The Devil's Children

It's been about well, six years since I met him, and now that we've gotten to better know each other, I feel a greater appreciation for this demon child. Alois has both saved my life and been saved by me on several occasions; now however, as we go into high school together, along with my other friend who's a vampire, things seem to be changing around town. I worry as to what will happen as i approach the anniversary of my meeting this Boy who ate a soul. (Sequel to "The Boy Who Ate a Soul")

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4. Sneaking Suspicions

   Wandering back into his room, Allen was suddenly startled as he turned to find his younger brother Michael sitting on his bed; starring him down with a look of discontent and suspicion.

   "What the hell, Michael!" Allen seethed, "Ever heard of violation of personal space!?" Standing from the bed, Michael wandered over to his seething sibling, smiling a false smile of innocence as he drew near.

   "So... What were you and Alois doing last night?" he asked, nonchalantly placing Allen's chin into the grasp of his hand. His eyes peered into his brother's, attempting to find something, anything that could tell him what his brother did. Allen tried to avoid making direct contact with his bother's eyes; their deep sapphire color would draw him in and, if he wasn't careful, make him tell his brother anything he wanted. Michael was older now, and his curiosities had turned into suspicion as he grew up beside him and the demon child. His hair was still earthen brown, though a bit longer and straighter than it was six years ago; his complexion however, hadn't changed, he was still pale in color and often he hid away in the darkened safety of his room.

   "We hung out," Allen tried to respond in an even tone, "It's what older boys do, don't you and your friends ever just hang out Michael?" He could tell by the disdain that flowed into his brother's eyes that he had struck a chord. But just as rapidly as it came on, the disdain vanished as Michael just grinned a curiously contented grin.

   "Hung out, huh?" he brought his mouth to the edge of Allen's ear, "And what, by chance, was hanging out..." Disgusted by the notion of his younger sibling, he instinctively yanked away from him. Pretending to be ill he spat back at his brother.

   "You accusing me of being of being Queer!?"

   "Not accusing anymore...." Michael smiled, striding up to his brother, he placed a finger against his mouth and clasped his other hand against his older brother's cheek. "Your response just gave you away." Allen flushed a bit, he couldn't fathom who easily it was for his brother to read him.

   "If you tell anyone...." He growled as he slammed his brother up against the wall by his shoulders. He smiled a bit as the sensation of being lifted and plastered against the wall terrified his younger sibling. "You're dead! Am I clear, Michael?"

   "I won't tell! I promise, now put me down!" He squeaked, his voice hitting an octave higher. He was petrified by fear; it reminded him of that night, the night his drunken father almost killed him. Allen dropped him onto his feet, to which he slid down the wall holding his knees tightly as he balled himself up. A couple of tears came to his eyes as he whimpered quietly in sadness as he relived that night.

   "Michael, I'm sorry," Allen sighed, sliding down to embrace his brother into a loving hug; he remembered telling Alois not to hurt his brother, however, it was himself that was hurting young Michael as of late. "Hey, how bout I make it up to you?"

   "How...?" Michael sobbed, looking at his brother from the corner of his tear soaked eye.

   "Any thing you want.... Within reason, that is..." His response immediately got his younger brother to perk up a bit. Allen blushed out of shock as Michael grabbed a hold of him and kissed his cheek lightly.

   "I want to spend more time with you... and your friend..." Michael whispered. He stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes with the assistance of his sleeve. "Do this, and your secret is safe with me..." he smiled coyly as he walked out of the room. Allen just sat on his floor, in a state of shock...

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   "Where've you been?" asked the Father with curiosity as Christoph reentered the room that had his casket within it. Gliding on his feet over to where Ally was sitting, he calmly placed himself beside her as she duly hugged him. "I was out, visiting a friend."

   "Allen?" Cornell pried.

   "Yes, and?" Christoph turned to look the Father in the eye, "He's my friend, I believe that gives me the right to visit him if I want." He turned away from the Father's glare, resting his eyes onto Ally. "Thanks for waiting for me," he nuzzled his face into her arm. "I'm glad you're okay."

   "Why wouldn't I?" she smiled, "Your my big brother after all... Or atleast, you will be..." she trailed off as suddenly she felt a bit drowsy; Christoph had done that, so she wouldn't give him away to the Father as to what he was up to.

   "I wish to be alone, if you don't mind Father..." Christoph mumbled as he lay Ally down on the pew, wrapping her in the blankets.  The Father, instead crept closer to the two children, his curiosity was morphing into a sick suspicion that he hoped was incorrect. Creeping closer, he noticed how Christoph was looking at the sleeping girl; it was a look of sadness and sorrow, mixed with disillusioned joy.

   "Christoph," Cornell murmured, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, "I know what you're thinking and I advise you not too." He looked at the sleeping girl. "At first, she might be happy, but, believe me, It will not end well if you proceed down this road you're on..."

   "What do you know, old man?" Christoph murmured in a condescending manner. "Her and I, we... we protected each other then, and I vowed I'd be with her always... even if it means I must stop the beating in her chest..." He looked up at the Father,"I will ask nicely only once more, please leave me be for now..." He stood cradling the child as he moved towards his casket.

   "I'm sorry, but I can't let you turn a human in my presence," he flung a crucifix into the boy's back; swearing in pain he tried to keep moving. He stumbled a few steps further before falling to his knees, dropping the girl who tumbled to the foot of the alter.

   "Why... can't we just be.... allowed to be.... happy?" the vampiric child cried as he collapsed to the floor, his vision fading to black. He felt himself being lifted and then deposited into his casket as he blacked out; his last conscious thought was of the girl. The girl that, he knew now, the Father aimed to take from him.

   "What do I know?" Cornell mumbled to himself as he picked up the sleeping child and carried her away, "I know more than you think child, I have lived to see the rise and fall of great people and nations, all due to the same disillusion that plagues you now... That sneaking suspicion that what we want, isn't always for the best reasons...."

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