The night fell upon us silently; as the heavy clouds of rain darkened the afternoon faster. A bolt of light scratched the sky, as the room lit up, revealing the emptiness of it. Like I was now; with each flashing memory from my childhood, still lingering.

A storm was coming and my entire being screamed that after tonight everything would change. My shoulder throbbed heavily, while Yves was slowly waking up with a grunt. Tilting my head our eyes connected. His eyes were pulling me into an abyss. Like no light could ever reach the depth of them. In his eyes the darkness will always be present.

Yves stared deeply into mine, silent as our fingers touched. I could hear and feel each of his thoughts and emotions; fear but slowly it was dissipating in thin air like a smoke, remaining only a fade emotion, while his heart settled.

"It will be okay, Yves," I whispered as I looked down at the little one which was sleeping between both of us. His innocent face reminded me of Yves the first time I laid my eyes on him. Yves let a chuckle slip his lips as he closed his eyes back, and humming a song. "I don't want to go to the party." Suddenly the words came out loud making Yves scoff.

"It will be alright love, I got your back." Yves said lazily, as he stretches like been sleeping and not fainting. "Your brother and that ass of your father won't be able to reach you with their words." He continue, as he rubbed his eyes like he was a little child. I smiled gently and I nodded.

I wasn't afraid of them. I was afraid to see the copy of Oliver before my eyes, his brother. I still recall the distress from his hazel eyes as he was holding a plushy in his arms and his jaw trembling, unable to stop the tears. In that moment he started to shout his brother name, while Emilian embraced me and cried in my lap.

I could not cry for him. He was the lucky one, he escaped the hell.

"You're more gloomy than the weather outside." He said, cutting down my line of thoughts; while he passes his finger through his thick inky hair and yawns like nothing happen. He could fake, but I knew better. "How we all ended on the floor?" He asked in a playful tone, as he stuck his tongue to me.

I shrug turning toward the window where the raindrops started to bath it with a heavy shower, while the room was plunged into obscurity. "They won't think it was us. We said a solid story and who will possibly think two kids could kill a woman."

"Your mother," Yves replied flatly, as he stood up and his real color of his eyes glee's in the shade of the room, making my heart skip a beat. "You have nearly eaten your sister." Yves had right. My mother was afraid of me. Each time we met, I felt even if she tried to look normal in my presence, without Emilian we have never been alone in the last twelve years.

It was the day the creature inside me fully woken.

"It hurts..." I hear a short whimper and both of us were pulled out of our thoughts as the little one started to mumble in his sleep and glue to my body. I hated to see him dreaming such awful things.

"You're safe now,' I whispered to him as I rub his fragile back. Yves looked at me with a sympathy look in his eyes while taking him in his arms and lay the kid on the sofa and covered him. Binky jumped on his chest and curled starting to purr.

"She won't ..." I said, as slide fully on the floor and stared at the ceiling.

The past became a beautiful lie. "We ran." Both said at the same time. We have been questioned for good days, but both knew what to say. The kidnappers found us and the woman told us to run. Simple as the veil of smoke hide the true horror in a web of lies.

A vile smirk appeared on Yves face that made me roll my eyes. "You think something pervert right now, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir I do." He simply let me know. I knew to whom he was skimming something now in his mind. For sure will be a long night for all of us.

Without saying anything I stood up and walked toward the drawer, where I had my poems to my mother. Inside in a notebook hidden was Oliver picture.

"It was safe to tell them Oliver never been with us?" I nodded as I look at it, an old photo. The color faded nearly and the backward was yellowish. His smile, though, full of life lived through it. My heart ached. He was the lucky one who escapes this prison we continue to live.

"Hmm, we'll see how he looked if he would had grew up, tonight."

"I do not wish to see his brother, Yves." I said, as I placed the photo back and close the notebook. "I do not wish anybody to see me." I continued, as I poured myself a glass of wine and took all in one gulp. Yves leanead from the wall with his arm across his chest, staring at me with a sad look in his eyes.

"Nat, I will protect you." He told me, as I could only nod while pouring another glass. "We have each other's backs. I'll never let anyone hurt you." I knew clearly he meant each word as his face darkened. "I will kill them before any of them ...' Yves suddenly stops as the boy lifts his hair and looks shyly at us, watching our moves. The color of his eyes didn't change back; the red was vivid as his gazing at us, with curiosity in his eyes.

He lets a shy giggle while Binky sat on his hair with his head on his paws and moving his tail.

"I hate his name." Yves said, while the little one flinches and drops his head in a submissive way that makes me clench my jaw. "Ethan." Yves said as he nods and on the kid's face a deep redness appears. "We need to name our boy, no?"

I shook my head and chuckled. "Ethan sounds very nice."The boy from few hours ago has died, the boy before our eyes was someone else, new life, new name. His name suited him. He was fragile, yet strong to live in this cruel world.

"Ethan, we need to find you more suitable cloths." Yves made a remark that made me realize we have nothing with what to dress him up.

"Also..." I pause and let out a sigh of distress. "We can't let the child here, alone." My friend looked at me and suddenly a smirk blossomed on his face.

"Of course, our baby will come with us." My mouth dropped hearing it and words stuck in my throat. "I know that look Nat, you're shocked."

"Do you want to take him in the lion's cage?" He nodded feverishly while the most dumb smile made me raise my hands in the air. 'What if he says something?"

"I won't..." Ethan voice echo through the room as he put his hands on his mouth and started to shake, like he did something bad.

Yves walked toward him and kneeled in front of him, ruffling his hair making him whine but as well relaxed him. "You're hungry, no?" The boy nodded shyly. Food meant his "father" remains. The boy reached Yves hand and stood up, watching me bit scared.

"Will be okay," I whispered as I watch them walk toward the room. Our room we feed in. Yves was hungry as well, like me, but the taste of the flesh wasn't alluring as the freshest fade away and started to rot.

I turn around and in the corner of my eyes, outside defying the nebulosity a spider was dancing in the wind. My lips twitched as all my being craved to devour it. The win; lost its taste and only my wish was to bite the spider and feeling his essence in my mouth.

"It is the time." Yves sudden said and I cringed, pulling me from my reverie. He looks at me while Ethan sips from a glass through a straw a liquid that looks was taken from a marsh. "Time to go meet all..."

I heard his words clearly as I grazed with my nails the little table that hidden my life between poems and a degraded photo. My life made by a web of lies.

I'm a monster and my mother saw me. My sister felt my fangs into her shoulder as I tear her flesh and chew it. How can I go after so many years to see all? How could I face Oliver family knowing that he died before my eyes?

I'll fake like always, as my father's mansion will be our playground in a society of decadence.