Survival of the Fittest

Eleven

Fourteen years ago.

The world was peaceful that that time. Vampires and humans lived amongst each other in peace.

Even though the humans knew vampires needed human blood to live, they played their part.

The humans would donate their blood at special market stores every now and again.

The kingdom has its fair share of problems however. Specifically, the Mage gangs. They were almost all in prison, except for the leader.

But not all mages were bad. Mainly it was just the gangs. Well. It really was just the gangs. Or the ones who wanted to join and constantly tried to prove themselves.

But Korey, leader of the green jacket mages, and Alex, leader of the white jackets, weren't interested.

The brothers  both agreed five per team. And kept their word on that fact; having only four other members besides themselves in the groups.

But aside from that, it was peaceful.

Until that one day...

The king walked down the long hallway, looking happy and pleased; which was usual.

He stopped for a moment. He listened closely, only to hear light giggling.

Up in the roof frame were two boys. One looking to be the age of four. A tiny boy with black hair and shiny ruby eyes.

The other boy looking to be twelve. He also had the same black hair but had more of a raspberry-colored eyes.

The older brother held up one of his fingers to his lips and lightly said "shh". The younger one covered his mouth with both hands to stifle a giggle.

The king smiled. "Elliot! Derek!" He said in a sing song voice.

He pretended to not know where they were. "Now where could those boys have gone?"

The boys giggled again, trying their best to be quiet, and semi-succeeding.

Derek jumped off the roof frame yelling, and Hanaway, the king, caught him, a mix of confusion and humor on his face. Derek knew he was only pretending, but it was still funny.

"Derek? Did you fall from the roof?" He said exaggerating his tone. Derek giggled again, kicking his legs.

"Now if I'm certain. I have two boys. Where's the other?" He questioned him. Derek grinned and looked up.

"Here I am!" Elliot jumped from the roof frame and landing on his father's back.
Hanaway turned his head.

"Oh there you are! I guess instead of having two little vampires I have two little monkeys!" He pulled Elliot from his back and tickled his stomach. Elliot laughed at the contact and wiggled around.

It was typical, and it couldn't be helped. Derek and Elliot were the closest of brothers; not to mention jokesters, tricksters, and trouble makers, at times.

As King Hanaway took his two children out, Derek by the hand and Elliot grasping his other hand with both of his tiny four year old hands.

As said many times, he was surprisingly small for his size. In fact, when he was born, he was smaller than he should have been, but he wasn't premature!

No one thought he'd live through the night. But when he did, it was a shock to everyone. And because of the miracle, his mother named him "Elliot" after the boy in the old vampire myth about the Vampire Elliot who, after death, was brought back from death by his own desires.