Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 1

Screams echoed through the study that belonged to the young vampires father. Those pain, yet pleasure filled screams beglong to Alistair. He was shaking, screaming, crying, just longing to escape from his cruel fathers grasp. His father was gripping his hips, very tightly in fact. He had left fingerprint bruises all over them making Alistair extremely ashamed. Finally, after three agonisingly horrid hours, that were pleasurable at times, his father had finally came and sent him back to his room. Once his sore body hit the bed, he grabbed his blue, soft pillow and cried into it. He couldn't understand why his dad did all those things to him. Vampires have insane regeneration abilities therefore, no mater what that bastard did to him...whether he was breaking his bones, ripping his limbs off and reattaching them, as painful as it would be...he healed straight back up. There was then a gentle knock on his bedroom door followed by a young female voice. "Alistair? Are you okay?" They asked. Alistair let out a sigh of relief at the voice he heard. It was his younger sister, Emilie. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her. She sighed and looked down when she saw all of the bruises, hickeys, marks, cuts and scratches on her brothers pale skin. She walked over to his small bed and sat on the edge. Alistair hugged his little sister weakly to which she returned the hug, trying not to hurt him even more. She knew just how vulnerable her older brother could be sometimes and it always seemed to break her heart. She loved her brother so much and hated when she saw him crying because of what their father did to him. "I'm so scared, Em...I don't know what to do anymore..." Alistair said into his sisters shoulder. She gently stroked his back and smiled at him. "I'll tell you what ya can do! Be positive...you should leave here when you can."Emilie said which made Alistair tear up even more at his sisters kindness. He didn't want to leave her either but he thought it would be for the best anyways. He just hoped he'd see her again soon... Alistair was only nine, he was far too young to get upand leave so he had to wait at least another year or two before his opportunity came.  Over time, the beatings and raping onlygot worse. His mother was furious when she found out that Emilie had been telling him what to do but instead of beating her up, she decided to beat him up.  He was never sure why his parents did these terrible things to him. His parents told him that they were 'discipling' him. He and Emilie didnt believe that for a second. They never seemed to hurt Emilie, in fact they adored her. They only treated Alistair like shit. For so long, Alistair has wanted a normal life. To finally be able to live with someone who cared. Someone who spent time getting to know him. If he was free to leave as of now, the country he would go to Russia. Why? Alistair isn't much of a skater but has always watched figure skating on the TV with Emilie in her bedroom. The two loved every single skater they saw, admiring eveyrhting tihey did. But the two skaters they admired the most were Jean-Jacques Leroy. He was from Quebec like them! And Yuri Plisetsky who lives in Russia. Alistair and Emilie would stay up countless hours of the night waiting eagerly for JJ and Yuri's turns to skate.  When the wait would be over they would savour every moment of the beautiful and graceful figure skating. Both of them followed JJ and Yuri on social media and surprisngly, Alistair and Emilie knew a lot more about the two than most fans did. For one, they knew that they were no longer rivals and that they were indeed married with a son in which they called Nathan Plisetsky. He was Alistair's age, and he thought he was really cute. He and Emilie would love to meet the whole of their family. "Hey, Alistair! Yuri is gonna have another baby! He's having a little girl!!" Emilie said running around her older brothers bedroom as Alistair lay on his bed staring at his sister. "Have they thought of a name?" Alistair questioned, sitting up right away and getting his phone off of his bedside table. He looked and saw the staus Yuri had posted. "Daaamn, dude!!" "Yeah, they're gonna be calling her Caitlyn-Chernavska Leroy." Emile said with a big, bright grin on her face. "Caitlyn is like a Canadiany-Americany name and Chernavska is a Russian name. And of course Leroy is JJ's last name!" "Jesus, Em...you were hella quick to find shit out," Alistair said to his sister. He then sighed and put his phone down. "You should go into your room. Mom will be here soon." Emilie felt a wave of sadness wash over her, she hated it when their mother anf ather did this to him. She knew he didnt deserve any of this and that he deserved to be a normal kid with a normal life. He didn't deserve all his beatings, rapings and curse words being thrown at him continuiously. She wnated him to leave so he didn't have to live with all their bullshit again but she knew he couldn't for a long while. Emile gave her brother a hug to which he returned and then she left his bedroom. Sooner or later, his mom came into his bedroom with a baseball bat. Alistair smirked and crossed his arms as he lay there in a smug position. He didn't care what she did to him. He had gotten used to all the shit she did, but he would never be prepared for what would happen this time...