"Mother-son incest is a sick and horrible thing. Most of the time, the mother will force her son into it but in rare cases, the son has been known to either inneciate or force their mother into sex." Biest put down the book as his own mother came walking into the room. She gave him a sweet smile and he shyly returned it. How could anyone even have such horrible thoughts as sleeping with a family member? The fourteen year old boy knew he would never dream of hurting his mother in any way, not after all she had done for him. Cyreina II gathered his clothes hamper in her small arms, "Any idea on what you want for dinner?" He just shook his head, still thinking about the book. Reading was his favortie thing to do. Any kind of book, he could spend days reading on, loving every quiet moment. For some reason, he had gotten most of his mother's looks. White skin and black hair. But he also got some features from his father, such as his hair being spiky and unruly; flaring in all directions like he was Sonic the freaking Hedgehog. His personality was one sided though, all from his mother's side. Quiet, shy and somewhat innocent; all that in a nutshell. "Well, try and think of something or else Khnumn will get to pick." Khnumn was his year younger brother, a wild child with purple hair and mischivious green eyes. He also had a sister, named Demi. She was actually sort of normal, which was rare in this family. "Ok...thank you, mother." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Than she was out, tap tapping away in her little girl shoes. Biest was still for a moment, than went back to his book, wanting to find a reason behind incest. The novel itself was about various kinds of strange love, a documentary of sorts. One chapter he could not just read once was about something called S & M. Slave and Master. This fascinated him so much because it seemed to describe his parents relationship quite thouroughly. There were moments when it truly did seem like his mother was his father's slave, not his wife. For example, a few weeks ago they were all sitting down to dinner. Cyreina had asked her husband if he would like anything to drink and for some reason he hadn't answered, caught up in vast thought. She repeated herself, than began with, "Seth? Mas-" The sentence had been cut with a gasp from her and a surprised look from Seth. "N-No...I'm fine, thank you"
Also, a moment had gone by when he had witnessed them both in the parlor, settling after a long day. Instead of sitting in a chair near him or on his lap, she had sat on the floor at his side.
Like a pet. Biest often wandered about them. What had brought such two mismatched people together? His quiet, easily angered father and his shy, loving mother. Had he forced her into it? So many questions.
Questions he hoped to answer by observing them. That would begin tonight, after Demi and Khnumn had been tucked in.

Luckily, no one knew about the hidden hallway. Biest often crawled back into it through the closet opening and just spyed from back there. A small peephole near the back gave him the perfect view of his parent's room. "Just have to be quiet, "he reminded himself silently. Not a problem for this kid. He flinched when he heard the door open, but kept from any noise. "By God, he heard his dad groan, "what a day." They came into view, arms linked in an old fashioned manner. Cyreina rubbed his shoulder tenderly, "Let's get you to bed so you can get some rest." She gently removed the over coat he wore with very little objection. His father looked very much like a British gentleman, dressed like one too. The only thing wrong with that picture was the fact that he had wild red hair, tinted with bits of black. Seth gazed at his wife with loving eyes, a look no one got outside of this family. "You work too hard, she told him softly, "I wish you would slow down for awhile." He tilted her chin up with one finger, halting her hands from undoing the last button on the cape like thing. They gazed at each other for a moment, neither moving at all. Cyreina shook her head as if shaking away delirium, "I-I'll get you some medicine for those burns." Biest clearly saw a smirk play over his father's lips when she rushed to the dresser.
As if she was eager to be free of him. "Even after all these years you still fear me." He said it lightly, like commenting on the weather. The woman looked guilty for a moment, "I'm sorry Seth. It's just all those old...nightmares." He seemed to glide across the room rather than walk, still smirking. A shadow from the lighting hid everything on his face but that smirk. The rawest look of fear came over her face when he embraced her. An arch took shape in his back as his face settled on her shoulder; he was taller than his wife obviously. Still that evil smile never left, "Poor Cyreina." Her hands clutched at the cloth covering the arm that was sealed across her neck, "S-Seth..." Biest felt as if his breath had left him. What on Earth was going on between them? Seth turned his smirk into the skin of her neck and she instantly cringed. Most would instantly see why. His father had fangs, not like enormous vampire fangs, but just pointed enough to be noticeable. And at the moment he was using them to nibble lightly at his wife's neck. She whimpered, blushing madly, and eyes shut tightly. "P-Please d-don't..." A soft, whispery laugh of cruelty came from him, "I won't hurt you, Cyreina... unless you want me to." The woman exhaled a shuddery breath, "Oh Seth...." She turned just in time to catch his lips. Most teens would say, "Oh gross! Adults making out!" But Biest wasn't exactly a normal teen. And love fascinated him beyond all reason. It was one of the rare emotions that could make anyone do anything. He watched with a scientific mind as his father used one hand to throw his own cloak to the ground. Ugh...disgusting. His back was littered with various cuts and old bruises. They broke the kiss and Seth surprisingly backed away from his wife, like she had become toxic. This confused Biest but Cyreina seemed to be used to it. "Oh Seth, she whispered sadly, "poor baby." He muttered inaudibly as she sat him down on the bed and hugged him, "I'm not a child." She stroked his hair softly, soothing a hidden kind of pain, "I know darling, I know." Foul as it was, she traced small kisses down his chest. "I love you Master." Seth moaned quietly, "Cyreina...my angel I-." This ended with a wince like it hurt to even say those words. Biest smiled and left. Unfortunatley, he didn't get a chance to see the real side of his parents relationship.
But that would be unveiled in time.