The night felt like the pelting rain that escorts us; until we reached our destination. The sky was displayed like a hill plunged into an inferno; where the fire was creating a chaos, burning it and brushing it with fury. My shoulder throbbed heavy and felt like were on fire. I felt like my insides were tearing apart, fiercely.

The single thing that gave me comfort was the calm music, a violin and piano, but was accompanied by the guest's murmurs and laughing's, that made my head feel like thousands of voices were whispering to me. I felt my hands sweating while my breath quickened. Tingles took over my body as nervously I passed my hand through my freshly cut hair.

"It is to short!" For a reason I muttered with a whine, making Yves snicker and Ethan put his hand on my head and feeling it. Fluffy he whispered making me relax hearing his voice even if was on a shy tone and low.

"You look handsome, babe." Yves whistled as he turned off the engine and turning back towards Ethan. "Remember all that we talked?" The boy nodded as I could feel the lens was making him feel uneasy, as they hide the new color of his eyes.

"Ready?" They nodded as we all three we got off from Yves truck. The walk felt like took forever but I was more like dragged.

"For a twenty eight year old guy, you sure act like a baby." Yves whispered as his eyes darted around the room the moment we entered.

Lights, noises and a lot of people I knew and most were strangers to me, but acquaintance and business partners of my family and Serge's family. I could hear clearly the voices from my head, pushing me to feed, to paint the room in blood. Yves caressed my arm with his hand ensuring me everything will be okay.

Suddenly a high pitched sound made me shudder. "Yvey?" I turn and before me a minion woman but slightly chubby with a purple dress. She wore a huge purple cap knitted with flowers, and in her hand a small plate with some appetizers, appeared before us. Yves smiled as he leaned to kiss his mother on his cheek. I saluted as slowly tried to blend in the crowd and get myself lost.

"Nathaniel!" She called my name as I bite my inner cheek as I felt smacking her chubby face. "Boys you always get dressed in black costumes, put more color on you." I let a forced smile as I eyed Yves to take her away.

All I wanted is to drink some wine and get fast from the party without seeing any of my family. "Mother, you look breathtaking." He only said and pushed her aside. I lifted my eyebrow as he shrugged while I pointed the little one holding from the back of his costumed and his mother having her mouth open.

Yves turned and nonchalant clears his throat and fixing his costume already feeling that he enjoy her mother look too much. "Mommy..." He makes a pause and takes an innocent look on his face, holding Ethan from his shoulder, while in the background a cheerless song plays he took a deep breath and that moment I knew, he will said loud enough that all to know.

"I present you my bastard son mother..." The woman gasped, as she dropped the plate way too dramatically for my taste. Fake, all here was just an illusion. Ethan grabbed with both hands Yves middle and glued his head from his hip and said the thing we told him "Daddy". My lips twitched at the scene until I hear a voice that made me wince.

"What this garbage is doing here and what is with this cheap show, at my party."

My heart slammed in my chest as I turned around and my eyes land on my father. Is cold gaze penetrated me. I could see his disgust as he stared at me. Opening my mouth I couldn't say anything. With the corner of my eye I could see leaning by the bar, Emilian smirking.

"We both have been invited..." I manage to say as my anxiety transforms in rage as my jaw clenches, biting my tongue, which release its foul bitter taste, my venom. Oh, what I wish it could kill me on the spot.

"I never recall telling you; to be here, I have no son," My father said, as whispers rippled through the room.

I stared at him, while all looks at us feeling like an idiot. "I'm glad my daughter is not here to see you, disgrace of a human being you're." My mother approached my father and placed her hand on his chest. Fear I could only read in her eyes.

Hearing she wasn't here made me happy but sad as well. She is safe being away from me. I could not bear to see her being frightened only seeing me. She knew I was a monster...

"Emilian..." I started to say, but my dad turned around without a word and left, letting me feel like a pathetic human being, but my heart was numb to his words. I heard them until I left and locked myself in that small flat.

My mother had a look on her eyes that made me realized how theatrical she can be each time she comes to see me, my heart ached. All I wanted to have someone near me, even if I always refused to hold them, afraid to know what they think of me.

I know now, none wanted me in their life. I realize she would have told me if I was wanted here, when we met. A smile blossomed on my face, feel of sadness. I only had Yves, and without him I would be on the depth of the hollowness, letting myself to be taken over - her.

All of a sudden a poem I once wrote crossed my mind, I felt right now like the time I wrote it, as I was crying. I was abandoned like an old book on a shelf. To hid their sinful secrets. Where each passerbyare empty dolls, linked with invisible streaks, but on us is just a feeble web that broke with one touch of a fingertip.

Slowly my light becomes dim, flickering in the wind like the fire from a candle.

Then darkness engulf me.

Fucking liars, each one of them, but something else made my all my body shiver. Yves. His eyes darkened completely, changing his color, in something that only once saw, a predator to hunt for fun.

An abyss; that could plunge your soul, and devour you. He tilted his head and his knuckles were white. His lips started to become discolor, and take a shade of a dark green.

"Daddy..." Ethan said scared and Yves regained his pose, as he pushed his mother from near him, and started to come toward my way, ready to kill.

"Big brother such pity..." Emilian appeared before my eyes with a jubilant pose as he sipped from his glass, pulling me from my line of thoughts. "We all know now why my father never mention you - all this years. You're dead to him. "

"Is my father as well," I said as I hold Yves arm.

"Hmm? Not what he says!" Emilian licked his lips as he was savoring the moment. How my beloved brother became such a cold hearted person? Someone's; that now all I wish to tear him apart and suck him dry, as she commands me, the creature that killed me and took all from me. "You smell like shit." Emilian continued, as I lower my head as I feel my fangs slowly penetrates my gums, painful as my brother's words. "I bet you do not wash for days..."

I gaze at him and before my eyes I still see the child that ran to me and threw himself in my arms, and let a cry of sorrow thinking he lost me, but now he pushes me of a ravine.

"Get lost, bitch." Yves said flatly and his mother shields Ethan ears, passing over the shock that tonight she became a grandmother, of a child born under a rose, to poetically said.

"Tsk, the bodyguard has arrived!" Emilian shouts. Some of the guests looked in our way like was a spectacle. My brother raised his hand and I could feel his touch on my face, as my head bend hard to the side. A sting; followed by pain and shock as all the events occurred fleetingly.

I felt the blood being practically sucked from my body when my eyes land on Yves hand, and gasps erupted. Straight on my brother crotch and patting while Yves pulled out his tongue in a mischievous way. The slap Emilian gave, to humiliate me fade in an instant, as all eyes were on us and silence.

"Oh, such a little cock. Ya all, someone has a cute little turtle in his pants." Yves started to laugh while Emilian jumped to his throat, ready to choke him. I could see my father making his way through the sea of guests and tried to pull Yves away.

"Enough..." I yell toward Yves, but not a single reply.

Yves grabbed my brother from his waist and brutally pulled him toward him. Yves, was a devil. He knewwell how to push my brother buttons, but tonight a sinister glee was shining in his eyes, like a star on the night sky, imperturbable.

"This bitch, needs a lesson to be taught." Yves replied to me, flatly, as he gazed all, sharply. "Nobody hurts my Nathaniel." He said and I could feel the perplexed look on all faces.

My body felt on fire, pure ecstasy felt like flood through my veins. My shoulder felt like was pierced freshly, and my sweat, felt like droplets of blood.

Something wasn't right. "Yves..."

I tried to say something but felt like my words were sealed out. Before my eyes a grotesque image appeared, flashing and piercing my head. He reached his hands toward me and his flesh was tearing up, his body was decomposed, and only linked by webs, as spiders were coming out from his eyes and mouth...

"Nat..." I hear a voice calling me? As I could only see Oliver hazel eyes from the photo, fleeting suddenly in thin air. Ethan looked in distress.

Yves pulled Emilian face toward his and smirked, letting his fangs slowly to show until retracts them fast. "I know you like it." He said as he continued to rub across the fabric of his pants my brother cock, making him let out a moan and his face flushed in a deep reddish hue. He tried to pull out, but Yves grabbed him hard from his shoulders.

"Baby, but last night you love how I hammered in you, over your father desk..." He continued, as Emilian looked at our father which was white as a sheet. Yves had an innocent look on his face but under that disguised I could see it clearly, he was witty.

"What the fuck you're saying; you freaking creep." Emilian started to struggle but Yves overpowered him as he pushed him to the ground and sat upon him, chaining him to the floor. He licked his lips and his neck cracked. "Dad, he is lying..."My brother was aghast as my father looked like was about to drop dead.

All the entire room was Yves new playground now and my brother his toy.

"Oh!" Yves let a sad look on his face as Ethan hold me from my hand, as his emotions surged through me making me nausea. In eleven years, there was so much pain and suffering. He hated the scene before his eyes, as he sunk his head in my back.

Yves leaned toward Emilian and with his tongue grazes his face, letting a trail of slime, dripping on my brother jaw. The entire audience follow mortified the scene before their eyes. Yves glanced at me and winked. Were only both of us in a feculent sea.

Seeing all I could sense a swirl of emotions erupting through me. As I watched how Yves played with him, seductively. He caressed Emilian face with his thumb until reach his mouth, opening it wide with his fingers tips. He lean on as his lips brushed my brother's, teasing him, as he bite them, sucking his lips until becoming blue and swallowed.

It made me feel more empty and lonely than ever. I could never even receive a kiss like that, so ravishing. Emilian panted but as well his body twitched in pleasure and disgust, as Yves lips brushed my brother's, teasing him, as he bite them swallow and sucking them until became blue. Yves leer in his eyes and lean one more and lick the back of his ear, whispering something.

"Now, you're a faggot like you call your brother."

Yves let a grin slip while my brother remained paralyzed on the floor as whispers burst out, like an echo. Yves reach his hand and pulled me from the edge of the ravine Emilian pushed me.

"Enough of this abomination show in my house." Father shouted with a deep tone, as the scarlet color of rage painted his face. His imposing personality dominated the room. I lowered my head but not in obedience. His world were like hitting a wall of glass as my throat felt like burst into flames, aching while my mouth was dry. My body hurt, like the creature scratched me from inside to come out.

"Nat?" I hear Yves voice while my view became fuzzy and all started to swirl around me. I lean of his chest feeling his hearing beating fast. "What it is wrong?" I could not reply; I needed air.

Yves let out a whimper as his face deform as a grimace appeared and he hold his torso with both hands and sudden felt to the ground, throwing up blood.

I heard Mrs. Serge yell in panic but I knew I had to protect him. With one pull I dragged him after me and ran out, both being hit by coldness of the night and the pouring rain. I didn't stopped I just ran, hearing their call behind us. Ethan was fast catching with us.

"Stop Natty!"said in a nostalgic tone. I stopped breathing heavy and feeling safe, away from all. "I'm better." I kneeled near him and check him to be sure. Before me was little Yves again, scared.

"What happen?" Ethan asked as he sat near Yves and hold his hand.

"I do not know..." A rustle of the leaves made me realize where I was. In the forest, near our old cabin, my face was twisted in the turbulent pond that was at few feet from it.

I lifted my head and look at it. In the dark it looked like was about to crumble anytime under the power of the wind. It had a sinister look, like if I would approach it would devour me, but for a reason it was pulling toward, feeling a tension in my chest.

Ethan snarled. The more I gazed at it I felt like my all body was pulsating, and the fire that burn inside me dormant now was like a volcano ready to erupt through my veins, creating a river of firestorm through the roots under my flesh.

My head was hazy, my eyes felt fuzzy, my body was numb, unable to stand up, as my head throbbed like a hangover. I could not focus anymore. I could only see a bleakness before my eyes, pulling me toward the humanlike creature that appeared in front of me. His eyes were mesmerizing.

I licked my lips and only I wanted is to devour them, feel them between my fangs. My nectar of life was his fiery and tasty blood. I was just a passing phantom, ready to be pulverized with one touch, as worms will feed from my remains. The skies open the gates of hell with one jolt of light...

"Nat!" Yves shouted, as before me something unnatural, a monster like us appeared. His tangled dark brown hair wet and filled with mud and swamp remains as he was crawling from the pond, pulling himself with the claws as his body was bones and skin.

He lifted his hair and a gawky smile blossomed on his face, as the pouring rain washed him. Beyond the creature eyes I could see his eyes clearly - hazel. I shudder as on his lips my name ot is spelled lubberly, like barely now learn how to talk Natty, and reached toward me, feeling like a child that had been lost.

Yves gasps and hold his mouth with both of his hands, glancing at me, while Ethan continues to gnarls.

"You died..."

It was the single thing I could say before my knees buckled under me and felt in the mud facing him. It was surreal.