Hells Whisper

Sissy slept soundly, slightly snoring next to Aaron and he was completely aware he wasn't alone in the bed. She was warm and smaller than he was which really made him feel like a giant when he didn't want to be. Her black hair spilled over her middle back and shoulder as she sighed in her sleep and rolled over to face him. This close, he was completely able to see the pink flush to her cheeks and natural rose color to her lips. The face she slept with wasn't the usual sneer she held when she was in class or confronted by other girls. That face was normal. This face... the sleeping one, made Aaron feel a little uneasy. It was like she almost had a heart of some kind underneath the blackness that was her usual persona. But then again, Aaron was always a quick person to judge a person. Sighing he turned his head away from her and lifted up his right hand and looked at the wrist bracelet that he had on. It was a solid gold chain, that dangled off his wrist by just an inch and held a locket on it. It was a small locket, but it opened to reveal a man and woman; she sitting in a chair, her long brown hair coiled to the top of her head. She was wearing a deep red dress and had on a silver pendant around her neck. The man in the picture stood close behind her, his crimson red hair was cut in a professional style and wore a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. Red was a common color for the Redbloods. It showed their social status as Purebloods and they held it with class. His mother was named Olivia and his father was Lance.

He remembered the day of the fire. It was a good day, nice blue sky and being less than ten, Aaron and his brothers were able to run around in the sun. His mother and father wore black, shrouding their skin with the darkest color to withstand the UV rays of the sun to watch them play. Aaron had his little army men and he was playing in the sand when Fang was running from Taylor when he tripped over Aaron and fell hard on the ground his mouth landing on the outside of the sand box knocking out his right fang. He screamed bloody murder clutching his mouth, blood draining out of his mouth in waves. He cried and cried while their parents called for their servants to bring him to them. They went inside and deep under the mansion and their mother tended to Fang. She had called him by a name that started with 'A' but they couldn't remember it. Not even Aaron could remember it. After a while, they were able to eat dinner, Fang was able to nibble on some meat and drank the majority of his food that night. Seven o'clock rolled by and his parents put the four of them to bed in the really large room they had. They all shared a room; it was cluttered with a lot of toys and pillows. Aaron had been sleeping when he woke up, his instincts flaring up. Something was wrong and he needed to figure out what it was. He snuck out of his locked room and walked down to the kitchen where he saw a maid at the stove. She smiled and ushered him into the living room and told him to hush. He did as she asked and went back in about five seconds after she'd left and saw her dousing the floors and the counters, table and storage closets with a fluid. She looked at him once more and then flicked a match lighting the floor next to her and she went up in flames. Aaron screamed and ran as the kitchen was engulfed in flames and he ran up to his mother and father's room, shaking them awake by screaming. He was hysterical and the two servants crowded into the master bedroom. 

"Grab the children!" his mother barked as his father ran out of the room to see what was going on. The two servants nodded and one grabbed Aaron while they headed towards the children's room. Fang, Luke, and Taylor were huddled inside the large walk-in closet holding each other when they came in to get them. The female grabbed Fang and Taylor by the hand and scurried out of the room while the male threw Luke over his shoulder and followed. While the two of them left with the children, they could hear the screams and cries of the other servants and animals. The stable was on fire as well. Everything was up in flames, and Aaron realized after they were left in the back yard that he'd left his favorite blanket inside. He couldn't let it burn, it was good luck! He scurried over to the ladder that was outside of his room and climbed up to the third floor smashing in the window and grabbed his large blanket that was about to be engulfed. He tried to go out the way he came in but it had already been swallowed by the liquid heat that was now very terrifying. He looked around as his room burned, toys melted the beds popped as flamed heated puffs shot off the bed. He screamed in agony as his cover had been hit and was now on fire. He coughed and coughed as the smoke filled his lungs. He screamed again trying to get to the door but collapsed as he was walking, there was no energy in his legs thanks to his effort on trying to breathe. Someone had called his name, called it loudly in fact. He coughed his answer and then blacked out. When he awoke, he was on the ground outside, his brothers around him crying as something heavy and charred lay on his body. His father was dead on him, he'd burnt to death and he still managed to get his son out of the house.

Coming back to the present, Aaron realized that his face was wet. He had been crying and he didn't even know he had started. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a breath and tried to forget the horrid memory but the smell, the sound and the fear all came back at once and he had to sit up, hunching over his own knees and cry silently. Every now and then he'd make a sound, trying not to disturb the girl in the bed next to him, but he became too loud and decided to exit to the bathroom in the room cutting on the water and began to cry. He'd missed his father and mother, loved them in fact and he was the only one of the brothers who remembered them. He cried even harder, oh god why did he remember such things?

He was so centered in the water he didn't notice the door to the bathroom open slightly. When he looked into the mirror he saw Sissy standing in the doorway, her green eyes showing. She looked like she had alot to say but he really didn't want to hear it, so he turned his blue eyes away as he began to wash his face.

"Whatever it is, you need to let it out." She whispered.

"You don't know anything." Aaron hissed defensively. He really didn't need her to now what he'd been thinking about. It was rather disturbing. He went back to washing his face when he felt a small hand in the middle of his back. He looked into the mirror and saw Sissy close to him again. 

"What's wrong?" she whispered. He didn't want to answer he. Not really. She was a priss.... someone who didn't understand his pain, but still he found himself clutching to some hope she really cared about him and his feelings. As short lived as that was, but he turned to her and pulled her into a hug. A rather long hug. He didn't want to loose his brothers. He didn't. Not like the way he'd lost his family.

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Authors Note

Okay so I'm drunk and tired so I'll continue this later... NIGHT!