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Chapter One"

He feared his father for as long as he could recall. Even as he grew older the fear never did subside, it just shifted, morphed even. It was still part fear but more then that, it was his will to live. It willed him to make sure he did everything in his power to protect his little brother and his mother from the monster living in his home.

Even though Damian had only turned two, he knew a lot of things that wouldn’t really accrued to other toddlers. That was that to no matter what you want or think you want, nothing was worth getting Father angry. This was one lesson, like many, that one had to learn the hard way. A miss judge in timing that caused his father to witness the act was rewarded in a spanking or slapping, depending on the crime.

The toddler was waddling over to where the cookie tray lay on the oven top, marking the air with it’s sweet aroma. Of course Damian could not resist, even though he knew he was suppose to wait. The chair was still there from when Damian had watched his mother cook the treat and once Damian was able to get on top of the chair there was nothing in-between the cookies and him. Reaching out a chubby hand, he reached over as far as his arm could reach. From the angle the little boy was on and he miss judged the move. Instead of a cookie full of gooey chocolate, he got a handful of hot metal. Screaming he tumbled forward onto the floor and right in front of Vladimir Von Helson. Tears released from their chamber and down his cheeks, all Damian could focus on was how mad his father was and how bad he was going to be punished. He felted his arm being tugged upwards, and his body followed. Now standing, Damian was finally able to look up into the glowing red eyes of his father.

Damian turned groggily over to his other side, not opening his eyes. His stomach was turning and head throbbing was a reminder of the night before. What he was, no matter how much he tried to dismiss it. Cursing softly, Damian stretched and opened his eyes to revel the bedroom of his simple home. Rufus stirred slightly after the shift of the bed but made no effort to wake up.

“Stupid injections.” Damian muttered to himself as he eased up slowly. Not slow enough to avoid the head rush causing him to fall loudly with a thud. Rufus hissed angrily, hair standing on its ends until he saw Damian sprawled on the floor.

“Head rush?” The cat purred jumping over beside the man.

“Ya.”

“You should of waited. Don’t you know better or do we have to go through this every month?” The cat informed him.

“Ya, ya.” Damian stuck out an arm and pushed Rufus until the cat was sliding across the wooden floor. Okay, one more time. Slower this time. It worked, he was able to stand steady enough for him to relies the spell had passed for the moment. He reached the bathroom only to relies he had run out of painkillers and would have to go to the store to get more. Great. All I need is to go out like this. Indeed “like this” was one way of putting his post treatment state. His skin was slightly paled and eyes a tint darker then his usual shade. Wandering back into his room he changed into some clothes with much effort and wandered out the door in search of some pain killers.