In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel; living in the garden of hell.
Tyler King- the most powerful vampire on earth, the King of all vampires. Shae Valentine, a simple quiet oblivious human girl and Tyler's after her to stake his claim.
I...
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Sorry that I keep updating, something's not working **Chapter 30- Donating to the dysfunctional
"Father please don't!' The little boy pleaded, his father chuckled.
"Nothing will come good out of you boy, you're a monster. Monsters can't be tamed," he says raising the wooden steak in his hand.
The little boy was only seven, he didn't understand anything. He didn't know why his father called him all sorts of names, he never did anything wrong.
"Henry stop it," his mother growled.
The father, Henry, chuckled. "You're protecting him? The blood sucker," Henry raises an eyebrow.
"That 'blood sucker' is our son, well my son. You have no right to claim him your son after all the terrible things you've done to him, he's only a little boy!" His mother cried out desperately.
"Edna, your little boy is a killing machine," Edna walks to him and bends down lifting him in her arms.
"No he is not, he would never do such a thing!" Edna exclaimed angry at the accusation of her son.
"He deserves to rot in hell," Henry spits out.
"No, you do," Edna hisses and runs away from him, trying to escape his wrath.
"Get back here!" He yells gripping the knife in his hand while chasing his wife and monstrous 'son', he didn't claim him as his son anyway.
Edna runs until he cannot hear her anymore, she places him in a tree to hide him and she whispers.
"Hide here my sweet boy, don't come out until you see me. I will be back my sweet Tyler." || "So let me get this straight, you put chocolate on his underwear then claimed that it was poo?"
"He deserved it after leaving it in my room, he's your boyfriend so his clothes don't belong there," I shrug simply.
"You're cruel," I smile sweetly.
"Oh I know that already."
"Everyone saw his 'skid marked' underwear, he's embarrassed and you should say sorry," Sam says crossing her arms over her chest.
"Look Sam, I'm going to keep sabotaging him until the day I die which will probably be very soon," I shrug, she raises an eyebrow.
"And why soon?" She asks.
"Because I keep sabotaging him," I say like it's the most obvious thing on earth.
She sighs deeply and asks, "when are you going to along with him?"
I look at her with a raised eyebrow, "I've told you this already. Probably never," I shrug.
"Babe, I think we've established it already that we will never be friends. We can handle each other and be in each other's presence but other than that it's mutual hate," Marcus says butting in to our conversation.
