The young vampire was alone in the forest, his head throbbing from the yells of his father. His sat with his back against the tree and rubbed his temples, a soft groan escaping his lips. He was sick of getting abused like that. His father had no right to. It wasn't his fault the car flipped and his mother died instantly. It wasn't his fault that he should have died but was transformed. It wasn't his fault that his father turned alcoholic and survived the best from the crash. Sometimes, he just couldn't understand it.
He opened his gentle brown eyes, the near golden orbs searching the area which was tick with fog. He had a high suspicion that someone was near, though he pushed the thought aside. He groaned again as his head gave another hard thump against his temples. "Fuck life sometimes.." he muttered gently