Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 2

Darkness. Pain. Agonizing, endless pain. Laughter, his mother and father horrific and ear piercing laughter. The young vampire tried to move from the chains that bound him. His bright scarlett eyes shot open and he looked around. He was in his basement. He saw his mom and dad both holding weapons. His mother, who he knew was a sick bastard, wielded a large wooden baseball bat. The wood has blood stains on the rounded part on the top. Probably Alistair's, but who am I to say anything? His father held a black handled, silver bladed kitchen knife. The blade...it was so big. What the hell was he going to do with that thing?! Upon seeing his parents laughing and whispering Alistair felt a lump form in his throat making it difficult to breath. Difficult to tell what was going on around him, he was having a panic attack. Alistair's mother was the first to step forward, a large and mischevious grin spread on her pale lips. Slowly, in a somewhat 'teasing' manner, she lifted the wooden baseball bat above her head before she laughed and lowered it.

Alistair breathed a quiet sigh of relief before he gasped and then coughed. Blood poured down his chin as he slowly looked down to see that his mother had slammed the bat into his stomach. She moved it back and smirked seing her son shaking yet refusing to cry despite the pain that was itching at his now wounded stomach.

His mother walked back toward his father and kissed his cheek before his father turned to face the quivering 9-year old.

"You think staring at me is gonna make me satisfied, old man?" Alistair teased as a weak and forced smirk spread on his blood stained lips.

The pain got worse and worse as the chains around his wrists and ankles got tighter with each passing second. This made the young vampire scream in agony, which only made his parents smirk and laugh in delight at their sons pain.

His father walked over and grabbed his head, pulling the hair that was hanging down the left side of his face upwards. He held the knife above his eye which caused Alistair to start squirming far more than before, screaming and crying hoping that his fathr wouldn't go this far...

Screams of pure agony echoed throughout the large cluttered basement as Alistair's wicked father shoved the long bladed knife info his left eye. Tears streamed down his other eye whereas blood streamed down the other.

He was now shaking a lot more and his screams only for louder as his father wriggled the long bladed knife around in his eye. Finally, he managed to get the knife behind his eye ball. Alistair’s tears has refused to fall by now and he couldn't feel the left side of his face. It was so...numb.

After a long while his father had ripped his eye out completely. They released him from the chains and he collapsed down onto the hard dark brown laminate floor. He curled up as blood poured down his cheek staining his porcelain skin.

Emilie heard him crying and screaming ran downstairs ti the basement. She saw her brother and covered her mouth almost gripping as she ran over. “Alistair!?” She said turning him around to see what was going on.

When she saw Alistair's bloodied up eye she gasped in horror and covered her mouth. “C-Come on big bro.. w-we have to get you to hospital!” She said in a hushed panicky tone in case their parents heard.

Alistair shook his head weakly. “N-No, Em...leave me here...it'll...heal...” He said crying again, the tears seemingly coming back.

Emilie was crying too, but a lot more than her brother. Put yourself in her shoes, her brother is potentially dying in front of her and she's scared shitless. Would you help?

Emilie didn't listen to her brother. She took him their neighbours house since the hospital was too far to walk to and she knew that both of them could drive. She banged on the door hoping they'd answer.

A man answered and quickly took Alistair into his arms. His name was Mr Clermont. “Emilie!? What the hell happened?!” He asked quickly running to his car and putting Alistair in the back. He opened the door for Emilie who got inside and out her seatbelt on and then he did the same.

Emilie explained what she heard but didn't tell what she saw. Because she didn't see anything. Her parents told her not to disturb them. That they were going to play a fun game. Fun game her ass.

Mr Clermont sighed and drove to the hospital as fast as he could without going over the speed limits. Alistair was getting weaker and was now curled up in the back seat shaking. Emilie began worrying even more...

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at the large hospital and got out the car. Mr Clermont rushed Alistair inside the hospital quickly getting the attention of many doctors and nurses who immediately took him into a room to examine him. They wouldn't let Emilie or Mr Clermont enter despite their relations to him.

Emilie couldn't see anything to smile about. She couldn't see anything to be positive about. She felt her heart was breaking. She wanted to be with her brother. She wanted to be by his side no matter what.

She looked up to them quickly pushing him to the operating theatre with an IV being pushed beside them. Emilie burst into tears again...she was 8 years old, at a hospital with her neighbour watching her big brother being rushed to get emergency surgery performed on him.

She sat down on the waiting room chairs and covered her face, crying into her hands as her neighbour pulled her into a hug. This had to be the worst day of Emilie’s life...nothing would ever make this day leave her mind, she would forced have the lingering and horrific memory...she hoped Alistair would be okay...