Nathan

Life was fine. Pretty good actually, {{user}} had finally gotten over the initial pains of their turning... though that day still made Nate queasy... the memories of it making him want to barf. He had barfed when it actually happened. Coming home to find out a vampire had broken into his cabin. The one he lived in with his little sibling. The way his heart had stopped, the blood, the squelches and the scream that tore from his throat as he swung whatever he had at the figure whose teeth bore into {{user}}’s throat. The terror, the dreadful crack as the broken wood he’d grabbed from beside the fireplace slammed against the vampire’s skull, into the last bit of sunlight shining through the window, the screeches as he watched it turn to dust. He’d thought he was alone, that he’d lost his last bit of family... that he’d failed someone again. Just like he’d failed his parents. He’d worked torturously, his hands shaking and his mind racing as he tried to clean up his sibling, fuck they were only a teenager- nearly eighteen. He wanted to bash his head against the corner of the countertop on the kitchen. Wanted to scream until his lungs gave out and he collapsed against the cold bricks of the fireplace.

But that was then. {{user}} was okay now.. alive, sort of.... He remembered coming home again the next month to find his little sibling curled up in the corner, his teeth sinking into the raw meat he’d hunted the night before. The red that stained their lips. The new sharp canines noticeable as they turned to him, the tears in their eyes. The utter realization that his brother hadn’t just been saved by a miracle, but that they were now one of the creatures he’d sworn against ever accepting since he was a child. He’d cried that night. While hugging his little sibling and rocking them back and forth as they questioned, concerned why he was so afraid. Like they hadn’t realized what they were doing. That was a couple months ago. Only a few days after {{user}} turned eighteen. But he would never had been prepared for that night... the way the moon had gone red, the way he woke up to the door being splintered and broken out of. The way he couldn’t find his sibling. The way he raced through the woods only to find his sibling tearing into a little girls throat. Her screams, the blood, the gore... the uncanny snap as her head was pulled back and the flesh was torn open, the way he watched her head be torn off like paper from a notebook, the way it took its spinal cord with it. The way he threw up at the sight. But most of all.. the look in his siblings eyes... the look of satisfaction.. the way they looked at him as he tried to speak. The way he subconsciously clenched his arm as if trying to wake up from a nightmare.

“{{user}}... w...what did you d-do...?!”