Chapter 03: Coming clean and Family (P3)

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From here on, the actual story starts!!! Do enjoy it! Please write Reviews, comments, and send power stones my way!

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[Date: More or less a decade of misery later, In the year 1919]

[Location: The Gray Clinic—Not in Chicago]

[POV: Gabriel Gray]

*Sigh*

"What in the name of the one that threw me into this World is wrong with reality?": I say after reading the newspaper.

The last few years were a nightmare, and only I am aware that it will get even worse, before it gets even truly awful.

World War 1 plagued and destroyed half of the world, and the only reason because there are too many vampires there fighting constantly for their interests.

"That is one strange way to describe god.": Carlisle says while looking up from his desk.

"It is what it is, Carlisle!": I reply, a bit snappy.

"Are the news so bad?": a young man's voice comes from somewhere inside the clinic. This young man is my 'Nephew' Edward, a certified edge-lord that was birthed out of an unholy relationship between his two completely normal parents.

"Actually, the news are quite positive this week compared to the last few weeks, but your uncle just loves to be gloomy.": Carlisle the ever humours strikes again with his over 400-year-old sense of humour.

"So the Icicle is his usual self.": Edward says before focusing back on whatever he was doing before being a little prick.

"Carlisle, can you tell me again why you thought it was a good idea to turn a teenager into a one of us?": I ask, unnerved.

*Sigh*

"Can you behave like an adult for once and not fight with him? He is just a kid, and he has not yet warmed up to either of us.": Carlisle says while smiling at me like an adult chiding a kid.

'What the actual fuck?! He is an arsehole that just throws snide remarks all day, messes up the simplest of tasks, and is a manipulative little shit!': I curse in my mind, at least he can't breach my [Mind shields], and enter into the sanctuary of mind.

Carlisle enjoys having the little shit around, for reasons yet unknown to my humble self, but this is a mystery I shall solve in the future.

"Hey, I am not 'fighting', it is beneath me to fight with a kid. I am just asking educated questions, that may or may not manage to piss off the little shit stain that is your 'son'!": I whisper by the end.

"Did the mad scientist call me 'little shit' again?": comes the little shits voice, this time much closer.

"I wouldn't call you that if you didn't behave like one! You mind-rapist!": I throw back.

"Oh, so just because I am not a calculating, cold Icicle like yourself, it is okay to call me a little shit? Also, I cannot control my Power, it is just the way it is.": Edward asks with a smirk, and defends himself with a frown.

"Edward, I assume the main reason he calls you that has very little to do with him being an 'calculating Icicle', he has been like that since, well, always. He is just pissed off, that you keep on winning while we play poker!": Carlisle gives his two bits.

*Sigh*

Two years ago, life was great, I could hunt, I could enjoy conversations with Carlisle, and we had no teenager to worry about, but then Carlisle could not keep it in.

He had to go and embrace this edgy edge lord named Edward, and adopt him as his son.

I don't like him, not even one bit! He is useful sure, merely he is annoying, always whining about his headache, about how he misses his parents, or some other shit!

For god's sake, my dad killed my mother, sold me off, and the last time I saw him he held an evil monologue about life, at least the little shit had his parents and they were nice people.

Also, allow me to explain the way this imbecile uses his immortality, and the gift that came along with it!

He bathed in self loathing for a few months, comes out of it, only to not be able to control his thirst, and ends up killing a few people.

As a result, 'We' are forced to bail and move to another city, he again falls to self loathing about quote 'his miserable existence' for a few more months.

Then he comes to realize that he can actually 'mind rape' people, and the sick little shit enjoys doing that for the next few months.

Most vampire's special powers lie dormant for a few years before they awaken, but there are the occasional one's that have them from the get go.

Well, moving forward he reads Carlisle's mind, like all the fucking time, and out of some sick need for acceptance, he says whatever the fuck he knows Carlisle would love to hear.

Anyway, a few days after learning he can mind rape people, he realizes that he cannot pull off the same shit show with myself, so he gets pissed off at me.

We fight, and I beat him up because, well, because I can! Ain't no little shit giving me attitude for something that is clearly his problem, end of the story, he steered clear from me, but his tongue lashing is ever present since then.

The little shit stain should grow up, he is behaving like one of those 'modern' Feminists that go around shouting 'KILL ALL MEN!!!', all day long just because they're jealous they don't have a dick of their own.

I had access to the internet and Reddit, I know that this is one major part of why they hate on men, otherwise there would not be so much strap-on porn around, they want to be men themselves.

Same shit with this edgy teenager, you want me to treat you like a man, then behave like one!

Later, I finally managed to copy his ability and read minds, and this is when I realised he is just an idiot on top of being a very edgy crybaby, his ability is Telepathy.

Meaning, he can do whatever the fatso that imprisoned me inside my own mind can do, but he just focuses on listening in to what people think about because of his own insecurities.

'Like, come on, you can read minds but cannot project your owns, or shield your mind.': were my first thoughts when I realised what his power actually is.

On a personal note though, he is not evil or cunning, he just has some serious attachment issues paired up with self-doubt, and he doesn't know what privacy means, or that to everyone their thoughts are their holy sanctuary.

"Carlisle, my brother, I would not ever be pissed about losing a game. I would be pissed though if two people gang up on me. Like a certain father-son-duo is doing every time we're playing a game. I know my luck is a bit problematic in games, but what you two are doing is outright unfair!": I shout out before getting aware that I may indeed be a bit triggered by last evening's loss.

"Oh, I absolutely believe you, uncle, that you are not someone to get annoyed by losing a little bit of money.": Edward said way too smugly.

"That's it. You need just earned yourself extra training, my dear nephew.": I reply equally smugly.

The little shit is 100 years too young to play mind games with me!

"End no Jutsu!!!" — Author

Same amount of word as usual, just not enough time to splinter it up into 5 parts.

Please, do excuse my tardiness and cut me some slack.