I DO NOT OWN LOST BOYS JUST MY CHARACTERS, THIS CHAPTER HAD NOW BEEN UPDATED.

CHAPTER 12

~Marko's Flashback~

The year was 1890 and I had just turned 17, I lived with my mother, father and sister in Italy. My mother was a kind woman who cared for everyone, she enjoyed art and music, something which I inherited from her. My sister was 12 and for the most part was a pain in my backside but I guess that's what sisters are for. My father was an alcoholic, there was no way of sugarcoating it. He was a horrible man with a temper and why my mother stayed with him was beyond me.

It was late one evening and my sister had gone to her friends the next street along, she was meant to meet my father at the top of the street so he could walk her home before it got dark, yet that night she never came back. My family spent days looking for her but she had just disappeared, of course this was the perfect excuse for my father to start with my mother, after all it was all her fault in his mind.

A few months had passed since the disappearance of my sister, no one had come forward despite there being a cash reward for any information. My father's drinking had gotten worse and my mother hadn't been the same, part of her was missing just like my sister. I had decided to join the army there wasn't much for me left at home anymore, I needed to get away from my father since the drinking got worse so did his violence, he lashed out everyday at me and my mother, the bruise never healed before another one would appear.

The last few days I spent with my mother, she had decided that getting my patch work jacket done before I left was a must. Of course there wasn't much to fill it with but every time I go anywhere I would add a patch to it until it was full, well that's what I promised her. As much as I was excited to get away I was sad that I was leaving her behind, I worried what father would do to her but hopefully she would stand up to him and leave now I wasn't there.

Fast forward two weeks later I had been sent out on my first mission with the team, our team consisted of 20 men all varied in age. While there I became close with a guy called Paul he was wild and funny, we spent the majority of our time together and even though it had only been two weeks I would happily call him brother and have his back. He hung around with two other guys called David and Dwayne, I didn't speak to them much they were always so brooding and mysterious, whenever they did talk to me they seemed pretty cool.

It was late one night and Paul was asking about my home life while we walked around a thought to be abandoned village. I told him the basics of my father, my mother and my sister going missing; that was then out of nowhere gunshots came flying towards me I was on the ground bleeding out, I thought I was done for till I heard Paul whisper to me.

"Welcome to the family brother"

A few days passed and I knew what I was, what David, Dwayne and Paul were and it really didn't bother me. I had been discharged from the army on medical leave the guys came back with me home. That's when I smelt the most vile stench coming from the house, opening the door I stepped in, inviting the others into the house. The smell grew worse as I went through to the kitchen, that's when I saw what was left of my mother's body, her flesh had already started to rot; I had no idea how long she had been like that. Dropping to the floor Paul came to comfort me, David and Dwayne looked round the house, that's when my father yelled from the stairs, stumbling down pissed as a fart he looked down at me.

"What are you doing back here, you're meant to be away", Slurring his words he spat at me.

Anger rose from inside me, the animal instinct took over and before I knew it, I had my father pressed up against the wall. My eyes now cat like and fangs descending from my gums, he looked at me in fear the first time he'd ever looked at anyone that way.

"What happened" I spat back at him

No answer he just recoiled into himself more, slamming him against the wall again I screamed at him.

"What happened?"

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, it's just that I lost my temper … an an and it was too late I hit her too hard and she fell and hit her head, then she was gone…. Oh no just like your sister, Marko I can't control it. I didn't mean…."

I cut him off ripping into his throat to silence his words, that night I packed up my life and went with my brothers.