Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 3

Emilie waited 3 hours before Alistair's surgery was over and even still she wasn't allowed into his room because she wasn't a 'parent'. She turned to the door and saw her parents running over to Alistair's room.

Emilie ran in with them, there was no doctors around either to supervise the situation...

When Alistair opened his eyes he saw his mother and father's expressions. They were furious...

His father dragged him out of his bed and threw him over his shoulder which caused the young vampire to cough. He had just gotten out of surgery...

What kind of sick parents would take their injured son out of hospital? All Emilie knew was that it was beyond her.

Upon arriving back home, Alistair was thrown into his room forcefully and Emilie was ordered not to go see him.

She didn't listen.

She snuck upstairs when her parents were unaware and went into her older brothers bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Alistair was then on his bed, curled up into a tight ball. Tears were streaming down his pale cheeks and not only that, the young vampire was shaking crazily.

Emilie felt her heart sink and weigh hard in sorrow for her brother. Instinct getting the better of her, she headed over to his bed. She sat him up against his wall considering he only had a mattress as a bed...

No matter how heard she tried, Alistair wouldn't talk to her. He wasn't just upset and annoyed but more in pain.

Blood dropped onto the mattress, staining it with a sickly red color.

Emilie looked away from her big brother. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to bother him. She wanted to stay but didn't know if she should leave.

Just as she got up and went to turn the door knob, Alistair spoke up.

You would probably think that Alistair and Emilie would get a luxurious life. After all, their mom and dad are the King and Queen of the Vampires and they are the Prince and Princess.

If you think that, you'd be mistaken. Only Emilie gets the luxurious life, Alistair gets the life in which a homeless person would..

Two siblings with the same parents yet two completely different lifestyles. Strange isn't it?

“Don’t go...” He said quietly but loud enough so she could hear.

Emilie sighed and walked back over. “Then talk to me...”

Alistair sighed and nodded. Emilie started up a conversational topic to which Alistair began to talk about.

She was rather surprised. Who knew that her 9 year old big brother would have such an interest in guns and shooting things?

He soon left the room after a long and detailed conversation. He enjoyed it, as did she.

After she left, Alistair closed his one blue eye and attempted to fall asleep.

He shot off the bed, a tall figure standing above his bed. Their face was red, veins pulsating out of the sides of his head and forehead, and teeth gritted in a furious rage.

Alistair gulped and tried to hide under his covers. But the man was too quick and grabbed his neck holding him up by it. “I can't believe I call you my son,” He said with a voice full of hatred and frustration..

Alistair choked and spluttered, kicking his legs. He started to gasp for breath, gripping tightly ong5o his father's hands desperately trying to make him let go. His pale face started to go purple before his father finally let go.

Alistair fell onto his mattress, crying but choking violently. He glanced around the room for his inhaler only to see his father with it.

Alistair looked up at him, taking shaking, wheezing breaths as he gripped his chest area.

All his father could do now was smirk evilly as he dropped his inhaler onto the hard wooden floor, creating small cracks into the circular, plastic case. He raised his foot and stood on it, causing it to shatter into small pieces, the powder creating a small pile of it.

Alistair gave up and let himself call in onconcious.

His father walked out of the room leaving the passed out Alistair to ‘rest happily’.