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Augustin Ashton Johnson

(Kxtten)

I am Augustin Ashton Johnson, most call me Ashton. I am a vampire. I'm immortal as humans love to say though things can kill me. Doesn't mean they will. I was born a normal mortal in the 1940s. The coldest day of the year, frost covered my family home's windows. My mother sat inside alone as she birthed two perfectly healthy boys. My father sat in the brothel, drunk on thoughts and ale. Sleeping with any woman who would open their legs- by force or otherwise.

We had a fairly normal childhood for the time. I went to school when I had time to and pretty much avoided my family. My brother was different from me. He excelled in school and work alike. I must've taken after my piece of shit father. Going to drink with my schoolmates at the age of 13. Getting into bed with women probably my mother's age. It's not like we had a family to keep up with. My mother and father were constantly arguing. Staying together for the sole reason of divorce being immoral, but going behind each other's backs to further ruin the slither of marriage they had left.

Rebellion

My father never paid much attention to us. If he looked our way it was to demand something. Or beat my mother. That part was normal, I mean it was the 1940s.. Women didn't really get respected. I was about 15 at the time, working at a carshop. A man named George employed me at his shop. It was a good place to spend time since my friends were fucking idiots who never did anything worth while.

"Hey, Ash.. I have a question. Er.. more like a favor."George slid his hands over the front of the car I was underneath. "Ah, sure. Let me finish this first." Curious as to what a man I've spoken to maybe four times in the year working here would request from me.

"I have to go to San Fran next week, kind of like a business trip. My son lives with me and I know you two are the same age." He hesitated.. "But he is very stubborn, little jackass. I need someone to watch the house and run the shop. I'll double your pay for a month." I smirked.

"Sure, I don't really have to go home after work anyways. I can do that."

The week passed as usual. And then the weekend came, a month here. That sounded like heaven. I would be away from my family and could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Just avoid the kid that lives here.

First meeting

I walked through the front door at 8 pm after working on all the cars George had set up for me for the week. Sliding my body onto the couch. Fuck I need my own place. No one to yell at me for tracking motor oil into the house. Not having to listen to my brother brag to everyone about how he is close to getting a scholarship. Everything is so qu-

"Who are you?"

I looked up. A girl with hair shoulder length stood in the hallway, wearing a very worried expression. "Ah sorry, your father asked me to watch your house while he was away. He said your brother refused to do so."

Why didn't he mention he had such a cute daughter as well?

"Brother? I live here alone with my father. I'm Tyler." Tyler raised his brow, this time more offended than worried. Come again? This is..a guy?

I stood up and walked towards him. He has to be maybe 5'4. Slim waist, feminine features, smooth skin. Blonde hair with soft curls and blue eyes the color of ice. "Ah I must've been mistaken.. Tyler was it? I'm Ashton." I held out my hand. "Good for you, stay out of my way while you are here. You slammed the door so fucking loud I thought someone broke in."

His father did mention he was a sarcastic one. "You got it, princess." I pushed my way past him into the master suite, slamming the door. This could be fun.