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Vampire Boy

Name: Braxton
Nicknames: Vampier boy
Age: 16
Hair: black streaked with red
Eyes: Deep blue

Braxton was born into a normal family (so everyone thought). His mom is bipoler and his dad well there is not much about his dad other than hes a loser. Lets start at age 3 on his birthday. he got finger paints and paper from his aunt may, and learned to read and write from his uncle norm, and from his cousins a bunch of new clothes. at the end of the party his parents shoved him back in his room like they did everyday. and left him alone his parents didnt love him the only reason they had him is cause they both got drunk and well you know what happened next. they didnt love him the hated him. but braxton loved his parents and did tried everything to get his parents to love him so when he was locked in his room he painted with his finger paints and wrote "i love you" he learned that phrase from his party he heard his aunt say it to him then later he said to her and she gave him a gentle hug. so he sounded out the words and spelt it like think "i wuv oo" scribbled but readable his parents laugh and him and through it back in his face. he ran back to his room and cried on the cold floore his dad walked by his room and heard him crying. he swung the doore open hard sending braxton flying forward his dad picked him up and pined against the wall and said "suck it up you big baby! crying aint gonna get you no where!" and dropped him and he landed with a thud smacking hard against the concrete floor. his father walked off mumbling words inspeakable and kicked his black paint bucket over spilling all over his new clothes. braxton picked up his close and went over to the water boiler(his room was the basement) it leaked water alot of water so braxton put his clothes under the water and watch the black spread and stain his clothes. he liked this color he liked it alot.
the years passed and the beatings continued more bruises and soreness.
the sent him away to school when he was old enough. but his grandparents took him school shopping every year. he was different wore dark clothes and had pale skin.
now we could go through every little detail and stuff like that but were gunna start in 4th grade ok? good.

4th grade:
the only reason his parents sent him to school was so they could get rid of him for most of the day. he was teased for his differentess he was stereotyped and taunted till he was in tears. he was shy and would sit alone in the back of the class. but he was intelligent getting A's and B's. he still tried to impress his parents so maybe they would love him. but his favorite class was music class. his music teacher was a cool teacher he has tattoos and piercings and listen to heavy death metal. and favored braxton. braxton excelled in mucis class he loved every minute of it and never wanted to leave he would especially love when mr.k would yell at the bullies that made fun of him he liked watching them shrink in fear. mr.k knew exactly how braxton felt so he invited him to stay in his class for recess. of course he did. oh i forgot to tell you that braxton play's the gutair and drums and has does vocals. mr.k would blast SOAD, slayer and beneath the sky, (screamo music) but every now and then would play something like evanescence or atreyu. braxton adapted to that music (the only music he ever heard). But after they listened to music for a 10 minutes or so mr.k would teach him the basics of guirtar, drums and singing. braxton quickly got the it down was bumped up to advanded band.

now we are moving up to the last day of elementary school(and if you lost go back and re- read) was devastating to braxton and mr.k that was the last time they would really ever get to see eachother. mr.k said "braxton dont stop playing guitar ok?" braxton smiled "ok..." and bit his lip knowing he didnt have a guitar he would lose his skills over the summer. he heard the growl of his dads engine and the honk of the horn. he said good bye and a tear gently rolled of his cheek. he quickly wiped it away.
they were half way home and braxton gulped and said " dad" he was scared. "what?" his dad said in a irritated tone "can i ... get a guitar?" he asked. "a what?" he replied. "a guitar" he shyley said. his father stop[ed at a stop light and smacked him hard across the face. "what did i tell you about asking for stupid things?" he said angerly. "no too" braxton said in a weak voice. "but dad. Mr.K said that i should keep up with my guitar playing so i dont lose my skill." he pleaded "mr.k this mr.k that! thats all i ever here about!" his dad yelled with another smack across the face. braxton help back his pain and tears until the got home.
they finally get home and his dads yells "to your room now!" braxton ran to his room crying and his the side of his face was red and swollen from his dads hand smacking him. he tought him self to cry without making any noise.
a month or so passed and it was braxtons 11th birth day of so his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins all gave him a call to ask what he wanted he told his grandma he wanted a guitar he told his grandpa he wanted a cd player and he told his aunt that he wanted some SOAD cd's then told his cousins some a clothes from his favorite store (hot topic)
the day of his birthday came he couldnt wait to see what he would get even if it wasnt what he wanted he just liked to have the people that actually love him around for a few hours. but his cousins got him some new clothes from hot topic, his grandpa got him a cd player, and his aunt got him some SOAD and some slayer cd's. his grandma begged him to play a song on his new guitar. after a while he gave into her sweetness and played the song the mr.K had wrote for braxton he began to sing along to the soft strumming of his fingers on the strings his family stared at him in aw. they clapped and cheered except his parents they thought it was awful the hated to see him succeed. everyone had left his dad stared out the window to make sure everyone left. braxton picked up his guitar and began to walk to his room.

his dad enraged began yelling at braxton "HOW DID U LEARN TO PLAY LIKE THAT!?" he screamed. "mr k taught me" he answered "I TOLD YOU NOT TO ASK FOR A STUPID THING LIKE A GUITAR!" his picking up braxtons skinny body and threw him down the basement stairs slaming into the wall braxton scrambled to his feet and ran into his room and locked the door and blocked it with anything he had his old clothes and school suplies. he heard his dad thumping down the stairs but he stopped half way and turned back up the stairs. he heard the strings of his guitar hit the stairs.
braxton layed motionless for the whole night everytime he moved it hurt. he feard he had broken a bone.

a week or so passed and he was still sore but no broken bones but a possible disslocated shoulder and sprained arm he made a wrap for his wrist and shoulder he didnt dare to come out when his parents were home but when they left for work he would get a quick snack and look around for his guitar. but he could find it. but he never gave up. he heard the engine once again and ran to his room. blocking the doore with anything he could but his dad didnt ever come down. which was good for braxton.
the fallowing day his mom and dad were working over time so he had more time to look for his guitar he looked everywhere except his parents room he new it was there he walked in turned on the lights and saw his guitar barely sticking out of the trash can. he quickly hobbled over and grabbed it. the he looked out of the window and saw his mom and dad coming down the road he ran as fast as his sore legs would let him go he made it by the time the came in the house he hide his guitar where he only knew where it was.

you can guess how the summer went for him sneaking food in his room when his parents were at work. his arms and legs healed from him flying lesson. and his parents kinda forgot about him which was good on his case.

but when it was time for school his grand parents showed up the same day every year to take him school shopping and stuff. his dad called for him to come up stairs. they went school shopping yada yada yah ok skipped to 7th grade!

7th grade:

another year of being made fun of cause of his differences. since braxton is only 5'0 and hasnt grown since 5th grade he is one of the shorter people. compared to most of the guys in his school he was short. but the small taunthing turned into shoves in the halls which lead to being tripped in the lunch room which turned to getting beat up by a group of school bullies. untill one day the new kid blane came to town he was tall and lanky and wore skinny jeans and had jet black hair spiked up so he was different too.
and blane didnt take shit he would fight back he may be tall and lanky but he was strong and didnt take crap from anyone. after lunch one day braxton was walking back and out of no where the schools bigest jack ass punched him square in the face little did he no blane was right behind braxton braxton sent shooting backward right into blane he covered his head and acted like he was ready for another beating blane looked at the jack (the bulley man) and laughing so hard that tears where running down his face. blane clenched his fast a swung his fist right into stomach said "you mess with him one more time im gunna kick your a**" he walked over to braxton and said he wont mess with you again and if he does he wont see the light of tomarrow. braxton just smiled watched jack cringe in pain "so you got a name?" blane asked "b- b braxton." he said shyley. "hey what happen to your teeth?" he asked braxton started at him with a puzzled look he touched he front teeth and the were chipped he went in the bathroom to see what had happened to his teeth. blane just followed him. braxton looked in the mirror he front teeth had been chipped in a wierd way. blane said " you look like a vampier" braxton smiled at the thought. "vampier" he said. blane teased him about it but in a friend like way blane eventully just started calling him vampier boy.

again were gunna fast forward through time here cause my hands a cramping up.

this is him today his life now as a 16 years old.
he hasent been bullied as much cause of blane.
and hes in a band called the vampier wanna be's.
he lead guitarest and back up vocals.

but he now lives with he aunt and uncle.
heres the story on that one night his day found is guitar...
so braxton walks in the door his dad is holding the guitar.
dad "i found this in your room, braxton. i found it in the back room..but i put it in my closet" then his dad picks him up by the shirt with one hand and beats him with the other the whole time braxton is screaming his dad throws him on the ground and kicks his side and then picks him up braxton began to scream louder and louder and your proably wondering what his mom is she is yelling "get him get him!" then he throws him down the stairs.
suddenly there is a knock on the doore and braxton screams "HELP ME HELP ME!" and coughs up some blood. the neighbors burst the door open and hold i gun to the dad and call the police they rush braxton to the emergency room.
he ends up with a punctured lung, broken ribs a leg and wrist, and cracked his skull. he was in the hospital for months.blane came and saw him everyday. his parents both went to jail for a very very long time
so you think that there is a happily ever after? well your wrong! since his parents were going into jail and were never aloud to see him or speak to him braxton was sent to live with his dads, dad. your probably wondering about his nice grandparents well... they died, well they were "murdered" thats a story for later and his aunts and cousins lived to far away from his school and he refused to leave blane. so anyways.

after months in the hospital flowers and get well cards piled on he bed stool beside him, the nurse voice rang out " braxton oh i mean vampier boy your granparents are here" braxton smiled his shy smile. and stood up from his bed to tall people walked as he though to him self. "oh shit. my dads side of the family" he heard them fight about there sides of the family "your side of the family are a bunch of pussy's" his dad voice echoed in his head "at least my family gives a shit about that boy! with out them we would be screwed! braxton shook his head to wipe the visions away. his grand father voice rang out "lets go." ok the nurse began to say "braxton needs to take these pills once a day for a month to easy his pain on his lungs" she finished. "ya ya" his grandma said the nurse began to hand the pills to his grandpa but then handed them to braxton instead. the nurse gave him a smile and said good bye. braxton gave her a wave and a smile and walked away. feeling tears in the back of his throat he keeps walking. then he reconized a back camaro pull around to the front blane rolled down the window and gave him a puzzled look. braxton looked at blane and mouthed the words "help me" as tears rolled down his cheek then blane new exactly what was going on. braxton wiped away the tear and asked in a small voice "granpa can can i... i... have a friend come over or go over to a friends house?" he grandpa replyed "NO. we have too much to do." blane opend the car doore and ran over to his friend with bags full of his clothes "here you go. hey you gonna be alright?" blanes soft voiced asked vampier boy sniffed and answered "i dont know. it my dads side of the family" blane gave him a pat on the back and said "hang in there kid i will pick you up for school ok?" braxton nodded in agrement "how do you know where i live" he asked "the nurse gave me the address" blane said. "BOY!" his grandpa yelled lets go! "well cya tomarrow. i hope" he said with a gulp, braxton looked back at his friend as he got in the back seat of his grandpa's car. they drove on for a while 20 minutes passed the pulled into the drive way of his grandparents house. his grandpa grabbed vampier boy by the back of neck on pushed him forward braxton stumbled up the stairs on the porch. braxton looked around tightly gripped the bags. his grandpa swung a door open leading down a dark hallway braxton new what was next. he stuck his bags infront of him and he felt his granpa's firm strong hands shove him. landing on top of the bag he slid half way down the stairs and started tumbling the rest of the way, the door slammed shut. braxton stood up after laying down for a few second he opened the one door it lead to a dark cold chamber he felt around for a light switch he flipped it on the one light flicked on he looked around once again he was stuck in an old basement he gathered his bags and settled in. there was no bed no windows just boxes of old stuff. his grandpa came down to his room where braxton sit folding his clothes. his grandpa cracked his knuckels and walked over braxton covered his head and felt his body lift off the ground. the beating began punch after punch braxton was helpless he would do anything. he smacked against the wall and felt his grandpa's steal toed boots kick into his legs. a few kicks and his grandpa left and he began to sob softly. alone and shivering from the cold chilling his spine.

so you may have thought ok parents gone now everythings better? nope its taking a turn for the worst now. but some think how could he survive from all the beatings? is there ever gunna be a happily ever after?

please comment and tell me what you think :]