Omega

Chapter 8

*Dante's P.O.V*

My dad was drunk. He was throwing the beer bottles around downstairs. He kept yelling for mom and sister. He kept yelling for big brother. But no one answered. He never called for me. HE never calls for me, he only calls for the dead. Tears flow out of my eyes. He blames me, he dosent want to see the kid who was responsible for the death of his wife, his eldest daughter and his eldest son. He dosent care for the 14 1/2 boy he has upstairs in his room, crying because his own father dosent want him and blames him for being sick on a rainy day.
Finally, the yelling and the throwing stop. He's asleep.  He has to be asleep. I slowly stand up and walk to my door. I reach, ever so slowly for the door knob. I could feel the freezing cold metal touch my skin. I slowly turned the knob and walked into the hallway and down the stairs. He was asleep. On his chair with tears coming out of his closed eyes. I slowly walked over to the closet and grabbed a spare blanket and wrapped it around him. I smiled at his sleeping form. He may hate me, but I still care for him.
Knowing he was gonna get a HangOver I went into the kitchen and began making my mom's famous omelets that can help anything, frim stimach aches to Hangovers. As I cooked the omelets I heard a knock on the door. I quickly walked over to the door and opened it. Revealing a tall man with black hair and pale skin. His eyes were a deep emerald and I could feel anger and danger radiating off of his body. He snarled at me.
"Where is James." he said. I began to shake. James? I have NEVER heard that name before. I was about to say something when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my dad. He looked at the man with a grimace
"Denver, James is not here. He hasnt been here for sometime. I'm sorry. Now please leave me and my son alone." he said. He called me his son! I felt happy. That hasnt happened since the day mom and them died in the car accident. The man named Denver snarled at him and grabbed his neck. I sqeaked at this. But my dad was fine with it. Denver brought my dad's face up to his own.
"Listen here Aiden. I want James. He killed my brother's wife, Now I want blood!" he said. My dad looked at him again this time with a depressed look.
"Denver, James died four years ago in a car accident. He died with my wife anf two oldest kids. He was with them to protect them all." he said. Denver snarled once more.
"Aiden, I want James blood. He said that he found his soulmate. That his soulmate was a child of yours. Was one who died?" he asked. My dad bit his lip and was about to say something when we all smelt something burning. I left the oven on.
I ran into the kitchen, while dad and Denver looked at me. When I got there I immediatly tried to get the smell out and what not. After like 20 minutes the smoke was gone and so was the smell. Dad and Denver were still talking, wonder about what though. I walked into the living room to see my dad up against the wall with Denver holding him up and his hand through his chest.
"Aiden, If I pull out, what do you think is gonna happen? You'll die. Now tell me what I want to know and I'll let you live." he said. Dad's eyes looked at mine, and Denver's followed. Then I saw a spark in his eyes.
"I knew it. He is the one." with that he let my dad fall. He gasped for air but it didnt matter. Denver had killed him. He walked towards me and pet my black hair with his blood stained hands.
"Well, your a cute one." and wiht that he sank his, fangs into my neck. I screamed out in pain but he didnt stop. Then my world fell into the black abyss.
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When I woke up I had a killer head ache. I tried to sit up but was in alot of pain.
"What happened?" I asked myself.
"I killed you." replied a deep dark voice. I looked over to the man. It was the man who killed my father. I looked at him with fear in my eyes.
"But somehow your still alive. And you have changed." he said. My eyes went wide and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. And sure enough I changed. My once black hair was now half black and half white. My Ocean blue yes were now a dark purple and my sun kissed skin was white as fresh fallen snow.
"W-What happened to me?" I asked. The man walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You young man, carry my families blood. Your "Father" wasnt ypur real one. Neither was your mother. I am your father. And you are coming home with me. We need to save a boy who is slightly older than yourself from my brother." he said. Well my life got stranger.
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Me-Hey my people. Did you like? Did you hate? Well here is a new chapter and a new character. Dont yell at me. The pic is of Dante, and trust me, Dante is gonna b a important character in later chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it.
Dante-*Smiles* Please R&R. Tricks here plans on making a crossover with Creepypasta and Denver, Dakota, Layke and Dante. Comment what you think of said idea please/ Here is a sneak peak.
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I froze as I watched the pale man stabe my father. My cousin on the ground crying and my uncle tied to a chair. HE kept stabbing him over and over again. Finally he stopped. My dad wasnt breathing. The pale man stood and slowly walked to me. His white hand gripped the black side of my hair and pulled back. He put the tip of the blade aganst my neck and said three words. "Go.To.Sleep." Then I heard screaming. Not for me though. But for someone named Jeff. They were yelling things like please stop and Im sorry. What was going on?
I jumped up on my bed in a cold sweat. My father asleep next to me and my uncle and cousin in the bed next to ours. Oh great it was that dream again.
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