Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 9

Louder. Louder.

“Scream louder, you little shit!”

Louder they got.

“Louder!”

And again, they got even louder.

“P-Please stop..! It hurts!”

Harder. Faster. Deeper. Violent.

“Stop!”

“Please...stop!”

No matter how much Alistair begged, the violent swings wouldn't stop. They went deeper each time, and dug into his skin with more speed each time. Tears streamed down his face, his breathing heavy.

He wanted to die. That's all he wanted. “Please...” The young vampire begged.

Silence.

“Why should I stop?” His father questioned.

Alistair looked down, his body shaking and dripping with fresh, sickly red blood.

Silence.

His father grabbed his neck and pulled it up to his mouth, digging his fangs into his skin tearing through his skin with ease.

Alistair let out a small yelp, a weird noise. A noise in which he had never made before. A noise that scared him. Made him fear. Made him uneasy. Uncertain.

He didn't feel any pain when his father bit him, in fact, I guess you could say that he liked it.

His father pulled his head off his neck to leave Alistair with a blush. A look of confusion.

His father laughed, throwing him onto the ground. He left him there, staring at his wounds with a proud smile as if to admire his work. But more importantly, he loved Alistair's expression.

He picked him up again and put him back on the hook. Again, he felt know pain. And like before, he liked the pain.

He liked the way the hook pierced through his skin. He tried to move but it held him still.

Slap!

Alistair let out another somewhat yelp, enjoying the pain like pleasure that coursed through the entirety of his body.

But even still, he wanted to leave. He wanted to be back in his room and curl up on his little blanket again. He wanted something to eat...something to drink.

He knew how limited he was to food, how he could only eat certain things and only drink blood or cranberry juice.

He smiled faintly as his father took him off the hook and left the basement. He stayed still on the floor for a while, letting the wounds he had heal.

Slowly, he got up and hugged his arms, walking upstairs. That's when an idea struck him. He would feel terrible but...he had to. He just had to do it. He walked into Emilie’s room and grabbed her notebook and a pencil and began to write.

Sorry, Em. But I think my time to leave had finally risen. Don't get me wrong, I'm dreading this. I don't wanna leave you since you're not only my little sister, but my best friend. I don't want you to grieve over the fact that I'm not here but more hope for my return. The pain mom and dad give me is too much...I guess what I want to say is...goodbye, Emilie, live you always and forever, little sister.

Lots of love, Alistair.

He smiled faintly and stood up running to his room. He didn't pack anything but brought his inhaler and his old passport his parents had given him. He hadn't the slightest idea why but he had it anyways.

While his father was sleeping he ran out the house and knocked on his aunts door.

Alice, his aunt, answered. “Alistair! Are you sure you want to go?” She asked picking her nephew up and wrapping in a hug who nodded.

She sighed and put him in the car, she was going to Russia for a few weeks for a holiday. And Alistair persisted that he wanted to go too.

After getting in the car too, she started it up and drove to the airport. She smiled faintly when she saw how excited Alistair was.

Upon arriving she picked Alistair up once he was out the car and locked it. She carried him over to the desk and showed the passports.

After that, they headed into the waiting room and waited for plane to be announced.

“The plane for Moscow, Russia will take off in 1 hour. Anybody who wishes to get this plane, please do so now, thank you.”

Alice picked up the sleeping Alistair and gently held him as she got into the plane sitting him on a seat. And then sitting beside him.

The adorable little vampire looked so cute when he was sleeping. He was sucking his thumb and curled up into a little ball whilst asleep. Alice smiled and took a picture of him.

After an hour had passed the plane set off, from Quebec to Moscow.

The plane journey took a while and as soon as they got off, the worst experience would occur. And Alistair would have nothing whilst there. Nowhere to go, nowhere to get back home.

After getting off, Alistair was awake but not too sure what was going on. Until...

Alistair and Alice headed to the town center, and made sure to be as careful as they could but when the red light showed and they walked  down the road, some dumbass came speeding past and headed straight for Alice and Alistair.

Alice pushed Alistair out the way si he landed on the side walk and then...

CRASH!

The car bumped right into her, and he didn't even stop, he zoomed forward. Her head came clean off.

Everyone stopped and stared. Some even walking over to Alistair to ask if he was okay, others calling the police and ambulances.

Alistair burst into tears, staring at the horrifying sight on the road. He ran off, away from everyone. Away from everything. He hated this. He hated himself. He should have stayed... this wouldn't have happened!

He sat in an alleyway and sat against the wall. He pulled his legs up to his chest, sniffing as he cried into his knees. He hated himself right now. And to make matters worse, the sun was setting and he was scared of the dark.

He wanted someone to hug, someone to be with him. But he was alone. He slowly lay down on some cardboard and wrapped his little blue blanket around himself, slowly wiping his tears and closing his eyes falling asleep as he tried to forget what happened...