The vampire servant: Defender Of The Eternal (Book Three)

Memories

I looked outside of the large glass window. The sounds of my parents bickering filled my tiny ears by the second. I blinked before walking towards my the direction of my father and mother.

"Mama?" I whispered, as the light of the living room began to cover me. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. In my father's hand was a large cross and a silver gun. I blinked, feeling slightly terrified. My unnatural eyes moved to look at my mother who was standing and glaring at the man in front of her. The smell of alcohol filled my lungs.

"Is this really necessary? He's just a child." The tall man nodded loading the gun slowly with the light shining bullets.

"The priest said we need to kill the demon inside of him. If he's right, the monster will be killed and our son will be normal."

'Normal?' I repeated. "Maybe he's wrong. What if he has some unknown disease. If we find a good doctor with our money we should be able to find a ..."

"Hilda." My father hissed while lifting up his gun. "You know this must be done.

"But he's your son."

"I know."

"Mama?" I spoke again. Earning the attention of both adults at the same time.

"Dracula, honey what are you doing up so late?"

"I was hungry" I explained, followed by a sudden rumbling from my stomach.

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet." My mom commented with fear evident in her voice. "Go to your room, I'll find something for you to eat."

"Yes mama.." Without waiting, I rushed up stairs towards my room. Still not understanding the dangerous event that was about to take place.

Within minutes my father had rushed up the stairs, gun in hand, and forced open my door. The smell of beer much stronger than ever before. Before I could blink my eyes the gun was pointed directly in front of my eyes.

"Papa?" I questioned.

"Listen closely Dracula." He seethed. "I'm going to do this family a favor. Now hold still. It will be over before you know it. Close your eyes and count to ten."

Not understanding what he was planning on doing, I followed his orders.

'One, two, three.' Loud foot steps rushed up the old stairs creating creaking noises with each step. 'Four, five, six.' The door was flung open. Followed by the screams of my mother.

"John, stop right this instant." 'Seven, eight'

"Shut it woman." 'Nine' A clicking sound echoed throughout the room. 'Ten' As soon as the number ran through my mind, a loud boom raced across the room. I reopened my eyes to see my mothers body lying directly below me. My eyes widened as the red liquid painted the floor, it's bitter smell sending my nostrils flaring.

"Mama?" I questioned leaning down to lightly shake her. My father fell back. His eye widened with tears racing across his tan skin. "Mama?"

"Dracula.." My mother whispered her voice sound horse.

"Mama?" I questioned once again, still too young to understand what was happening.

"Dracula, leave the house. Run as..as far..far as you can...never come back."

"Mama, I don't understand."

"Le...ave h..urry." Father stood up, gun in hand once again.

"You little freak, you caused this." He yelled stepping towards me. "We could have been happy, if you weren't born.." I backed up in fear. Shaking my head, I heded my mothers last orders. Using the impossible speed I had managed to posses I pushed past my father. My small feet raced against the grass surround the house. Sending me deep into the forest. I blinked away tears. Knowing I no longer had a family. Or a place to return to.