Blindsided ✔

Bloodties

What do you do when your whole world has been tipped on its axis? Have a total break down? Go into a comatose state and hope it all blows over? Or do you pick up what few pieces you can and make sense of what's left?

That's kind of what I'm doing right now.

Two days ago, I came home to my parents... Or who I thought were my parents, getting dragged out of our home by these weird garbed strangers that straight up looked for all the world like cult members. Even their eyes looked...wrong. Dressed in long black robes, they even had hoods, but not all of them had theirs up. The ones grappling with my thought-to-be mother and father had theirs thrown back in the struggle.

Even with several pairs of eyes that had directed towards me as I flew forward to help them, their seeming ruby glow disapproving and mocking, what stopped me dead was seeing those same eyes look back at me from my parents' faces. Their shocked expressions had then turned into even harder fighting against those who held them when they caught sight of me.

It only paused me for a moment, that split second of shock that it takes for the brain to register, but it was long enough for one of the tall, darkly garbed strangers to grab me and keep me from going any further. I yelled and fought, demanded answers, but got none, and when I looked at the man head-on, it was like all the fight had gone out of me. Those blood-red eyes of his seemed to catch me and quell any further actions I wanted to take.

He didn't look all that old, but he felt older. Like that feeling you get when around older people. I'd say grandparents, but I've never met mine, just those of friends around me. A sense of time that seems to wrap around a person. There was also an underlying sense of danger that got stronger the longer he had hold of me, till my very skin crawled with the need to run away.

As soon as he smiled - I think in an attempt to put me at ease yet all it accomplished was spiking my blood pressure - it also bared the fangs hidden just behind his lips. I could feel the blood drain from my face. The sounds of fighting behind me took a backseat to what was in front of me, self-preservation trying to set fire to my limbs to get them moving. Nothing happened though.

Scoffing to myself as I now look back over it all, I curl up tighter in attempts to fill the hollow feeling in my gut. A wrenching sob gets swallowed down in anger, but then I can't hold it in anymore and scream it out into the bed below me.

My home is in shambles from the fighting that had gone on inside before it was taken outside. Those strangers I'm sure caused as much destruction as possible just to be assholes. My room upstairs wasn't touched, all the damage done to it is what I've done.

Everything in here is a lie.

That tall man's crimson eyes haunt me as his words go over and over in my head;

"Alexi and Vivian are not your parents, they are not even human. They are, however, the ones who killed your real parents. You were so tiny back then, and ever since, they have raised you as if their pet. They have been recalled, and you're old enough to fend for yourself now."

Considering I look nothing like either of them, it really isn't too hard to believe. One would think the red eyes a dead give-away, but I'd only ever seen their eyes that color when they were being dragged from the house.

Vampires are known far and wide to be stuck up pricks that think themselves higher than all the other races, but never once did Vivian or Alexi show themselves to be that way. They were stern, sure, but I can't picture them...killing anyone.

And what did he mean 'recalled'? They aren't machines being called back to the assembly line for being defective, so it can't mean that...right? Or...wait. The hollow pit in my stomach cramps even harder as I think of another way he could mean.