Chapter 3

~11 years earlier~

I stared down at my hands, which were neatly on my lap.

My dad was yelling at my step mother who stomped her foot and demanded he take the hurtful comment back. I looked at my step mother, who looked like the witch she's always been.

I just learned to stay quiet. I just didn't know what to do or say... guess that's always been the problem with me...

I heard my father hiss and storm off down the hall away from my step mother and I.

I silently stood and made my way over to my step mother who glared harshly down at me. "Boy, you're so ungrateful for what you have, you little shit!" Her hand raised quickly and she brought it down upon my face.

Her wolf-like nails scratched my cheek and I stumbled back from the blow. I touched my cheek with my hand; I gazed at the red blood dripping from it. She laughed like a dirty comedian as I sucked in a breath. She turned on her black heels, her red silk dress bringing out her terrifying beauty, and stormed off in the opposite direction from whence my father had went, cackling.

I blankly stood there for a second, feeling nothing. Just a never ending numbness which never left me. It had stayed with me ever since I was born.

I silently went in the direction of my father, the red carpet, which my mother demanded be put here, leading the way to the throne room.

I hung my head low as the servants stared at me a whispered harsh words. I could see the amusement in their eyes.

"Didn't you hear that his mother was a-"

I growled sending a sneer there way. They hissed in response and I straightened my back. They growled and hissed, then made there way further down the hall whispering to one another. Those jerks.

I huffed a breath then continued my way down the hall. I really had enough of my step mother; she is a real fricking bastard. She has been so terrible to me ever since I was born. My mind showed me a vision that happened fifteen years ago when I was seven. That's when I remember my step mother whipping me with a leather whip. The reason she did it was because she was aggravated at my father after an argument and decided to take her rage out on me.

I remember having giant red scrapes all over my back and stomach along with a black eye when she struck me right on my left eye. It felt like a giant grizzly bear began to slash through me like a fish. I have a plan, however, to get away from her. I thought about it as headed over to my father in his throne room.

My dad noticed me arriving in his throne room when I walked in. I could see regret in his eyes; he, too, hated my step mother. He got up from his black metal throne. My father gazed at the scratch my step mother had made on my left cheek. He began to rub it delicately; regretting and feeling hatred for my Step mother. "T-that damn disgusting--" My father ran over to his throne and slammed on it, creating a loud BANG. "THAT STUPID... UNDENIABLE SHIT!" He placed his head onto his throne and began to sob. I walked over to him slowly noy knowing the same emotion as him.

"Dad?" I asked.

"What, son?" He replied; his head still on the throne. "What do you want?"

I then shared him my request, "I want to leave. I want to leave this kingdom to get away from her."

I saw my dad wipe his face with his hands; they were full of wet tears and slimy snot.

"Please, dad," I said. "We can escape together and we'll be free of that cruel witch!"

My father remained silent for a moment, then something came to him. He began to remember the past events with him and his ex-wife.

He was the one with hope and peace, she, on the other hand, was full of hate and anger. He thought when he had left her because of her terrible behavior. It was a right move, he thought. He then stood up and faced his son; his eyes were watery and his nose was stuffy. "You're right about that woman. That woman is a dirty bastard."

I nodded and then replied without feeling joy, "Yes, she is. Now how do we escape?"

"Hold on," he replied. My father then walked behind his throne and pulled out a small wooden box with a label on it saying: POWER POTIONS. He opened the box and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid with a little sun label on it. He handed it to me. "Drink this, son, and you will be able to withstand the sun's deadly waves."

"Wait, what about you, I can't drink all of this?" I asked my father, feeling that he was forgetting himself.

"I cannot go, my son, I must stay here and rule the kingdom. I'll try my best to control your step mother."

"But...but..."

"Drink, and flee, my son."

I didn't know what to do. Should I stay or should I go? I then asked my father, "May I ever return back here?"

My father nodded and replied one last time, "You may visit once every year, but go now before it's too late! Go, my son! Go!"

I nodded and opened the bottle and drank every last drop of the potion; it tasted like old toilet water. My body felt tingly after I drank the potion. I went up to my dad and hugged him.

"Goodbye, my son," he told me.

"Goodbye, father," I replied. I then left for the woods hoping my step mother would never find me.

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As I ventured through the woods remembering how I had fled when I was only eleven, I could hear the sounds of crickets chirping and owls hooting. I pulled my black suit over my head hoping no one would see me and kill me because I was a vampire. I heard the sound of flowing water rushing west of me. I decided to follow the sound.

Although it had been eleven years since the incident, I had learned to adapt to this new life I had with the humans. At night, however, my fangs would show and I would wander the woods.

The sound of the river continued to get louder and louder each second until I eventually made it to the river. That's when I saw someone. A little girl, ranging in her teen years, wearing a white dress, standing about a foot from the river. I stared at her curiously, wondering what she was going to do.

I began to feel something that I haven't felt before; it was developing like a baby in its mother's womb. And before I could think of anything else, she tipped over and fell into the river.

"Shit!" I gasped and ran over to the river; my heart was beating quickly. I rushed over and stopped before the river to see where the girl was. I could see the girl flowing down the river like a toy boat. I could see that the river was heading for a waterfall about five-hundred feet where she was.

I decided to jump in and swim after her.

Before I had any time to think it through, I tossed my coat aside and dove in. The current was strong, but I squinted my eyes and kept swimming.

I eventually caught up with her and hugged her in my arms. I tried to prevent both of us from heading to the waterfall by grabbing on a loose tree root, but because it was so weak, it snapped and we continued flowing down the river.

The girl and I were moments from plunging down the waterfall. Not seeing any possible escape from the river, I tucked her into my arms and legs preparing for the fall. I could hear the sound of water rushing downward ahead of me. I began to feel something I've never felt before... I began to feel protective of this girl... Not knowing why, I still felt that emotion burning inside of me as the speed of the river got faster with each second.

Moments later, still holding onto the girl, I began descending down the waterfall into the abyss below as me and her fell down the seemingly endless waterfall.