Too Bad

I sat on the bed, trembling, crying; I want my Mom, I want Dad, I want anybody. I don't know what I'm doing here in this strange room, the man had taken me, told me to think nothing of his blood-stained coat. I cried into the sheets, freezing as footsteps echoed in the hallway. I'm only six, things like this aren't supposed to happen to good little boys like me. The man hovered to me, I whimpered and backed up, however he shushed me. "Now, now Davey." he said in a gentle voice, I looked in his direction, and he smiled I saw the fangs but I could do nothing "Isn't that what you like to be called? Davey..."

"I want Mom... Dad..." I cried out as he held me holding my arm, but not forcefuly "Don't kill me."

"Shhhh... It only hurts a little, you won't think of them anymore, just empty your thoughts." he held me, and something about his hold made me close my eyes.

Until I felt it, he twisted my neck and before I could cry, I heard a snap, and then blackness.

Man's Point of View

So delicate, it's almost sad to see his broken form lay there, I bit into his broken neck, the blood poured into my lips and I smiled, drinking so much blood. It flowed into me until he was completely drained, and then, held him to my chest. I snapped his neck back into place, and layed him onto the bed. The boys eyes opened slowly, and looked up at me, he stared at me with coal black eyes replacing his bright blue ones. He was alive but his transformation was not complete, I quickly shushed his whimpering, he would cease fear soon, cease whimpering. I took a dagger, and thrust it into his upper chest, no blood came out as I pulled it out. Slowly, I brought him to my neck, and force his growing fangs into the two holes in my neck, slowly, he stopped, and fell into my arms. His wound began to heal, and I held his heart in my hand, setting it aside. "Shhh..." I whisper, patting his back "It's all over now my son."

The boy cried, he wailed and he struggled, too bad, perhaps had the transformation been a sucess I wouldn't have to do this. I took a cross from my pocket, and placed it on his forehead, it burned him and he screamed, thrashing, then silence. The next time he opened those eyes, they looked dead, I took the cross off, and smiled. I put a collar the size of his neck length and put it on him, after all, my pet can't get lost or found out, right? He continues to tremble, and I shake my head, he's so unlike the others. Oh well, I guess if he really doesn't want to be my pet. I snap his neck, and take something from my pocket, this time, it's a stake and a small hammer. He snaps his neck back and looks up at me, crying. "I told you to be calm."

However, I decide not to do the stake, too drastic, I turn to a small coffin, and carry him towards it, I set him inside, and he cried as I slam the coffin shut, and bolt in closed. I ignore his cries for help, the pounding a the coffin, I see his small face in the small window of the coffin. And as the sun begins to rise near it, I get into my own coffin, falling asleep to the cries of the boy's cries and plees for help.

Perhaps, the next one will be better, after all, it's like they say thirteenth times the charm.