Mike’s pov

I take my nightly walk around a ghetto area; it is a prefect place to feed off of people walking around the street because either they are homeless and no one cares about them or no one cares about them period. Pulling my cloak over my shoulders more I walk down a long alleyway. After going around for about four to five minutes the strong smell of blood fill my nostrils. The smell is so strong it is making me more and more hungry. What ever it is it’s probably badly hurt or dying, either way I might as well feed and put the thing out of its misery.

The smell brings me to an old broken down house. Breaking the door down effortlessly I walk in and look around. The house is filled with trash and bugs and furniture was thrown everywhere. I walk to what looks like a living room and it is the same way, furniture and trash everywhere.

Then that is when I see a door open and a man in his late thirties comes out closing the door behind him. He is covered in blood but it isn’t his, he has no cuts and doesn’t seem injured.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I KILL YOU!” the man yelled picking up a butcher knife that was lying carelessly on the ground.

I don’t have time for this shit I’m hungry! I move quickly to him and in one swift motion I knock the knife out of his hand and bite into his neck. I pull away after taking a couple drinks and crack his neck. He put has drugs in his blood no point in having my die from that shit too.

I’m about to leave when I still hear a heartbeat or maybe it is two. They are beating fast and I can still smell fresh blood. I walk to the door the man came out of and opened it. I can hear a faint talking and sniffling down there so I walk down to investigate. As I walk down I see on the walls whips, bondage cuffs, collars, and gags all with dried blood on them except the whip which was covered in wet blood.

As I hit the ground and turn, I see two little bodies huddled together in a corner. I get closer and kneel next to their shaking forms. When I touch one of them he starts to scream and kicks out yelling at me to get away but hangs on the they youngest boy who starts to cry at his outburst.

I look at them and see them covered in deep cuts and dark bruises old and new. I got pissed off at that point because I knew that man did this to them. I know I’m not supposed to feel pity on humans but these are little kids one around seven or eight and the youngest four or five.

I guess I should do what I came here to do and end their misery. I picked up the oldest boy despite the hitting and kicking and hold him tight. Before I can bite into his neck I feel something else hitting me. I look down and see the younger boy hitting my legs and begging me to let the other boy go.

I look at both of them and my soft side conquers. I press down on the back of both boys’ neck so they sleep and pick them up. After wrapping them up in my cloak I walk home. As I look at the boy’s more closely I see the oldest is a Korean looking boy and the youngest has more of an American look.

They can’t be related to that man or each other. Either way I can’t just leave them on the streets they would get killed.

(Outside of the city)

I finally got home but as I open the door Chester and Dave run to me with smiles.

“What?” I asked.

“Is that dinner for us?!?” Chester asked taking one of the boys out of the cloak. After taking one look at him Chester yelled. “Jeez Mike did you have so much trouble that you had to beat them?”

“NO! I didn’t do this, I found them like this, some man was keeping them in a basement and beat them. Oh and no these little guys aren’t for dinner, I brought them home because…um…because…”

“AW! Is Mikey going soft?” Dave laughed.

“No it’s not…ok so I am I admit it.” I said looking down ashamed.

“Man its ok I understand I would actually do the same thing myself if I saw two badly mistreated kids.” Dave said.

“So you guys don’t mind if we keep them around?” I asked and everyone agreed to let them stay. Dave left the room and came back with something in his arms. When he showed me I saw a kid around five years old look at me with big brown eyes.

“His name is Brad, I found him laying in a bush today.” Dave said with a big grin on his face.

“Yeah we are all starting a daycare here aren’t we?” Chester said. “Ok well lets go get them cleaned up and into bed. I’m still hungry so Mike you will have to stay with them, I don’t want some other vampire coming in and killing them, I just cleaned the house.” he said jokingly heading to the bathroom.

Ok so tell me what you think, good, bad, or didn’t get it. Also tell me if I should go on into the future when the boys are older? Please share your thoughts and feeling with me…or I won’t shut up muahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! J/k =)