Summer
Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 6:12:20 GMT -5
Sitting alone in the depths of the darkness was a single being, one who according to most was the very being that existed only in fairytales and legends alone and yet there he was, sitting at a desk with a piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand and a blank expression on his handsome face. Aleksandr was a vampire, one of the most feared creatures in the world and yet at that moment he appeared only to be a contemplative young man that was lost in the very thoughts and memories that he had tried so hard to repress on a daily basis. He had just received news from Russia that his parents had been murdered by vampire hunters and yet that news was not the thing that bothered him, [ the news was in fact very welcome, he would find the hunters' names and send them tokens if his gratitude] it was the memories of the dead ones that he had that bothered him.
Life as a child had never been easy for him, he had always fended for himself ever since he had gained the ability to walk. His mother, a beautiful young woman that had been known for her ugly personality had lacked the maternal instinct for him from the very moment that he had been expelled from her womb. She, unlike many mothers before her had not felt the connection that most mothers felt with their children and upon turning home she had simply shoved the infant into the arms of a nearby maid, ordering the flustered young mortal woman to care for him in her place before wandering off to tend to other matters.
This was how the young boy was raised, passed from servant to servant as though he were nothing more than a disease, neglected and left locked inside of a room that was unfit for a young vampire, forced to hide under the bed in the room during the daylight so that the bright rays of sunlight that shone through the uncovered window would not harm or kill him until he got strong enough to break down the door that held him trapped inside of the room so that he could escape to a safer part of the castle, one where he would not be forced to hide like a frightened animal.
It was that sudden burst of strength and cleverness that had captured the attention of his father and mother, who had believed it time to reach the young vampire about the thrills of the hunt. That night he was forced to come along as his parents stalked a young mortal couple. They spoke a language that the young boy could not understand at the time, though even his young mind could pick up on the fact that they cared about each other very much, something that had touched his childish heart even then. He was so focused on the young couple, watching them with admiration that he could not see the way that his parents had posed, he did not see his parents lunge until it was too late and the agonized screams of the weak mortals filled the silent air.
The young vampire watched with horrified eyes as his parents tore into the young couple with the eagerness of starving dogs, growing sick as the smell of fear stained blood splattered on the floor in waves of dark crimson. Icy blue eyes filled with tears and the horrified young boy ran forward, pounding on his father's leg with all of the strength in his small body. " Ostanovit!!!! Ostanovit!!!! Vy yavlyayutsya ubiystvo ikh! [ Stop!! Stop, you are killing them!] He pleaded and pleaded until his father lost his patience, raising a hand and slapping the boy with enough strength to send him flying onto the snow filled ground where the boy lay in stunned silence looking tearfully up at his father as the cruel man looked down at him with a gaze of pure disgust.
" Zhalkiy. Mal'chik sarayev slezy dlya nash pitaniya [Pathetic, the boy sheds tears for our food]" The man sneered coldly, blazing blue eyes leering down at their match as a disgusted sneer crossed over his own handsome features. " On slishkom mnogo iz rebenka. Ot seychas na, on yest tol'ko chto on okhotakh!" [ He is too much of a child. From now on, he eats only what he hunts]" True to his father's command, he was no longer provided with blood from the servants, he was only allowed to consume the blood from the things that had foolishly fell into his desperate hands. For months, the poor boy would feast on the blood from stray dogs and cats, sometimes even from the rats and the birds that filled the streets when he was desperate enough for food. For the longest time, he fought his nature growing weaker and weaker as time passed by and having to deal with the mental torment of his parent's mockery all the while, until one day he could no longer bear it.
He could still remember just who his first victim had been even all of these years later. Could still hear the terrified screams of the boy as he feasted upon his blood and could still remember the look in his eyes as he silently begged the vampire to grant him the mercy of death when he had finished feeding from him, a mercy that Aleksandr had been obligated to grant him when he returned to his senses. He could still recall the cruel sneers of his parents as he came home, covered in the blood of the boy. Even then, they had not been proud of him.
He would later learn that the only time that they would be ever be proud of him would be years later, when he grew stronger and much more clever. He mastered musical instruments and foreign languages easily and became stronger than even the pride of the family, his cousin Nikolai. His parents were praised for his talents and had become proud of him, though by that time the years of cruelty and neglect had already taken their toll on their pride and joy, filling him with a strong hatred of his parents that carried through the years, to the present.
It was the chime of the grandfather clock that he kept in his study that finally tore him out of his thoughts. His eyes gazed at the paper again before a wry smile crossed his lips. Cold and yet surprisingly beautiful laughter filled the air for a moment before the note was crumpled up and tossed into the nearby flames of the lit fireplace, glowing eyes watching as the flames hungrily consumed the paper. " May you two burn in the hottest and deepest pits of hell, vhere you vill forever hear the cries and screams of the ones you tortured. Farewell and good riddance. May ve never meet again."
