Chapter 2 of our son, do enjoy.

His mind thump with great pain, "Ohh ohh." He groaned as he swung his body along the cold tile, which lined the region of the basement. His nail scaled the ground, causing a screeched filled sound to echo through the humid room. His lips trembled, eyes remaining closed, "Make it stop, oh please." He whispered, but then it ended with a large whine, "Please, please." He said, begging to what was around him. His mind had many images, once more reappearing.

There he stood, his hair of midnight gracefully swayed from the night wind in which flowed into from the window. Looking at the window, he enjoyed it so. How it reflected the moon's rays, how it just always remained open. He often heard Sir. Integral nagging on how it was always open but of course, Mr.Dollneazz never closed it, for the young vampire told him not to. He enjoyed being around the butler, always wondering what he cook up that evening.

"Oh, dear boy, how you are ever so curious." He would say in his cheerful British tone. He, the vampire always would gaze up with his wide red bloodshot eyes, showing nothing but pure innocents. Being the age of 11, he hardly talked. Hardly, did anything but stand there, watching and following Walter about the large mansion. Growing very tired of watching him create the evening meal, he glided away. Walter hardly noticed, too busy in his work to please Sir. Integral. His feet patted the cold floor, listening about with his keen hearing. Pale face turning, body stopping. He heard that voice, the voice of his father. His father was speaking to his mother. Pushing his body in that direction, he placed his ear along the door, listening.

Voices, he heard voices, "You know very well our son needs more attention from both of us." The female Russian explained, "You hardly say even I love you! Not even a simply Hello!" She yelped. The great vampire just took a small sip of his glass, which contained the fine iron tasting blood, "I think the boy will survive without the words I love you." He announced, flashing his grin. The Russian gave off a look of hatred and shivered to the grin, "I will not allow my son to not receive no love." "He is receiving love my sweet, oh indeed he is." He finished off what was left of the blood, then stood up. His long jacket crumbled to his boots and his matching large rimmed hat shadowed his face, "I do not wish for him to be too weak in the heart, that will not be good." He placed his pointer finger up, shaking it, never removing his fancy grin, "And if he should face a horrid fate of love, he will not cry, he will just wipe it from his mind." The pupils of his eyes went small, placing his large gloved hand out, sliding it under her fine chin, "Need not to worry." He cooed but frown upon her movement. She jerked away from his grasp and growled, "I shall worry, and I will allow my son to receive as much love as he desires. You do not control who he is, and what he will be."

Pulling away, his pale face stared emotionless at the oak door. The pupils that floated in the color of red went small and allowed his locks of night hair to cape his face, "I… I wonder." He said, "If I was a mistake." He asked himself out loud and looked up quickly, hearing the tune of the British Butler calling him, "Oh Ioan." He said down the hall, "Come now dear boy, your blood packets await you at the dinner table." Ioan, the young vampire quickly rushed from the door, craving the iron tasting substance. With a swing up his body, he roosted himself upon the chair causing it to creak loudly, "Ah." His fangs flashed at the bowl of red liquid. With no more hesitation, he began to feast upon the blood. The butler raised a brow, fixing his monocle, the placed his gloved hands out, which was wrapped up in a cloth. Stroking gently, ridding the blood from his chin, "Dear boy calm yourself, there is plenty." He let out a small easy chuckle, "Oh how you remind me of your father." Ioan merely went on feasting and finished up in a matter of minutes. Before he was able to jump and scamper off to his resting area, another hand came and touched the boy's shoulder. His red eyes shot up, letting out a horrid hiss, but his mouth snapped shut. It was her, Sir Integral. Her serious blue icy eyes gazed down at the young one and puffed a bit smog of her cigar, "Come with me." She said, her tone never lifting and never going down. Ioan did as he was told, for his father always told him if he never listened he would not have his bloody meals.

There now he sat, staring at the woman in which owned his father, "You are wondering why I called you?" She asked him, looking back. Her long locks of dark blonde hair caped the sides of her face, "I have been watching you, ever so closely. You have been asking yourself if you were a mistake. Here, I am with you to tell you no lies. You were a mistake, a big mistake which angered me towards your father."

The boy was shot with a bitter feeling. This feeling ripped at what he had left of his heart and his red eyes began to wield up at the feeling, the feeling of being a mistake, "No need for crying." She scoffed harshly, "The tears you shed will not help you, and never will." She shook her head, causing her hair to shift slightly, "Very well Sir. Integral." He said in a meek raspy voice. As he fled the office of Sir. Integral, he could no longer hold in what sorrow filled him and began to weep to himself. Walter looked up hearing the faint sobs of the young child, "Ioan?" He called from the kitchen, drying off his hands. He just finished cleaning and placing the dishes away, "Dear boy is something burdening you?" He asked, walking in behind him. Ioan gazed up at the old butler and only ran away, escaping the shadow in which the butler produced over him. Walter, blinking his sore old eyes left the boy to be. He only let out a deep sigh, "Oh my." He shook his head, going back to which he was doing.

The young vampire past the room in which contained his two parents, he only heard the voices of them and movement. That was all for he only zoomed by without caring. Tears streaked his pale cheeks, hitting the ground, causing small puddles to form. The feet patted the cold title causing an echo to uplift and escape along the halls. His hiccups came after it, along with his small weeping, "I…I am a mistake."