Backstory: Part III

POV: Sebastian Kyran, 160 years (visibly 8), 4'3, 78 lbs

I sat down on a chair in a house that was unfamiliar to me. There were pink decorations everywhere, and one of the two bathrooms was filled with blood. Because of the amount of guts in the room, the entire house reeked of iron. As I breathed in the thick air, my hands began to tremble with guilt.

Just a few hours ago, my mom had brought me here to a small party. Everyone was talking about a baby that wasn't born yet, and congratulating the mother. Babies are so cute, but I had to push that thought behind me because my mom ordered me to kill the woman and her unborn child. So, I had followed the pregnant lady to the bathroom, and did what I was instructed to do. At first, I hesitated, but once I began to dig my claws into the lady's skin, I couldn't control myself. After I toyed around with the dead bodies and sucked up some blood from the mother's corpse, I heard a man outside of the bathroom. When he had called out "Vanessa", I realized he was Tom, her husband. My heart thudded aggressively in my chest as I quickly contemplated what to do, and I tore the necklace off of the woman. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I approached Tom with my bloody arms behind my back. He was going to be mine.

...After that incident, I told Tom to clear the house of guests, and now I'm waiting for him to return to me. As I was pondering what I had done, my thoughts were interrupted by a familiar, disappointed voice.

"Sebastian, you should have killed everyone at the baby shower," my mother whispered into my ear, "Since you stopped yourself, you deserve to be punished." She grabbed my shoulder and aggressively ripped me off of the chair.

I stared blankly at her, and just followed where she was pulling me. The week prior to this moment had just been a series of me constantly being hit, stabbed, burned, and skinned by her. The extensive torture had prepared me for anything, including possible death. I'm extremely lucky that I have my father's ability to heal without scarring.

My mom forced me into the bathroom filled with guts and she glared down at me. "I don't like it when you play pretend, you filthy liar. I thought you had actually changed." Hearing her nasty voice made me angry, but I kept my expression flat.

"Mommy, you told me to kill the pregnant lady and brand Tom so that he's mine. I did what you said." My response was definitely not mother's favorite. She shoved one of her clawed fingers into my right eye, and wiggled it around, destroying my eyeball. I could feel the cold, black blood trickle down my cheek. It hurt more than anything, but the pain reminded me that I'm still alive, so I embraced it.

"I gave you ideas to try, not pure orders. You need to learn how to act like the bloodthirsty vampire you are. I checked the tattoos you left on Tom's back..." Her face scrunched up angrily, and she kicked me in the head. "You are one of the most powerful vampires I have ever witnessed, and you're only 160 years old! Where in the world did you get that much power?!" She stepped on my chest and grinned down at me. "Sebastian, you need to start using your powers whenever you get the chance~!"

I looked at her and when I didn't respond, she dug the heel of her shoe between two ribs. If I were human, I probably would have died already. I grunted a little and stared into her evil eyes. "Yes, mommy."

"Yes, mommy? YES MOMMY?! Why don't you tell me what you're going to do if you get the chance to kill someone~?" She dug her heel in deeper, the pressure of her foot started to keep me from breathing properly. I looked at the two corpses next to me, swallowed, then returned my gaze to my mother.

"If I got the chance.... I would..."

"Would what, Sebastian~?"

Without answering her question, I grabbed her ankle and shoved her off of me. She never exercised, so although I was small, I could easily push her away from me. "Don't touch me, mommy." With that statement, I put my hand on my eye, and used some weak magic to restore it.

Her gaze flattened, she looked unimpressed with what I had done. "Sebastian, you need to prove to me that you aren't weak~. I hate having such a hideously strong son that doesn't show off!"

I walked out of the bathroom, and tried to head toward the kitchen, but my mom grabbed my wrist. I had been patient with her the whole time, but for some reason, this was the last straw. I immediately whipped around and bit her thigh. When she grunted and tried to pull me off, she ended up making the bite even worse. My sharp cuspids had torn through the muscle in her thigh, and the taste of vampire blood filled my mouth. As she bent down to cover the wound, I stared up at her and copied what she had done to me; I forced my claws into her right eye. Hearing my own mother whimper in pain made me feel... ecstatic.

"Mommy, look at all of your blood, it's going to ruin the carpet," I said as I grabbed her leg. I dug my fingers into the bite wound, and looked up at her. She started crying softly, which made my little heart race. Whenever she struggled, more pain would shoot through her body, causing her to remain still. Smiling, I stared into her pained eye, and decided that it would be best to end her suffering... by making her suffer more. "Hahaha~ I wish I had done this years ago. I hate you, mommy."

I grabbed the muscle in her thigh and tore it out. Once she fell over, I pinned her to the ground. My little, clawed hand dug into the top part of her mouth, and aggressively dug at the fang sockets until the fangs poked out. "Good bye~!" I giggled as I tore them out. Cold, black liquid gushed all over the place, and eventually she died.*

I smiled at her corpse, but my emotions quickly ceased. Glancing over at the bathroom, the idea of washing away all traces of my mother blossomed in my mind. With this idea in my head, I stood up and removed my bloody clothing. As I walked into the bathroom then sat down in the bathtub, the world felt so still. I turned on the faucet with scalding hot water and filled the tub to the brim. Feeling the divot in my chest from earlier, I used more energy to heal myself. The burning water gently encased my body, and I reached over for the soap.

As I scrubbed the blood off, my mind began to wander off into suppressed thoughts about my dad. He was just as vicious as my mother, but at least he cared about his only son. Whenever she would go to hit me, he would stop her. He may have seemed nice to me, but he was horrible to humans. He, too, had the power to come here to this world, and he would bring boring girls home with him. They would do all of his work, and we would often end up eating them for dinner. I don't think he ever did anything else with them, but my mom would constantly scream at him for cheating on her. After he died 60 years ago, she would tell me that if I acted like a bad boy, she would kill me just like she killed him. I know that she never killed him, though. The day he died, he came into my room and hugged me tightly. I remember exactly what he said to me: "I'm going to leave you with your mother, Asher. Just know that I love you more than you could ever imagine." Then, he kissed my forehead and left the room. I understand now, why he decided to kill himself. My mother was crazy and if he tried to leave her, she would find him and force him back.

I clenched my fist, then finished getting the rest of the blood off. I stepped out of the bathtub and stared down at the murky water. Picking up a towel, I dried myself, starting with my hair, then my armpits, then my thighs. After that, I picked up my mom's purse and pulled out clean clothes that she had packed for me. Putting on the clothes, I went in order. Underwear, pants, and finished the outfit with a button down shirt.
"Sebastian?" Tom called my name with a worried tone, and looked at me as I stepped out of the bathroom. He calmed down once he noticed that I had cleaned myself up. "Oh, there you are. I-"

I spoke, cutting him off. "Please don't call me Sebastian. I'd rather you call me Asher or Kyran." Staring up at him, I grabbed his hand. "Don't speak unless I instruct you to. Now, let's go home." Before I took Tom back to my world, I stared at my mom's corpse. All I wanted now was to watch more blood spill.

((*Note: Guardian Vampires fangs are connected to a main artery, so getting them ripped out almost always results in a gruesome, bloody death. It is one of the most efficient ways to kill a Guardian Vampire.))

Hope you guys liked this one! It was honestly pretty hard to do, trying to make Asher feel emotionless was so difficult for me to do!

For the next ones, I'm probably going to go in depth as to what happened with his father, what happens after he gets home with Tom, and when he meets Patty!

Hey! Kei here! I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to you (I was at Magischola prep, a larp thing.)
But I am really really happy with the design that you gave me!! Is it alright to put her up on my toyhouse account? (Toyhouse is a website dedicated to helping you organize and show off your characters. There is a slot to put credit to the designer of an oc on an oc's bio)
Thanks for trading!!
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Ah, I just read all three, this makes me sad ;w; I take it Sebastian doesn't accept hugs, especially from humans...? XD

... I've re-written this comment twice now because I know I'm horrible names I'm not familiar with, and I want to make sure I get Sebastian right '>.>