Chapter 1
-Xavier-
He slowly opened the door of his dark, prison-like, bedroom. With cautious breaths, he waited for the lunatic he lived with to stumble around the corner, his eyes aggressive and stupid with alcohol. This was his stepfather, Marcus, who had used to be a smart successful man until his mother’s…accident.
For a moment, he just stared down the dark hallway, the atmosphere full of doom and deceit. His mind told him to run− to get out while he could− but his feet were frozen in terror, so he waited.
Each second passed agonizingly slow and his heartbeat thudded uselessly away, making the silence even more intense. Then finally, the moment was broken.
“Xavier…you disobeyed me….” His stepfather’s voice echoed through the hallway. His words were tainted with stupor.
Xavier did not speak.
“Ya went an’ tried ta visit yer mother, I told you to stay away from her! The accident took ‘er away! You can’t get ‘er back now!”
Tears brimming in his eyes made Xavier’s feet unfreeze and he ran down the hallway holding his neck, his fingers feeling the two bite holes in his skin.
“And what’s worse your tellin’ me yer becoming a God damn vampire!” He slurred, “Get yer head out o’ the clouds! Ya outta be in that loony bin too!” Anger and suffocated regret dripped from his tongue. “Now imma whip ya till ya can’t take it! This is what you get for not listenin’!”
Xavier sped up but hesitated at the top of the stairs, just long enough for Marcus to push him down. He tumbled, each step knocking his breath away in white-hot gasps. Xavier winced in pain as his back, ribs and sides were jabbed by the wooden steps, splinters piercing his pale skin. The sound of something inside him breaking filled his ears as he fell onto the basement floor.
Unable to fully stand, Xavier looked up the stairs to see Marcus smiling down at him with a bottle in one hand and a belt in the other- Xavier’s studded one. Slowly the drunk descended the stairs the stairs, staggering with each step.
“Get away from me.” Xavier found the strength to stand and stared at the man as steady as he could. It was hard seeing Marcus this way, hard but not new. His face was unshaven, his brow pulled together in frustration, his eyes squinted and bloodshot. Xavier’s new silver eyes were so much more in focus than Marcus could even manage.
“You don’t make the orders!” he barked, then raised his eyebrows as if he never spoke. “An’ what ‘r’ you gonna do if I don’t?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he whipped the belt around and made it Xavier’s shoulder with such a force it made him fall backward.
“Urn…..”
“How d’ ya like that ya lil’ brat? Yer a vampire are ya? How about ya use yer supernat’ral powers t’ do somethin’ ‘bout it?” He whipped the whipped Xavier once again, this time across the chest, making Xavier cough up blood.
“Stop it!” He screamed out of his bruised lungs. This was the person who was supposed loves him- and once did- and supposed to take care of him, but Marcus kept lashing the studded belt across Xavier’s skin. Red welts were beginning to rise and ugly bruises formed.
Blood started to stain the floor.
“Leave me alone you stupid bastard!” Xavier screamed out loud again, trying to be as frantic as possible.
