Zalker Academy

The voices of his past

The next few days Brandon spent his time in the school's workshop, library, or his bed. His headaches has only gotten worse, to the point of debilitation where he'd spend hours on the floor curled into himself. The pain wasn't his only problem, the echos of screams soon kept him up at night, lately he had stopped eating and sleeping all together. He sat at a workshop desk with a book in his hand. A book about werewolfs, Brandon carefully read through the pages studying every word. He thought about Zander, how he hated the collar the school forced him to wear. He had heard that with the right collar a werewolf could control themselves better or even stop turning during full moons. Brandon read though dozens of books about this, determine to get that painful shock collar off zanders neck. The books never had much about the subject but what they did have all had the same point, they would only work if it's from someone who truly cares about them.

Brandon looked down from the book at the black leather collar that sat in front of him. It only had a latch and a few studs with a black spot in the middle. For a moment he thought about attaching a loop in the center but shook his head he didn't want zander feeling trapped or controlled. He picked up the collar wrapping it in blue paper and set it in his backpack. He looked at the clock on the wall 3:40AM, another night with no sleep. He held his head in his hands a voice echoing though his mind "I told you what would happen if you dont finish the fight" he placed his hand on the scars on his chest "next time you dont stop until your soaked in thier blood" he groaned in pain putting his head on the desk "I'm not there anymore. I...I dont have to fight" Brandon closed his eyes

When Brandon opened his eyes again he saw blood covering his desk, he fell out of his seat stumbling to the floor. Looking around there was bood everywhere the overwhelming smell caused his eyes to water. He looked at his hands seeing blood on them too, tasting it in his mouth but the blood he tasted was sweet and earthy. His eyes widened "K-Kianna" he stood up running into the hall only to see the same bloody images there too. He saw a figure down the hall, it was Zander, he started to run towards him but was stopped by a familiar voice "Oh my pet, didnt we show you how much we loved you" Brandon turned around to see a man and a woman behind him. Thier clothes torn and burned, covered in soot "Darius...Salira... no you cant be- your dead" the man stepped closer "no no...we live...inside of you" Brandon stepped back but was stopped he turned to see zander, the man who once looked at him so kindly was now cold and distant. The woman chuckle harshly "Did you really think they would see you any different than what you are? A killer" Brandon froze stuck in his stop as zander reached towards him "you cant change who you are" Brandon whimpered as zander dug his claws into his stomach.

Brandon fell to the floor when he looked around walls of the workshop were back to thier original white color. He placed a hand on his stomach. Nothing, just a nightmare. Brandon sighed and grabbed his backpack making his way back to his room. When he got there he sat his bag down and grabbed the pendant from under his mattress. He closed his hand around it and walked to the front of the Academy planning to bury it far away. When he got outside he shivered at the cold air buttoning up his shirt. He walked into the wood when a voice echoed from behind him "Cold? How pathetic. And to think your the reason our family is dead" Brandon turned to see a man stepping out of the woods his long hair covered his eyes but Brandon still recognized him "Warren...how?" His face went pale "Darius and Salira are they-" Warren cut him off "alive? No. But you knew that...you killed them with your bare hands. But they did leave me one...last...gift" He lifted his hair to show Brandon his deep red eyes and suddenly warren was behind him, Brandon could smell something wrong about him "Warren what have you done? You've upset the balance of nature. Drinking the blood of a pureblood has dire consequences even for other pureblood let alone-" warren laughed "a impure vampire like myself. Your one to talk about balance you killed our mother and father. Almong with all of our sibling"

Brandon grabbed a branch off of a tree and swung it at warren only to have him stop it with two of his fingers "you may have been the favorite but you were never very bright" Brandon took a few steps back baring his fangs at warren trying to keep his anger in control "I did what I had to to survive. They used me to fill thier pockets and to kill our older siblings when they could no longer hunt. They would of had me kill you when the time came. So... I set that fire... and I ran. But I found a new home where people care about me. They dont make me kill for them they'll teach me how I can live a more normal life" Warren's eyes filled with sadness "do you really think mother and father would have done that to me?" Brandon's face softened "Yes they would have," he took a step closer to him "but we can forget all of that and start a new life. You can have a new family" Brandon held out his hand. Warren took Brandon's hand with a smirk and threw him into a tree, the sound of Brandon's back cracking again the wood echoed through the forest "oh brother you were always so nieve" Brandon growled about to stand up but warren grabbed him by the face and opening his mouth, he poured a dark red liquid into his mouth. The blood of a dead man, not toxic enough to kill a vampire but enough impair them. Brandon coughed and choked on the liquid sliding down his throat. His eyes that were filled with bright anger now grew dim "I'll...kill...you" his body grew weak falling into Warren's hands.

Warren laughed picking up Brandon and throwing him onto his shoulder "now let's go home" Brandon struggled to fight his eyes closing. He looked at the sky seeing the moon peaking though the trees mocking him "kianna... zander" his voice cracked as he tried to call for help before finally losing the battle and passing out. Soon they both dissapeared into the woods

Soon the sun rose and peered into kiannas bed room waking her up. She walked out of her house hoping to find Brandon but not seeing him. "That's odd. He promised to have breakfast with me" she looked around and walked out only to be meted by zander. Zanded looked down at her "Sorry I was looking for Brandon he said he had something to give me" Kianna looked up at him. "Hes not here. He skipped out on our breakfast together. Common let's go find him." As zander and kianna looked around the Academy for Brandon thier worries only got worse the longer they couldn't find him. The soon ended up outside and in the woods. Zander looked around trying to follow what little scent he had. He came across the tree and looked at the blood that surrounded it "This not good. Deadmans blood, someone took him"