My mama and I were walking in the busy street in London. Everything was beautiful, the buildings were so tall; it filled the streets with people wearing different styles but what really caught my eye was the women. The women wore such short skirts and dresses; I wondered why they did so. I have also wondered why I didn't have the same features as my mama.

Mama is a pretty lady, and I want to look like her but I didn't. I looked more like papa. My mother had long brown hair and dark sea-blue eyes and my papa had black hair with light green eyes, like the color of light grass. I had my papa's black hair and gifted with my mama's sea-blue eyes. I felt lucky to have the same eyes as my mama because it made me feel pretty.

Once we got our food from the store we headed back home. I didn't like my home; it was dark because mama said we can't afford lights. I hate the dark, it always scared me but I had to stand up and be a man, for mama.

Sometime later, I was in the living room playing with blocks, broken blocks. All my toys broke, but I still enjoyed playing with them. I knew that my mama didn't have much money, so I never complained about my toys or food. My mother takes me to daycare when she goes to work. The other kids found me annoying and didn't like me playing with them. I have always wanted a best friend, someone who could always help me when I needed it and someone who would play with me every day!

My mama walked into the living room holding a plate with a sandwich on it. The sandwich had white bread with a slice of meat then another white bread on top. It didn't fill me up but like I said before, I couldn't complain. I grabbed my sandwich and took a bite while I felt my mama's hand go through my soft black colored hair; "Make sure you eat it all okay? I want you to grow up big and strong" My mama told me with a smile on her face. I looked at her and nodded in agreement.

That was my goal, to be the strongest man alive. After I finished my meal, my mama took my plate and went to clean it in the sink. Noticing that my mama didn't even eat anything for dinner. I wondered if it was because she wasn't hungry "Time for bed" my mama said while washing the dishes. This made me frown a bit, I hated going to sleep, I hated night time.

My mama came over and picked me up, then walked to my room. She laid me down on the bed "Now, now, Don't give me that look. If you want to grow up strong, get a good rest" she said in her sweet-toned voice.

I finally nodded to her "I understand, I have to get strong to protect mama" I smiled at her and she sure smiled back "That's right" she agreed and kissed my forehead. Then, she got up and walked out of my room. I looked around my dark room holding onto my blanket tightly, I knew if I didn't go to sleep fast then the monster would get me and eat me! I was trying so hard to force myself asleep until I heard a knock on the front door. I could hear it being opened and my mother gasping. I crawled out of my bed and walked out of my room, to see a tall man by the door.

The man with black hair and green eyes, it thrilled me to see my papa; I ran to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back just as tight and rubbed my head. My papa was in jail for something he didn't even do, he was there for a long time. My papa is the nicest person in the world, I never understood why they would lock him up.

(Time Skip: Couple of Months later)

After papa came home, he took me on camping trips, tell me stories about prison, read me awesome bedtime stories, and play with me every day. He was an amazing person and best of all, an amazing papa.

It was now another night, and it was late. Papa took me to bed this time, he didn't read a bedtime story, he looked angry "Papa.. why do you look so mad..? Did I do something wrong..?" I asked curiously. My papa shook his head "No, it's just something between your mama and me" he said as he kissed my forehead and walked out the room. After he did so, a few minutes later I started to hear yelling. There was lots of yelling going on between my mama and papa, I was so worried and scared.

(Time Skip: A Week Later)

It was morning and my mama left for work after cooking me and my papa breakfast. My papa didn't look so good, his eyes were blood-red like he never slept. He looked dirty like he never took a shower. He even stunk terribly with the smell of smoke, beer, and some drug. I knew it was a drug because my mama told me that papa was doing them, but I'm still confused about what they really call it.

My papa stood up and walked over to me "Sky, go to your room right now!" he yelled out of nowhere. He could barely even stand up straight as he yelled at me, I didn't ignore him though. I was sensitive and hated being yelled at so I quickly ran off to my room with teary eyes. I didn't know why Papa was being so mean to me and mama. Mama said papa was doing drugs to feel better, but he didn't look better nor was he even nice.

Later in the afternoon, I was playing with my broken toys again. I played a bunch of games all by myself, mama said I had a good imagination. My papa suddenly barged into the room holding up his beer bottle "Damnit Sky! Where did you put my beer!?" He yelled, but all I did was back away from him "I.. I don't have a beer... I never touched one before.." I mumbled quietly, feeling a bit scarred from the way he was holding the bottle like he would throw it at me at any moment. I could tell he was angry by the look he gave me "You're just like you're screwed up mother, always telling lies! I'm not messing with you Sky, give me my fucking beer!" He yelled a lot louder than before.

I could feel my face become wet with tears and I was shaking a lot, I was so confused about what he was talking about and I didn't have an answer for him. He threw the bottle at me but because he was drunk, his aim was off and hit the wall behind me. I covered my head and put my face in my knees to cover myself from the glass. I just wanted mama to come home and protect me from the monster in my room. My papa walked over to me and grabbed me by the shirt pulling me closer to his face.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth because his breath stunk so bad. He frowns and uncovers my mouth "Stop being such a bitch about everything. You're a boy, not a girl so act like it. Boys don't cry, only girls do. No son of mine will act like a girl" he stated as pushed me away from him "Next time I'll aim for your head if I catch you crying again" he said as he left my room. Just by hearing him say that, I started to cry, but I covered my mouth tightly and ran to my bed burying my face in my pillow so no tear will shed. I was afraid that if he heard me crying again, he will hurt me next time.

Not long after, night came and my mama finally came home. I quickly started to put up my toys so I could see mama but while I did that. I heard screaming once again but this time, things were being broken. I walked over to my bedroom door and opened it looking down the hall but saw nothing. I heard yelling and screaming again and more things breaking. I ran out of my bedroom and down the hall to see glass everywhere, the living room looked trashy. I turn my head to see my mama *****. My papa was grabbing her chest and touching her in other places. It covered my mama in cuts from the glass.

I covered my eyes with my hands, not wanting to see mama the way she was "Stop! Please stop papa! Your hurting mama!" I yelled out "Come here Sky and help me with your mother," Papa said. I shook my head and slowly uncovered my eyes, glaring at the monster "... No never.." I sounded like I meant it and I didn't flinch one bit. My papa pulled a knife out of his pocket and let's go of my mama then came towards me "I dare you to say that shit again" he grabbed my wrist tightly and put the knife close to under my chin. I started to tear up and my body was shaking. I never thought papa would pull a knife out on me; "..I.. I.." I couldn't get my words out from the tears falling out of my eyes.

My mama grabbed my papa by his hair and pulled him away from me "Don't you touch my son!" She yelled at him and then looked at me "Run!" As she said that, I heard a police car pulling up. I ran to my room and opened my window, crawling out. I started to run towards the forest and when I glanced behind me, papa was running to me. I ran as fast as I could, I ran deeper into the forest. My shirt and skin were getting cut up from the branches and sticks as I ran past the trees. I tripped over some big sticks and fell down a steep hill. It covered me in mud, dirt, leaves, and it ripped my outfit. There was blood coming down my shirt from the cuts I got but I didn't care. I was so afraid and focused on running, it was like pain didn't exist.

I got up, limping but kept walking, I determined to lose my papa forever. 20mins later, I saw a big house up ahead. I did my best to run to the house and once I got there, there was a huge gate. The design looked so old, and it looked like it hasn't opened in years. They covered it with vines and dead flowers. I crawled through the gate by using a small hole, table for me to fit through. Inside the gate was a yard leading to the door of the mansion. It was beautiful; it looked like it has been cared for recently.

I looked up ahead to see a well-dressed boy holding a small, white lace umbrella over his head. He was walking out of the building. He walked up to me and tilted his head lightly, adjusting his golden glasses that tilted slightly to his left because of his small nose. His clothing was very fashionable, a white blouse with a lot of frills paired with an ivory waistcoat and in the top of that a white coat with small golden details, a pair of white slacks paired with the outfit and completed with a pair of knee-length tie up boots. "G-Good afternoon, sir..." The boy said shyly and bowed deeply, still holding the umbrella with his left hand.

Both of his hands covered in ivory silk gloves and he held out one of them, offering his hand to me "May I ask your name, sir..?" his voice was quiet and shy, stuttering lightly now and then but nothing too much. His outfit isn't what got my attention though, it was his beautiful ruby red eyes, ones that shine so bright in the darkness.

They were amazing and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I took the boys hand "My name is Sky! What's your name?" I asked then looked down to see my dirty bloody hands touching the boy's nice gloves. I quickly pulled my hand away "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get your gloves dirty!"

The boy chuckled lightly; he looked older than me but his chuckle was so adorable. "It is all right sir, I have more where that came from. My name is Vincent Clarisse Von Gillérion" He spoke in a tone that made him seem very fancy. He bowed slightly and looked me up and down "You don't look so well" He frowns lightly but looks back up at me with those innocent red ruby eyes "I can take good care of your Sky. I have a bath and someone could take care of your wounds" he smiled softly. I nodded at him happily "I would love that! I really don't have anywhere else to go" I told him while looking down slightly. The boy smiled, thrilled at my decision to stay.

END Of THE PROLOGUE

No matter how dirty my hands were, he still took them in his. He pulled me inside the enormous mansion. There was a red carpet on the floor to cover up the hard wooden floor underneath it. On the ceiling, there was a chandelier with diamonds hanging down from it. There were two cases of stairs on each side of the room, along with two doors by the stairs leading to different rooms.

There was another door between the two staircases, and right across the front door, we were both standing in. Suddenly a tall man with black hair and a fancy outfit came up to us. He looked like an adult, and right now I didn't joy being around adults. I hid my body behind Vincents, with my head sticking out from behind him. Vincent looks over at me, a bit confused, but then smiled.

He looked back over at the tall man "Hello Carlton, this is Sky. He will stay with us from now on." The man named Carlton nodded with a small smile and got down on one knee "Hello Sky, it is a pleasure to meet you." I was so shocked that this all man kneeled in front of me. For some odd reason, it made me more scared than before. Suddenly I could hear more footsteps, then I saw some maids walk in.

They gasp, then whispered to each other as they stared at Vincent and me. They may whisper, but I could hear every word they said "Who is that child behind the young master? Did he break-in? Did the young master save him? Is the young master going to use the boy for food?" I ignored everything they said except for the food part. "Give Sky a bath and some fresh clothes to sleep in. Make sure his wounds are clean." Vincent commanded Carlton.

Carlton reached his hand out to me, but I went further behind Vincent, this time hiding my head. Vincent frowned and turned towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders "Why are you scared? He won't hurt you." Vincent said in a soft tone. I knew Carlton wouldn't hurt me, but I didn't want to leave Vincent's side, just in case.

I felt my heart beat fast as I looked down towards the ground "I can't go with him... I don't want to. Please don't make me..." I begged him. I could hear Vincent's soft sigh as he raised my chin with his hand. I saw a smile appear on his face "I'll give you the bath and let you borrow my clothes." I nod quickly "I would like that very much!" I replied, feeling grateful. He took my hand once more and pulled me up the huge stairs.

We entered a room that was significantly better than mine at home. The room even had a bathroom connected to it, which is where he took me. Vincent left the bathroom and came back holding a white towel and some clothes. It puzzled me to see the clothes he brought me. They were very fancy; I didn't even want to touch them because I felt like I would ruin them. "Take off your clothes," Vincent told me as he turned on the bathtub water.

I did as they told me and pulled my clothes off. Once he finished prepping the bath. I got into the bathtub and sat down "I'm sure you know how to wash your own body. I will wait in the bedroom when you're done." He said as he walked out, shutting the door behind him. I washed, starting with my hair, and then my body. It started hurting the more I washed. The soap got in my cuts and it hurt a lot more than when I first got them. Once I finished, I got out and dried myself off. I did my best to put on the clothes he gave me but it became more complicated with the cap, waistcoat, and gloves so I took everything back off. I knocked on the bathroom door lightly and in no time, the door opened "Yes?" Vincent asked.

"Um... how do I put this on?" I replied to him. Vincent gave a confused look "What? You don't know how to put this on? Haven't you worn them before?" I shook my head at his question. "No... I have seen nothing like this before" Vincent seemed shocked by my answer. He opened the door more and walked inside "First you need to patch up your wounds first, then I will help you." He walked back into the bedroom and I followed behind him. We both sat down on his bed facing each other. He looked at my chest, arms, and cheek with a frown. I saw him go through a box that was already on his bed and pulled out some bandages.

I held my arm out to him and he wrapped it up carefully, but then I heard a growl. I glanced down at his stomach and then back up at him. His cheeks were turning red, probably from embarrassment "E-excuse me... I-I didn't mean to... I just ha-" He stopped talking and focused more on my neck. I felt a weird aura come across the whole room. "Vincent..? Are you okay?" I asked, a bit worried. The other was silent and just kept staring, which made me feel more uncomfortable, but he was so pale. I placed my hand on his cheeks and felt how cold he was "Oh no... You're freezing! I can go get some help-" before I could finish, he tackled me down and bites me right into my neck. It was so painful that my eyes watered from the feeling. ".. help..." I mumbled out quietly, I wanted to yell but I couldn't.

I never knew I would die by a pretty boy with ruby red eyes. My arms and legs felt so weak that I couldn't even move them, and my brain confused with all kinds of thoughts. My eyelids became weak, and I got light-headed. Suddenly Vincent pulled away and whipped the blood from his mouth. He stared at me and took a moment to realize what he had just done. I could see his eyes tearing up and he shook me a lot "Sky? Sky! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me... I don't know what happened to me!" Vincent yelled out. I could feel his cold gloves as he held my cheeks in his hands "Stay with me Sky! I will get help!" the boy said as he left the room and the feeling of his gloves left.

I didn't want him to leave because now I was alone, staring at the ceiling until it became blurry. Everything then went black, and I passed out. The next day I woke up and looked around quickly. My head hurt and I felt like I had a nightmare, but when I looked around and saw that I wasn't at home, I knew it was all real. I looked over to my side to see a peaceful sleeping young boy. Seeing him made me feel happy.

I laid back down next to him and moved his white hair out of his face to see him more clearly. This boy next to me was the one who almost killed me last night, but... I don't think he even knew what he was doing. I saw him open his eyes, and he stared at me for a moment before sitting up and hugging me tightly. I could tell by how tight he was hugging me, that he was really worried "I'm sorry Sky! I'm sorry for what I did to you last night! I didn't mean to at all!" He buried his face into my neck. I hugged him back tightly and smiled "I know, I forgive you," I told him in a calm voice.

Vincent slowly pulled away and whipped his teary eyes "I thought I killed you too..." He sniffs. I tilted my head a little "Too?" I repeated to him. "What do you mean by too?" I asked. Vincent looked down and squeezed his fist tightly "I killed my parents because of the same thing..." He whispers like he wanted to tell me but he didn't at the same time.

I sat up and hugged him again "But I'm still here Vincent and I will never leave you okay?" He smiled at me happily and nods "Okay! Does this make us friends now?" He asked. I never had friends before and I have always wanted one. This was now my chance to have someone to stay by my side forever "Yeah! You're my vampire and mine only" I said excitedly. Vincent blushes and smiled more "I'll be yours forever" He promised.

I woke up with the bright sun sitting on my face from my window. I flinched and turned around, I can't believe I forgot to close my curtains last night. I need to learn how to keep them shut. I then heard a knock on the door "Come in" I answered to the knock. A girl with long pink hair and purple-colored eyes opened the door "Good morning Sir. the young master is downstairs waiting for you"

I nodded and got up "Thank you, please tell him I will be down in just a moment" She nodded at my response and left the room. Once she left I went to the bathroom and took a shower, I had to look good. Ever since I have been living here with Vincent, I have grown.. attached? if that's the correct word. I love him so much more than a brother. I want to be closer to him and hold him in my arms every night but... I'm afraid that he just sees me as a brother and nothing more. I want to ask him out one day, just to see how it goes. I've learned about love in old books around the mansion. The books were so old that it seemed like Vincent never even read them.

After my shower, I put on my outfit for the day. Vincent never approves my clothes when I pick them out. He has a very stylish taste while I have none. He is the one who makes sure I don't look like a fool. He picks an outfit out for me every night for the next day and has a maid put them in my room while I am asleep. Therefore, I never pick out my own clothes. It's fine with me because it saves me time in the mornings. My outfit looked like what a prince would wear in a ball just without the golden tassels. It was a black and gold outfit, Vincent always told me I look good in black. Once I finished getting dressed, I did my hair and went downstairs to the huge dining hall. The room has a ceiling full of chandeliers hanging from it. There was a long table and a tall man sat at the end. I smiled as I sat down on the side of the table, close to the tall handsome man with white hair and red ruby eyes "Good morning Vincent" I told him. Vincent smiled happily at me and replied "Good morning, you look amazing in the outfit I picked out" he said in a deeper voice but still sounded smooth and nice to listen to. "Thank you and thank you for picking out such a handsome outfit for me"

Vincent had a slight smirk on his face "You're welcome. I have good taste, don't I?"

I nodded at his question "Yes, you do"

Suddenly a man wearing a black suit put our food in front of us and left. The food looked amazing! It looked so good that I just wanted to put it all in my mouth at once. I glanced over at Vincent to see his grim and depressing look. The look he always gives when we eat a meal together. Vincent always had a hard time eating normal food ever since he drank my blood when we were younger. He drinks my blood to stay healthy and get more energy, but lately; he is trying to eat human food. I don't know why he is so determined to eat human food. I normally wouldn't mind if he took my blood whenever. Vincent's favorite part was dessert. He could eat that without hesitation. He loved chocolate and anything sweet, but I don't let me eat too much junk food.

"You don't have to force yourself to eat it... You can just drink my blood if you're hungry, " I told him in a soft and kind voice to show him. It was okay to be selfish. Vincent shook at me like he wanted to do what I offered "Just let me try.." he mumbled and picked up his fork. I shrugged it off and let him do what he wanted. I took a bite of my own food and then heard coughing and spitting up from Vincent. I looked over at him quickly "Are you okay!?"

Vincent nodded "Y...yes.." he wipes his mouth with a napkin and stood up "Please excuse me.." he said as he left the dining hall. Of course, I hated seeing him so depressed and I hated eating alone without him. I got up and left the room to follow him "Vincent wait! It doesn't matter if you can't eat human foods anymore. I told you you can have my blood whenever. Please don't starve yourself"

Vincent turned to face me as he was about to head up the stairs "You don't understand Sky... I don't want to keep drinking your blood all the time. What if you run out? What if one day... I suck you dry and kill you..?"

I sigh softly as I now realized why Vincent was so determined to eat human food. It's funny how he looks and sounds so tough and intimidating but has such an innocent and sensitive heart. I walk over to him and pulled him closer to me "I will not die. I know I am human and humans are fragile, but I am not planning to leave you for a while. I'm going to stay by your side, just like when we were children. I want to give you my blood because.. you deserve it. You took me in and gave me more food and toys, things I never thought I could have or would ever have. You gave me clothes and a warm bed to sleep in. Giving you my blood is my payment for everything you have done for me. Please let me continue to pay you back for everything in the way I know how to"

Vincent looked speechless as he stared at me in shock that I pulled him closer but I continued to speak "If it wasn't for you... I would have probably been dead... o-or worse... You really changed my life. In fact, you flipped it upside down in a good way. You even made me think of my feelings differently" my mind raced and I felt stiff. My heart was pounding against my chest. Am I really about to confess to him about how I feel?

I am really doing this! I'm about to tell him all the feelings I have saved over the years for him! I am about to let out a more sensitive part out of me! B-but I'm a guy.. can guys be together in a relationship? Oh well! I can't just stop now! I'm so close...

"You have been on my mind a lot lately... I-I... I-i" I felt my face heat. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Is this some kind of sickness?

"I..I um.. I really like you... B-but! Not as a friend... I-I Love You! I love you a lot" I said the best I could without stuttering. My hand was shaking in nervousness along with the rest of my body.

Vincent's face looked very shocked, and he seemed even more speechless. It was quiet for a moment before he closed his eyes, like he was thinking about what just happened. He opened them once more and pulled away from me "I decline you're offering. We can not be in a relationship, Sky. I hope you can realize that"

He declined..? Is this real? Of course, it is, I can feel my heart sinking. Why do I feel so... so.. depressed... So.. sad... All he said was no, it was his choice. Why am I sad..? I can feel myself starting to fight against the tears welling in my eyes. I need to stay calm, but I can't. If I speak now, no words will come out. All I could do was bite down on my lip and nod, pretending that I understand and accept his answer when I don't. I instantly ran off, up the stairs, to my room, not wanting to shed any tears in front of him.