(Aiden's P.O.V)
The Beginnings
“Aiden, slow down! I’m no superman,” a voice whined dryly behind me. I stopped and turned around swiftly, looking at the figure running up behind me; he painted loudly, sweat pouring down his face in little droplets. His face was flushed from the long run, he hunched over, placing his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
Exactly what were we running from?
Fear.
It all started about twelve years ago, when I met him, my now best friend, Jay. He only being seven at the time, it was our first meeting, but I had only saw him as my food. I remembered that day, when I met him, I hadn’t eaten for a couple of days and when I had ran into him, lost, scared, and having no one to hear him, he was the perfect snack.
Jay, being a foster child, when he ran away there was no hope that he’d ever return it back to safety. Living in the big city of Chicago, there were many gangs out roaming the streets and you were bound to run into them. No one would be looking for him, they’d think he was dead in some ditch out of town; so now I had no problem that a human who would try to come after me.
I took him back to my apartment, suspecting him to be my midnight craving finally satisfied, but something about him changed my mind. His personality reminded me of how I was before I had changed: stubborn, ignorant, and indifferent. He ended up becoming my human pet, and it had gotten me in deep trouble with the SS.
The SS, a mock name, were a supernatural society of all sort of creatures, like me, but their job was to stop the humans from knowing of things like us, and our exsitence. I told Jay on his sixteenth birthday, that I was a vampire, but efore he knew, the SS had still been chasing us, but he just thought that that I was some kind of criminal. Which in my world, I kind of was, but now that he actually knows, the SS has been keener on trying to capture me, to shut me up. The older Jay got -- the more desperate they got to trying to get us.
“Let me carry you,” I stood beside him, trying to pick him up, but he smacked my hand away, mumbling, ‘I can do this”, under his breath. I looked around. We were in an alley way, it was practically pitch black out, except for the light that flickered above us. I squinted my eyes down to the corner we had just turned down, and I imagined them coming after us; they would be there in any moment, “Then lets go, you’re already slowing us down.”
We began to run again, running down the alley, but instantly Jay tripped over what seemed to be nothing, or maybe just his foot. Humans were so clumsy. He crashed down onto his knees first, but stopping himself with his hands; I swore as I heard something crack after the fall. I crouched down beside him, examining his knees, sure enough one was shattered. He flinched as I tried to touch it, but I instantly pulled away. I looked over the rest of his body, scraped hands was probably the second worst injury on his body at that moment.
“I’ll carry you,” I went to pick him up, that’s when something very sharp penetrated my back, making me scream out in pain, pain that I hadn’t felt in a very long time, many years. Jay looked up at me, eyes wide and mouth gapped open, looking now at the wooden spear that stuck out through my chest. Blackish-red blood seeped out from around the edges of the spear; I believed that they purposely missed my heart.
“Aiden… I’m-” Jay cried out a little, but got choked up with tears that flowed down his face. I tried pulling out the first spear, when another one shot through my back, making me scream out in pain again. I hissed loudly, leaning over Jay’s body protectively, my own body screaming in pain, but I would protect Jay until they killed me personally. Blood began to flow faster, spilling onto Jay’s body.
I couldn’t see anyone’s face, but four sets of shoes appeared around us. I let out another hiss, trying to be as intimidating as I possibly could be in this state. Someone with very strong hands began to pry me off from Jay, and they did it successfully, for how weak I was right now. I still struggled though, only making the wooden spears irritate my vampiric body more, making me flinch in pain.
Now I was pressed against a large, warm body that almost scorched to my cool skin, the body smelt of wet dog, their arms tightly secured around me. A guy with brown hair, and green eyes walked over to where Jay lay on the concrete. The guy wore a white muscle shirt, exposing the tattoo’s that were plastered all over his body; a serpent crawled its way up his right arm where on the other side a dragon rested its head on his shoulder, opening its massive jaws, breathing fire, consuming his whole left arm. The guy, you could tell, worked out, he had very defined muscles and features. I tried breaking free out of the captors arms, as the guy crouched down beside Jay, a small frown playing on his lips.
“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he said soothingly. Jay stared at me helplessly, “but you do know that he is the reason we are here in this situation.” The guy made eye contact with me and I hiss loudly, buring my eyes into his soul. He turned back towards Jay and grabbed either side of his head and made a jerking movement, snapping Jay’s head and there he lay limp.
“NO!” I tossed in the werewolves arms that held me, breaking free finally and then throw myself on Jay’s body. He was dead now, and the last thing I had seen on his face was regret.
I blacked out after that, all I knew was that I was dying and I was going to Hell.
And I was perfectly fine with that...
