WHEN STAZ WAS A CHILD

CHAPTER 4

It was a nightmare.

This must have been a nightmare, or else...

He is the one of dead body which astray on the creepy forest with the body parts hanging, slinging everywhere. Head on a tree, legs and hands slinging over the stone and branches in weird ways, an a one stand body without it's counterpart left alone in the middle.

He barely felt anything when he saw the dead body of his new made friend. They was walking and cheerfully conversing with each other when something snatch the man from his side and vanished into the sky. Staz looked up wide eyes as he saw the alien creatures is tearing the man's body one by one, up in the sky. His mind went alarmed and run for a safe place. He don't know what creatures are they. Undefined. And he left it at that, not interested. At first.

The air stench of rotten dead body and old dried blood, together with the fresh blood of his new friend snugged into his nose which make him want to puke but dared he do it and swallow it all. The boy had not been scared at all.

The flying creatures landed and he could see from his peripheral vision, the fresh blood is still down the one hand within the gap of it's sharp fangs. The skin was all ripped apart from it's muscles showing of the whitish tendon and ligament within it's jaw as the beast taking him into his foul stench mouth eagerly and seemed content as it munch the clay of a dead limb.

For Staz, it was a learning session. Rather than a bird, it is a big size beast which he never exposed to. Braz had never explained any other being that may be existing in the hell. And this was a hell new experience for the young Staz and he was curious at first to see the beast. The monster was as tall as his three leveled castle, and it emit a series of strange squeaks and clicks. It clicked it's mandibles many times producing such a high frequency sound and forced the young Staz to claps both his ears shut or he will turn deaf. In a seconds of silent moment, there were rustling noises that came from all directions, that alarmed Staz about the others.

One and two more coming to hunt the prey and they started to fight for the prey. The first beast started to followed the trail of blood with it's enormous compound eye. He steeped onto the one stand body, towering above it, before it beck down and ripping the dead body, roughly, rather happily having the blood splashing on the ground.

Staz started gritting his teeth not knowing how to escape. His dull expression did slightly change into a mere confusion as his mind starting to grind for a solution. He knew. He is to be the next dinner for the beasts if he stays there. He grunt lowly and divert his eyes towards the the other path but in turned, seeing a fist size of a flesh. An organ, red, soiled with blood of it's own- which was still beating briefly laying on the ground. An open rib cage was hanging above, on the tree with blood dripping down coloring the green floor red.

He was stunned to even take a deep breath as he looked ahead. The heart belongs to the man he barely knows his name. The man had been so nice to help him go to the city and suddenly he felt sad. It was still beating begging for life even though it's body had long gone. He wonder how a heart can be so fragile but still strong. He silently regret that he chose this road instead of the one the man had prefer, since it takes shorter route to the city. Never in his mind ever thought there will be a beast like this in forest, because he had only lived in his castle. He never knew. And he felt ashamed of himself.

He get sudden paralyzed in a heat. But, he took only a while before and brushed the kind thought away, collecting himself. He is a vampire himself remember? He too had been ripping peoples or animals one or two times during his early childhood when his sort of brother ask him to. Without trying to think, he ripped them off using his bare hands. Just to show him his power.

If only he still had those power in him -

'Whoooz'

The flock of the beast begins fighting each other and soaring such extremely loud pitch through the air again, disturbing his train of thought. They begins to fight for the left over meat and started to flap their wide wing vigorously that Staz found his foot steps amiss. He almost thrown flying from his hiding place which can cause the monster to notice his presence behind a big tree 200 meters away from where they were crowding. The wind will cause their smell senses to kick in. They will surely sniff him out.

He tried his hardest to grip on the tree scalps until his fingers dug new dents of the tree. It bleeds and hurts but not as hurting as when Braz had threaten him with a saw when he was tied to a tree. He wonder what that does to his brother for doing silly things to him. He shake of that long silly memories and stared open wide towards the beasts which started to fled. He prayed them not to notice, but was a minute late when a limb fell right onto his head and smearing his body with blood.

Oops. An innocent shock slip without emotion. Staz barely had a sheer luck as he had the blood stench of his friend's limbs covering his head and covering his own body odor. His pale face and his white shirt was now colored in a fresh bloody red and stank.

The beast started towards him head bows down to the ground where he sprawled. Staz hold his breath. The beast reeked of raw sewage and rotten fish. It was indeed scary but Staz had no time to feel, instead, he begin to laid and slit across the grass like a snake, trying to avoid the big peck of its mouth. The growl was so loud that it will breaks his tympanic membrane as he creep away. The furious beast was now frustrated that it's food was backing away slowly and the beast thrashed it's tail in fury. Staz begin to run wildly, throwing the meat limbs towards the face of the beast. He run furiously just to met a dead end.

His heart stopped beating that moment when another beast companion was in front of him. It paws kick him hard sprawling on the bloodied ground and step on his his right leg, causing him to hear a pop of tearing sounds before a vague cracking sound coming from where he was trampled on. He could feels his bone crashed to pieces. The pain was extreme. He sprawled wildly on the ground and grunting trying his best to cupped his mouth from shouting.

It actually really hurts. Its torture.

And when the beast was content as the prey fallen and convulsed in sudden pain, it removed its paw from the leg and baring its teeth down to Staz nape. Staz gulped down his dry throat. This is not going to be the end of his. Not like this -not when he had decided to leave the castle by his own accord. He was going to show Braz and make him sorry...

Staz shook his head in fury. The pain was extremely unbearable and he only hissed trying to swallow his own crack voice. Even though he is a vampire, he still felt them. He can even die. Vampires are not immortal as what people were saying, but they do had a long life and aging rather differently. If he meet his death, here - He can't age and can't even showed his brother his improvement, it will not become the reality. He can't let that happen.

The beast towering above him, and in split second, Staz yelped a distress pain as his left hand was rip apart from its ball and socket joint. Staz could only screamed and cried in horror as he saw his hand laid between the teeth of the beast on top of him, was munched appetizing. The pain is one thing but he could care less when his blood surging out profusely leaving him no time for a recovery. Plus, with his vampire abilities had been sealed, his recovery time is weaken and he really need fresh blood to recover fast. Blood.

His empty eyes only craving blood to recover. Sadly enough, that he don't know how to use his power after what his ass of a brother had put him into, he had fallen despair. Laying on the ground, an arm draped across his face, eyes shut to combat with the raging tears that threaten to come down. What is he feeling right now? Tears? Is he crying? Why?

The pain of his left body send his desperation away. The boy accepted the fact that he can't regenerate as fast as previous anymore...and he knew it is the end of him. He gave out an empty smile. "Take me whole, you beast!" A small laugh escape his small bleeding lips as he was now content with his life. He will be away from his beloved brother torture and he wont have to head for Liz's hatred. It was what he want. And he was happy. At least... "Take me beast." he said defeated, unknown tears sliding down his face again at the thought of his death. Lacking feeling was something he don't know how to coop.

The moment he thought he was going to die, the beast suddenly jerked away from him as it spit out his left hand which was barely looked like a hand anymore and it stenches fish. It begins jerking and convulsed, collapsing to the floor with the pain. It screamed in agony like Staz was in just now, as if he just ate something bad. Could it be that his vampire body is a poison for the creature like the beast? Staz wonder in excitement as the thought of a chance to back away found its way. He need to slide away from that gory place.

His pain receptor starting to shut down when when he is losing too much blood. His left leg which was the only active leg felt numb as he weight himself on it alone. His right already looked like a popsicle ice with creamy red beans which keep rolling its way back and forth as he drag it on the ground. None needed to said about his left upper limb. Barely sting. He need to run. Walk. Fast. Before the friends are coming after him.

The searing fiery pain pulsated around the wound, intensifying with each dragging step, jolting and brutal. With each step the pain amplified, the bloody muscle quivered, his consciousness started to wane. He fought back he urge to just faint there and leaned against the brick of old lock and breathing heavily in need of air. His vision turned cloudy and his ears did bleed from the high pitch howling of the dying beast. He turned around and it took only five minutes for the beast to stop struggling for its life and finally dead.

Staz small smirk appears as he manage to kill one even though it was not by his own effort. The sacrificial of a limb did paid grandly.

Blood was slowly oozing out of numerous wounds in his face and arm, a small but relentless flow of crimson, but however, he felt no pain. His left shoulder especially are cold. So cold. It's like the life that had dwelt within him has gone and no harm can come to him now. Hearts that used to beat are still. He felt them. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. But he did not argue.

He continued to walk in the darken forest believing in his own instinct of survival. He saw various rotting, decaying, lifeless, milky eyes staring blankly, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds. It was a heart-wrenching, haggard, and ghastly. But, he couldn't sympathized.

He was more worried of himself. 'Will he decayed like that and left to the birds?'

The beast was still following his scent. And he was lucky that he found a trap hole. Without wasting time he throw himself into that small hole below the ground. He praised himself for finding this small hiding. Enough for his small frame to fit in. And it was hell lucky when the beck of the beast was not long enough to reach him to the ground.

Its one massive eye swiveled wildly, searching, its nocturnal vision only adept for discerning rapid motion. As a final resort it began to emit shrieking noises, using sonar to detect this difficult prey and its large beck to pulled him out. Its saliva dripping onto his face and he vaguely wipe it down with his rim of bloodied shirt. He did not care about the stank anymore.

Witnessing the failed attempt of the 'bird' he laugh dryly out of his remaining consciousness, looking up to the furious bird for losing its prey. Beneath his feet, he could feel the ground is wet and slimy. His feet was sank in the slimy mud. He curled his bare toes over the muddy floor. He cannot remember when his shoes had slipped from his legs. Its cold. He wonder why it started chilling cold and then he felt it. The dripping of water. The world just started raining and filling the hole.

The said beast finally give up and fled from the hole easing his worry. Staz squirmed in the coldness his small body frame slide down the mud wall as his remaining strength gives out. Staz sat on the damp earth, he could feel the water seeping through his short pants, but he didn't care. He knew that his body is at its own limit. He couldn't even bring himself out from the hole. He folded his arms, shivering, savoring the warmth from his own body temperature. He pouted his lips for warmth and waited for someone to notice him.

Even if no one is there to help him, he just needs time to recover and he will all good and normal self.

He need just a little bit of time and he will be okay.

He collected himself as he closed his eyes. Losing a one two arm is normal since he had been doing the same when he was in the castle. Fuck, he didn't even care which part of his body was ripped apart as long as Braz was happy with his finding experiments. Whose blood satisfied his -

Blood.

He suddenly feels such an incredible, irresistible increasing feels of blood to violate his mouth. He indeed was craving for blood. Fresh blood. Or more preferably, a blood of human. But he is in hell, no alive human would be here as an offering. His bile was starting ascending his throat. Bitterly. He felt dry and disorientated. Hell, the boy couldn't even compare whether he was in his dream or reality. He keep willing for blood in his own dream, until his consciousness fade away.

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The sun shone brilliantly white light through the thin mist. His eyes blinking many times at the highlight of the confusion. He can feel his heart still beating though barely having his wound closed up back. The pain on his left shoulder and right leg are now bearable.

He felt warmth and it's just comfortable as his eyes closed again.

The next time he wake up, he saw a boy in his same age, with white albino hair , bright starry golden eyes. He looked intimidating - but tanned skin. The boy was gritting his teeth or was that fangs he saw, he don't know. His bright red eyes was peering down at him, and there are others whom he did not know standing off to the side looking at him in ajar. Blinking heavy eyes at the people, he raised his head in hurry which cause sharp pain to shot onto his chest.

"Hold on! Calm down you prick!" the boy shouted as his hand on his back forcing him to laid back as he notice the brief pain expression on the other boy doe face.

"You just recovered from a deadly wound. I'm surprised you even survived." he said while handing him a glass of warm water, and Staz drink it in one go. He felt really thirsty. "One should have died considering the amount of blood you lost."

Staz sit up again in hurry and fighting the headache that surge to his frontal and his hand work out on his head to ease it. "Thank you."

"I said rest! Don't you understand the word rest!?" the boy yelled again, "And look at you! You are damned pale! Just rest will ya!" he said reverently.

Staz hand went to his face and touch it, "Pale? Well, I'm always pale."

The boy sneering teeth at him, "Well- ya are too pale for a normal being!" he fight back gritting teeth. He then, took the pale face into his hands, and he was glad that the fever was reducing. He sighed."I'm glad your spiking fever has reduced much.'

Staz nodded, wincing when the his head throbbed in response.

"See. You need to rest." the white haired boy said in manner as the other boy heed for his advised and closed his eyes. His eyes turns blur as he saw the boy walk away and he was drawn to sleep again.

The pain was slowly reducing and Staz could feel the sensation of his right leg and his left shoulder. His limbs is returning. And he smiled at the thought, and leaning more to the mattress as his head found it's comfort on the pillow.

He wake up again when he felt much better, receiving an eye glare from the same angry face boy. He sat up rather slowly this time to avoid the boy's wrath, but he noticed the glint of hatred in the other boy's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Ya are not normal aren't ya?"

Staz was stunned, "W-what do you mean?"

"Ya know what I mean. Ya legs and hand suddenly had fully recovered even though they had lose their shape the other day. Spit it out."

The albino haired boy asked rather calmly but Staz don't know whether he should tell the truth to his savior. If he had told him...what will happened later. He took in a deep breath.

The world brought of the very late evening, signifying the beginning of long journey of a harsh loneliness and solitude.

"I am Staz..." he paused thinking whether he should continued.

"A vampire..." the boy added. Staz nodded at his answer.

When Staz was expecting a harsh kick or slap or harsh words, he saw a tanned hand in his eyes. He looked up to the boy. He shove in his hand for a hand shake and was smirking briefly.

Staz stared at him in confusion. "A- hand shake?"

"Should ya ask?!"

"Does that mean you're friend with me?"

Before he could hear answer for it, the boy had tackle him down and ruffling his mass of hair. "Stupid vampire aren't ya!"

The golden eyes that looked into his eyes seems intimidating and inviting. For the first time in his life he felt that someone truly want to know him.

"I'm wolf! Just Wolf. Nice to meet ya!" the grinned looked rather friendly, unlike his brother and sister.

He was happy to have met him, and took his hand for a shake. There are also some water started to slide down his face.

"Oi..oi! Why are you crying?!" Wolf boy asked in panic. " Did I hurt ya!?"

"Ah? Cry? No." Staz said briefly as he intertwined his own fingers, "I'm happy." he said with a dull teary face, looking onto his blanket.

Wolf face palm. "You know what? You should learn how to express things, ya know?"

"Oh? Why?" he said in his husky voice dead pan.

"Oh Damn! Don't ya know what expression means?!"

The silent fell upon the innocent dull face. Then, after a moment of rampage, Wolf started teach him about all expressions that he should know. Making a face that will make Staz to follow his body language. And Wolf rather yelled when Staz got things wrong.

That was the start of two friendship.

TBC

A/N: Well...next chapter is up! What do you think. Please! Tell me tell me tell me!

Did wolf and Staz seemed out character? Sorry it they did. Well- it's done.

I love both Staz ans Wolf in fact.

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