Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 7

Dear coursed through the young vampires body. It was worse now. Every day was something brand new, and it terrified him to the point where he was afraid to even leave his- if you can even call it this- room.

As Alistair's 10th birthday came, he thought that maybe, just maybe he had the chance to escape. He wanted free of this house, he hates being a prince. He just wanted normality in his life, that's all.

He began to tear up as he lacked his stuff away and then stopped. He thought about how Emilie would feel if he left her. So he stopped. He just...stopped. He walked into her room and knocked.

“Emmy?” He said, to which there was no reply. He slowly put his pale and sort of bloody hand onto the golden doorknob turning it only to see it was locked from the inside.

He froze. A loud,  gut-wrenching shriek came from inside his little sisters bedroom. He knew immediately something was wrong...

“N-No! Please...stop!! It hurts!!” She screamed, her voice full of pain.

Alistair ran downstairs and into the weapons room, hurriedly looking around for an axe. He quickly ran upstairs again and over to Emilie's room. He counted to three then whacked the door, slicing through the wood creating a way inside.

The sight horrified him.

Be thought that only he got it. He never would have dreamt in his life that his father would do that to Emilie...

Emilie turned her head to face her big brother, her eyes glittering with pain and sorrow.

Alistair felt tears arise in his eye and he ran over to their father, pulling him away and cursing violently at him.

He pinned him down onto the pink carpet, holding the axe above his head so it was straight in the center.

“Don’t you dare hurt my little sister again, you sick bastard.” Alistair said, his eye shining with disgust, he had a big, menacing smirk on his face. A face only a vampire could muster, a face  he wanted do desperately not to let show.

He held the axe up before he shot it back down, hitting the King with it in his forehead. He repeated this process over and over until he knocked him unconscious.

Alistair dropped the axe and quickly got onto Emilie's bed, hugging her tightly. “Shhh, Emmy...stop crying.” He said holding his sister close as she hugged him back.

This never happened to her, what was he on? What was he planning?

Time passed and Emilie had spent the time with Alistair, both forgetting the previous events that occurred.

Sooner or later, their aunt arrived. And immediately she came upstairs to the two children wrapping both of them in a tight hug.

“Alistair sweetie, where did all those cuts and bruises come from? The same for you Emilie?” She asked gently stroking the wounds to heal them.

Emilie looked away from their aunt. “N-Nothing happened...” She said with a small sniff at the memory.

Alistair’s fist clenched at the memory also, his eye glowing with an anger only he could demonstrate. “That bastard happened. Your brother.”

Their aunt sighed, “Please don't speak of your dad like that, Alistair...” She said with a sigh before she looked over to the two siblings with a heart warming smile, as if she was trying to reassure them everything would be okay.

She patted their heads, to which they smiled at, their anger being relieved by their kind hearted aunt.

Alistair didn't have the greatest birthday ever, and only worse thing we're to come. What do I mean by that? You'll see~

After spending hours with the young siblings, taking them to the mall and treating the hell out of them, their aunt left.

Alistair and Emilie’s fear rose again, and then...

Their father walked into Alistair’s room, looking at the small vampire sleeping peacefully. An evil smirk was now heavily portrayed on the King’s face as he looked down at his son.

He grabbed a needle, the end was sharp and a dark blue liquid oozed out the tip.

Slowly, hearing his father's quiet giggles, Alistair woke up and looked at the needle, his eye widening in fear.

He pulled his hood over his head and quickly stammered back falling off the end of his mattress. He hit his head against the hard wooden floor..

His father laughed, not at him, but at his misery and pain. Slowly, he kneeled down in front of the quivering vampire, pulling the shirt up and pinning him down. He held the needle above his pale skin, before jamming the needle into his side. He injected the blue liquid into a vein there and then took it out, putting his shirt down.

At first, the liquid did nothing.

His father left him for himself, closing and locking the door behind him.

Everything turned black. Alistair wasn't asleep, he was fully awake. And suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side, slowly moving it's way to his stomach, them his chest. He could feel himself struggling to breathe.

He gripped his chest and closed his eyes, attempting to steady himself and his own unsteady breathes.

He felt a tight knot form I'm his chest. It was worse than the other pain he'd get when his arms were ripped off.

Tears began to fall down his cheek, staining his porcelain skin a greyish color. He sat against the wall, his body going numb and his hand falling beside his body. He opened his eye and he could see again. Everything was so blurry...and hard to make out.

He couldn't move.

He could barely see.

Emilie rushed into the room and over to her brother, her eyes welling with tears seeing the sight before her.

His one beautiful blue eye was now bloodshot and he had blood dripping down both his eyes now. His side was covered in blood, so was his chest and stomach. She knew that it was his because of the scent.

But what the hell caused that? What was even in that liquid that could have caused this to happen?

She grabbed her phone from her hoodie pocket and quickly called for an ambulance.

Their was then people rushing up the stairs, Emilie then stepped aside so they could get to Alistair.

They put him on a stretcher and took him downstairs, out the door and into the back of the ambulance. Emilie quickly got in after them and sat on a little chair beside the bed he was put down on.

They closed the doors and got in the front before driving off. Emilie put her hand onto Alistair’s and started to cry again. She held it gently and felt a slight grip.

She smiled faintly and held his hand tightly, her tears refusing to stop falling down her cheeks.

“Please...” She begged. “Please be okay, big brother...don't...die on me...”