Tyson sat at the table facing his sister who was diligently eating her dinner. Her fangs evident in the well lot room. His brother was still out on a mission given by his father. His father was sipping at his chalice with a serene yet ominous look to him. It was another normal day to him but the sense of something bad happening was gnawing at the back of his mind. It was so bad he lost his appetite and excused himself from the table. His family paid him no heed as he left the room. Tyson walked down the large chandelier-lit hallway as he admired the family portraits. One in particular, the one about his mother, was his favorite. A fair maiden with a flush of color to her. The two had many similar features. Both were blonde with blues but only Tyson had fangs. His mother was human but he loved her all the same. After looking for a while, left for his chambers on the third floor. It was a custom in the family to fly to your room hence no stairs existed in the castle of said dukedom. But here is the kick, Tyson's abilities never manifested as expected hence to even go to his chambers, he need the help of his maids. His personal maid was already waiting. A black haired beauty with dead eyes. Even for a vampire, she had no emotions to speak of. " Young master Tyson, heading to your chambers?" she asked.
" Yes, if you please," Tyson requested.
" As you say," she said and raised her hand.
A red energy enveloped her hand matching the same that enveloped Tyson and with that he was levetated to his room. He entered their and went straight for his bookshelf. He picked out a book and sat at his desk. It was titled ' Eastern lands '. He smiled and went through the book for like the eleventimillionth time. This specific book had sentimental value to him since it spoke about his mom's homeland. As he was getting inveloped in the book, a knock came to his door. It was his maid. She was here to inform Tyson of his summons from his father. He closed his book and looked at the door. The bad feeling was back and he did not like where this was going. He steeled his resolve and approached the door. Just as he was opening the door, he heard something like a whisper say," Keep an eye on his claws."
He turned his head but saw nothing. He contemplated and rumaged a few thoughts before finally opening the door. His maid was hovering with grace at his door. He gave her a nod and she used her telekinesis on him to bring him to the ground. Then he walked to the other end of an opposite hallway from earlier. This hallway was different from the precursor. It had portraits of the old family heads and it always looked like their eyes followed you. Tyson did not like this. He eventually got to the large door at the end of the hall and knocked on it. It opened to reveal his father seated behind his desk and Tyson's brother, Neil, at the guest table having a drink." Brother, I didn't know you came back," said Tyson.
" I already a few minutes ago. I was just giving father a report," said Neil.
Tyson now looked at his father who was perusing a book." Father," Tyson called out.
" Have a seat Tyson. Let's talk," said his father.
" As you command father," said Tyson as he sat down.
" Tyson, it's been ten years since your mother was murdered and you have shown no results in awakening your power. The seer said you were a gamble to keep around since you had two visible futures. One was you become a useless human with no abilities or a powerful half-blood with incomparable abilities. For the sake of your mother's wishes I let you live here hoping for the latter but even my patience has reached its limits. As I know, you can remember what the seer said about how long it would take know right?"
" Ten years, sir," said Tyson already knowing where this was going.
" So I have taken care of your useless self for ten years without payment. You turn fifteen at midnight . Aren't you grateful," he said with a devilish glare.
Tyson looked down and said," Thank you for taking care of my useless self for all this time."
" At least you have some etiquette from this. Now, onto the matters at hand. I'm getting rid of you tonight," he said sending chills down Tyson's spine," But I'm feeling generous. I will give you one hour to run as far as you can, then," as his fangs were bared at his own son and a deranged look entered his eyes," it's hunting time."
Tyson took off out of the office and ran for his chambers. His maid helped and he got to packing. Back at the office, Neil asked his father," Was that wise father? It's not even midnight. You could be ruining a ten year investment."
" Who gives a care about that useless child. As useless as his mother. I just hope," he said as his face shifted to that of a giant bat," that his blood will be just as delicious."
He then cackled madly. Neil looked at him with disdain. He was not okay with killing his brother. He may have been powerless but no one acted more like a noble than him. Losing his talents was unfathomable.
Tyson packed his earlier mentioned book together with a few trinkets. A rosary his mother got for him before her death. A vile of holy water he got in secret. A necklace his mother left for him to be given during his fifteenth birthday. A few clothes and finally a small dagger. His escape route was already planned for a long time now. He got under his coffin and pulled out a long rope. He threw it out his window and left his room through that. Three storeys down but he was ready. He looked across the land and the forest surrounding the castle was not to scoff at. It would take at least four hours to escape but he was not giving up easily. As he was going down smoothly when he passed by his little sister's window at the second floor and she was there watching him. The two's eyes met and he could see no emotion in those eyes. He was about to speak but she flew out and cut the rope with her claws."....," said Tyson," WHY!"
" Die, you sorry escape of an elder brother," she said with an angry expression on her face before flying back into her room.
Tyson the ground hard but he survived it with a broken arm to thank. The wrist was twisted but the arm was dislocated. He groaned in pain and held in all the pain as he relocated it. He panted wildly due to his heart beating quickly. Blame adrenaline. He glanced back at his sister before entering the forest. This was where the adventure started.