We're all different.

Bad news.

"Ethan sit down." His mom said looking worried.
He obeyed her and immediately sat on the sofa.
"Okay. So, dad is sick, really sick he has cancer...and... he might not be alive for much longer."
She said with a lump in her throat which made her sound like she was going to cry.
Ethan's heart sunk to the bottom of his chest. His immediate thought was to give him his blood to heal him. Grayson looked at him.
Almost as if he knew what Ethan was thinking.
          Ethan slouched over and put his head in his hands and started to cry. His mom and and Grayson both came over to comfort him.
They went to bed a while after that and left Ethan sitting on the sofa his eyes red and bloodshot. For hours he just sat there not moving, staring at the wall. In the middle of the night Grayson got up and walked to the kitchen to get a blood bag.
"Ethan. You're still here?" He said half whispering but loud enough for Ethan to notice. He didn't reply though. He just sat there.
Grayson handed him a blood bag without saying anything and went back to bed. Ethan tried not to drink out of the bag but he gave in and put his lips to the corner. His eyes turned a dark red and his fangs protruded over his bottom lip. The blood was good but wasn't fresh enough, he just wanted to rip someone's throats out and get the fresh liquid from it.
        As the sun came up he finally stood up. The blood rushed to his legs all at once and his knees buckled as he fell to the floor in pain. It was only momentary and he soon stood up again.
Grayson didn't get up that day but when Ethan went in he could see he had been crying. Their mom went later that day.
      That evening the twins went out in the dark. The only reason they did was to get some blood. Grayson spoke to Neiva on the phone that day and she planned to come over. After they had drank their evening meal, Neiva came round to comfort both of them. They didn't feel like doing anything that day and hadn't managed to smile at all.