Well, here it is the sequel to a boy brushed red living black and white

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"Vlad, Vlad." The soothing voice kept calling his name, beckoning him. "Vlad, come here." He obeyed, drifting to the woman's open arms and hugging her tightly. Her gentle hands were smoothing down his ruffled raven locks, "where have been Vlad."

He offered the strange woman a quizzical look, "Right here Aunt Nelly." Again, he wrapped his arms around her tightly with a squeeze. When he felt the woman shaking in his grip, he pulled away to get a better look at the woman's face only to see that tears were leaking out the corner of hers.

"What's wrong Aunt Nelly?"

The woman continued to sob ignoring the boy below her as heaving sobs reverberated throughout her body. "why?"

"Why what?" Vlad asked, he patted her side trying to get her attention when suddenly he felt the woman being pulled away from him. A horrible gut-wrenching feeling lay in his stomach, as the woman got farther and farther way.

"Wait!" he called out for her, his arm extended. "Don't go, please don't!" Repeatedly he called her name but the woman only continued to sob into her hands till she was gone completely.

Now Vlad was alone in the dark void, only him. He couldn't remember anything; he didn't remember how he knew that the woman's name was Nelly. It just came to him, like an instinct. He wasn't aware that he was a vampire or even a male half-human. He was a thing a floating in this dark abyss forever…

Mia watched the boy twitch in his sleep. Watching the boys eyes move behind his eyes lids and his eyebrows scrunch up like he was in pain. A breathing mask was put over his mouth just in case the boy decided to pass over. Other tubs and needles were hooked up to his wrist feeding him blood so he wouldn't starve.

Every so often the boy's weak heart would accelerate, the heart monitor beeping wildly. Mia never understood how D'ablo got all this equipment but he had his ways, she was sure of it. To calm the boy, she reached out with gently fingers and long, crimson nails to stroke the boys cheeks. Immediately, the boy's tense expression relaxed. Smooth lines plastered his face and resume sleep.

Ever since the two vampires dug up the boy's grave then replaced it with dirt again, the boy has been in a coma. It's been three months now, and the only reaction they've been able to receive were these vivid dreams that boy kept having. His eyes were quiver and he would get this pain expression.

Mia was getting tired of watching him day in and day out with no change at all in the boy's behavior. She wanted to test him, like D'ablo said they would. She was elated when they brought him home, she hoped to play with him a little bit more. However, it's hard to control a puppet that's not even conscious itself.

With a sigh, she waited till the boy awakens.

"Hey Vlad" He spun around, eyes landing on a boy with brown hair and dark eyes. Henry? The boy nodded; let's play Race to Armgeddon 2. Without question Vlad obeyed, following the boy where ever he went. However, they just kept walking never getting anywhere in this dark abyss.

Vlad looked around before saying, "Are we there yet?"

Henry paused, standing erect and stiff slowly he turned and face Vlad. Blood dripped from his neck onto the collar of his shirt. "What happened?" Vlad gasped.

"You." Henry pointed.

"Me?" Vlad stood dumbfounded, with his mouth wide open. Then the boy too, faded into darkness. When he took a step back he noticed that his sneakers were covered in something sticky. He kneeled down on one knee, using his index finger he swiped it over the sticky mess and brought a droplet of it to his nose. He lick it and shivered. It was soo good.

Again, he dipped his finger in the lovely substance and began licking it greedily till he was on his hands and knees. Soon his palms and clothing was soaked with the stuff. He stopped when caught a reflection of himself. He saw a boy with a grim and cruel curved smile on his face; one fang protruding from his upper lip, a purple glint sparkled in his eyes. But the face wasn't the part that disturbed him, the bloody mess all over his face and cheeks.

He froze and looked at his trembling hands backing away from the horrible mess. He knew what happened to those people now; he did horrible things to them. Caused such a pain and misery unintentionally, but still didn't know who they were. What relation did he have with them?

A dark, throaty chuckle, "you know boy," it laughed. He turned and twisted looking around for the voice when it called out again. "You know who they are. Now remember!"

The boy's eyes snapped open, then his body began thrashing around frantically in the bed. The monitors were flailing wildly, till Mia whipped out syringe pressed into his elbow sedating the boy.

She smiled, phase one was complete.

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Its' been over year since the boy's death. Otis has yet to return to Bathory, he sees no point now. Occasionally he would send Nelly a letter of status. But with each letter it felt more like a list of feelings and outings, then a letter when Otis wrote to her. He felt regret, like he was being too distance with the woman. However, the pain was unrelenting for the old vampire. It was like every time he thought of the boy, the pain came just as worse than before.

He was with Vikas in Siberia far away from any of the Elysia council. Even with D'ablo gone others still were after his arrest. Not that it bothered him, it should be the least of his worries and frustration but it wasn't. Every time he fed, he got the image of his nephew; scared, helpless and alone. He rarely drank and it showed. His stomach frail and thin, skin over cheekbones prominent and tight with sunken eyes into his skull, he did not look well.

Then, the days were worst. When he would sleep, the nightmares would come but they weren't bloodied and malevolent. No, it involved his nephew all alone in a dark place, being tortured over and over again, and used against his will. His huddled form would look up from the ground, and Otis could see the tears filling up in those big round eyes. Asking him 'why' followed by a 'don't go', and the dream would fade.

Otis would wake up gasping for air, soaked in sweat. With lack of sleep and food, his body and mind was getting weak. Even Vikas feared that his strength wouldn't be enough to protect him. And so he encouraged the vampire to keep his strength up, eat what he could and offered drug to aid his sleeping disorder.

However the old vampire wanted no help whatsoever. He grunted, "That's all right, Vikas", his voice grim and monotony. "I do not require such help." He would wave off his old friend and vanish into the shadows, returning in a much worse state than Vikas remembered. He needed help, Vikas knew that. Ever since the death of nephew Otis seemed to fair worse then he imagined. But, Vikas was running out of options. He didn't know who he could turn to.

Then, a thought struck him. He wondered how that human female was doing. How was she enduring this agonizing year without her son? Not any better than Otis himself, Vikas went to a phone and made a call.

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He slung the backup over his right shoulder staring off into space for second before slamming his locker shut. His un-cut blond was running into his, he shook his head and brushed his bangs to the side. However, they just flung right back into his face, he sighed. Passing the goth group without so much as glance. He felt their eyes on them, their pity eyes. He hated that.

Even after a year they couldn't let it go. The death of…well you know. Why did they have to hold on to the dark and depressing memoires, why do they hold on to it and instead of letting it go like he did? Like Henry McMillan did, he let it go, sure he grieved but that was long time ago now he was trying to move on.

He balled up his fists and paused in mid-step. Gritting his teeth, he swung around and yelled, "would you quit staring!" Sprat was the first to avert his eyes, looking at the ceiling. October looked away sadly, her lip puckering. Andrew merely raised an eyebrow while Kristoff just took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Henry's chest was heaving, his eyes looking from behind blond locks furiously. His teeth bared like some wolf, his legs planted firmly on the ground, when a hand descended on his shoulder. When Henry turned, he relaxed his shoulders slumping and he stalked off with Joss after him.

On request, Henry's parent's asked Joss to stay this year with them. Help with Henry's loss, however Joss hasn't done much but be withdrawn himself. Although, Joss hasn't said much he's noticed the physical changes in cousin. Besides his shaggy hair, whiskers were beginning to sprout from the stubble of his chin which Henry seem to leave un-cared for. His clothes were bagging and he rarely engaged in any physical activities.

But who could blame him. He lost his best friend because of he couldn't help him the fight the darkness. No one can, he tried to tell Henry that but he would just yell like he did to those goth kids. Nothing Joss said or did made it better so he gave up.

As he followed close on the heels of Henry he caught a flash of brown hair. Meredith dragged her feet as she passed him, her gaze on her books. Similar physical appearances took their toll on Meredith as well. Her hair a mess, usually tied in a ratty and messy ponytail, skin as pale as…him, and her body thinner that most girls. She was only focused on her school now, she tried getting back into her normal cliques but it wasn't the same.

Joss was surprised that the girl did not move, however she has her reasons. He was sure, just like he had it. Rumors were spreading that this might be her last year here, but that might be just a rumor. Joss made a quick wave, but Meredith barely shifted her eyes from the floor. He frowned, calling out, "hey". Even that didn't get her attention; he needed to talk to her as well. He's been so focused on Henry that he's forgotten who was hurting the most.

By the time Joss looked up for Henry he was already gone. Joss swore under his breath. When that kid was mad, he would sprint like no other. By the time Joss reached him, Henry was already in class sitting down at the back of the class with a book in his hands. Which was unusual for Henry, he never read a text book much less read at all.

As Joss sat next to him he stared long and hard at the blond. "Henry McMillan. Actually reading, "he said in feigning astonishment. Henry barely offered him a glance, with a playful punch Joss said, "I'm just kidding cuz, you need to relax-".

He slammed the book down, "relax! I'm relaxed! Just leave me the god damn alone!"

Joss merely blinked unbothered by the outburst. Some students were offering them stares. "It's not your fault, so you shouldn't be punishing yourself. It happened over a year ago, Henry. Let it go". Joss whispered.

Henry only glared at him. He did let it go. It's those damn goth kids that won't let it go. He's forgotten about the whole thing. Joss is just being ridiculous; the memory is already gone, forgotten. He's let it go, hasn't he? Did he?

With his grim face set, he gently placed the book to the side. "I have let it go. I have." He said it as if to prove it to himself.

Joss only nodded, looking forward at the board but not actually seeing it. Class was starting, bell rung about five minutes ago. The teacher was discussing about this year's expectations and goal, but Joss just blotted it out. Too busy on focusing on how to deal with this whole thing, before Henry did something really crazy.

Now the teacher was introducing a new student, but who cares another sucker stuck here in Bathory High. Joss shifted his eyes to Henry, whose face was buried behind long hair. He was fiddling with his pencil turning it, rotating it quickly. Then, he set it on the desk and began drumming his fingers obnoxiously. He rolled his eyes; he was acting like a drug addict with Vl-, Joss stopped himself. Even the name brought sadness to his heart, he didn't like his feeling taking control of him.

Anyway, ever since his death it was like he was his drug now that he's gone it's like he' s going through withdrawal. It bothered Joss greatly. Maybe he should try to get Henry back into the old sports again, run for student council. Anything was better than this Henry.

The new student was walking down the aisle looking for a seat while teacher was writing on the board. Joss slouched in his chair; he hated school missing his job more and more each day. At least it took away the painful remainder of loss. The kid chooses a spot in front of Henry. Joss looked at the new kid for a moment before shrugging, deciding whether friend or foe. It took a second and he registered it as a friend.

With a sigh, he leaned to the side whispering to Henry, "Hey, maybe after school we could see if there are any baseball tryouts." Joss waited for response, when he didn't get one he frowned looking over at the boy when he noticed his eyes were fixed on the boy in front of him. Joss followed his gaze, trying to see what he saw but got nothing. Joss looked back at Henry, and raised an eyebrow. Seeing a new light in the boy's eyes, he seemed to be sitting up straight, and small smile was creeping at the corner of his lips.

Joss repeated himself, "hey, Henry did you-"

"shh" Henry held up a hand, and reached up and tapped the kid in front of him. Joss sighed, fine if Henry wanted to ignore him that was fine for now but later he would get that boy into some activities.

"Hey," The kid in front of Henry jumped with a start and turned around.

"Yeah", his voice was just a whisper; long raven locks covered one side of his face and cascaded to this shoulder with chocolate brown eyes.

"You're new?"

The boy nodded.

"Wanna hang?" Henry asked enthusiastically, "Could show you around this place."

The kid shrugged, "okay," then turned as the teacher began lecturing.

Joss's mouth was wide open. What just happened? Henry just shifted from a dark hole to a bright solar flare. One minute he's withdrawn and the next alive. This kid…he narrows his eyes at him whatever affect he has on Henry, he didn't like it.

He was beginning to think that this person will be classified as a neutral, rather than a friend. He would keep his eyes on him and Henry. As Joss stared at the boy, he tried once more to figure him out. He didn't detect anything from him, no trace of evil, magic, nothing. It was like he was totally human; once more his eyes shifted to Henry. His smile getting wider, who or what is this boy? A replacement?

Throughout the duration of the class he kept his eyes on the new boy, wondering the how this turn out for the both of them.

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What do you guys think? you like? This will get better I promise. So excited to be writing this story again, as always pretty please review ^,^

Vlad: More torture?

Me: *gasp* missed you Vladdie, and yes more toture

Vlad: Great

Me: it is, please review