Silver
I come baring another story! We had to write about a myth or a fairy tale this time. So, I decided to write about my dear Reggie! Again, this is based off one of my role plays and one of the my favorite characters that I've played. But unlike the first one, this one wasn't changed as much. Except, the original never had a ring and dialogue had been enhanced, since this was based on something role-played about three years ago now. Word count is 2,648.
Plot: SILVERBLOODS!! \o/ oh, you'll understand when you read, if you don't know what they are already Regulus just now learns what he is and he isn't a big fan of it all. There's also a "flashback" to when he was 8 months old. Funtimes.
OK, I'll stop, so you can read...
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Carter Blackwood had practically jumped out of his seat as the baby’s cries filled the house. He rushed down the hall, his blue eyes turning to gold as he entered the nursery, closely followed by the baby’s mother, Caley Wolfshund, who wasn’t aware of Carter’s change.
“Shh,” Carter hushed as he pulled the baby from the crib. “It’s ok, Baby, don’t cry.” The baby’s cries lessened as he looked up at the man he’d only known a month. He was different; his eyes weren’t the same. The crying started up again, louder this time as he twisted himself in the man’s arms.
“He needs something, give him here,” came Caley’s voice as she stepped closer to Carter to take her distressed son. She knew he didn’t well when the baby was this upset.
Carter had turned his back on her, tightening his hold on the squirming child as an attempt to not drop him. “No, I got it.” He started bouncing the baby, trying to calm him, but the baby’s cries only got louder.
Any normal person would step back and let the man have his father moment, he had missed the first seven months of his son’s life after all. Caley had known better than that when she realized this wasn’t her favorite side of Carter. She rushed forward and swiped her son from the man’s arms, holding him close to her chest as he cried and clung to her shirt. “Shh,” she soothed.
Carter growled as he turned to face Caley, his golden eyes shone brighter as the sunlight through the window hit them. “He’s my child too!”
“To hell if he is!” she spat, turning towards the door and left the room, holding her weeping son close. She needed to get him somewhere safe, at least until this part of Carter was gone. She had only gotten as far as the sitting room when she heard a growl from behind her; the baby’s cries were loud once again. “Piss off! You’re scaring him,” she sneered warningly over her shoulder.
“No.”
Caley set the child on the couch, who’s wails only got louder in protest and tried to get himself closer to his mother, who had blocked his path by surrounded him in pillows so he wouldn’t fall off. She then turned and stood protectively in front of him, facing Carter. “You will not touch him.”
He only gave an amused laugh. “And you think I’m going to listen to you?”
“You better!”
“Or what?”
Caley’s jaw clenched, looking at the man before her with danger in her eyes. “Don’t mess with me,” she hissed. “I won’t let you near him!” There was then silence between them as they had a glaring match. All that could be heard were the whimpers of the baby from the couch.
Carter had made the first move, stepping closer to the couch and the baby, but Caley blocked his path. “You don’t listen well, do you?” Carter only stared piercingly with his golden eyes, saying nothing in response.
“Move!” he finally growled.
“No!”
“Now!”
“No,” she repeated. “For the last time, I won’t let you near him!”
“Too bad.” Carter shoved past her, knocking her to the floor. The baby moved forward, leaning against the pillow in front of him in an attempt to see his mother, a ring on a silver chain became visible as it dangled from around his neck. The baby’s attention had gone back to Carter as he enter his line of vision once more in his attempt to pick him up, the cries started up again, louder in protest. “That’s enough, Regulus! Come see your father,” the man scolded.
Caley threw a glare up at the man. “You are not his father!”
The baby had flung himself back into the couch in an attempt to get away from the man’s hands; the ring swung forward and the chain caught Carter’s hand. He let out a cry of pain, yanking his hand to his chest before looking down to inspect the burn. He glared at the necklace. “Why is he wearing that?” he demanded. Silver. How could she put silver on his child?
Caley pushed herself to her feet once more; a light smirk crept onto her face before she got serious once again. “It’s his necklace, why wouldn’t he wear it?” she asked calmly, as if she didn’t know what the big deal was. She hoped to distract him from her son; he could take his anger out on her, instead of her baby.
“It’s silver!”
“Is it?”
Carter let out an annoyed growl. “Don’t play dumb with me! You know damn well what you put around my son’s neck.” He turned to face the baby again, eyes on his necklace. It had to go. His son won’t be seen wearing silver; much less a ring that he thought had been tossed out. He reached out towards the ring and as if there was a button being pressed whenever his hands got within inches of the baby, crying had once again filled the house. “Silence, boy, Daddy’s just going to get rid of the disgusting thing around your neck.”
In a desperate attempt to protect her son and the ring, Caley tackled the man to the ground. It was then when Carter’s eyes had turned back to blue, letting out a groan as he lay there. Caley had not been aware of the change as she continued to hold him down; she wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Don’t you think you should stop Regulus from crying, instead of playing some game of cops and robbers that I don’t remember agreeing to?” came Carter’s voice through the baby’s continuous sobs.
Caley’s cheeks went red, knowing now that it was safe. “S-sorry.” She moved to let him up, getting to her feet and moved towards her son. Once again, she pulled him into her arms. “Quiet now, My Sweet, stop your crying, you’re fine now.” The crying eventually came to a stop, leaving hiccups in its place. Caley only held her baby close, trying her best to keep it together. That had been too close.
- - -
The boy tapped his pencil impatiently against his desk, letting out a sigh as he only half listened to the teacher ramble on in the front of the classroom about something educational. The rest of his classmates were scribbling feverishly into their notebooks, trying to catch every word coming from the teacher’s mouth. All he could think about was food; any growing fifteen-year-old boy would when they over slept that morning and only managed to grab a half eaten bagel for breakfast before rushing out the door to get to school on time and was now suffering a growling stomach that he swears sounds like he had eaten a bear at some point. That’s when the burning started. The boy hissed quietly as his hand automatically moved to his chest, which had only made the burning hurt more. His hand shot into the air, which silenced the teacher.
“Yes, Regulus?”
“May I use the restroom?”
The teacher gave a simple nod, reaching behind him to retrieve the hall pass. Regulus shot up from his seat and moved between the desks towards the front of the class. He swiped the hall pass from the teacher, thanking him quickly before leaving the room. He rushed down the corridor towards the nearest restroom, trying his best not to run into anything along the way. It felt like the burning was getting worse.
Finally, he burst through the door of the restrooms and ripped off his shirt. Around his neck was a ring he’s worn since as far back as he could remember, but never once had it burnt him like this. He moved to the mirror before he reached for the chain and yanked it off his neck. He gasped at the pain, the chain falling from his hand. He looked down at it, now red from a burn, which had matched the puffy red marks where the chain had touched his skin around his neck. He stared at it in the mirror, before gently running his finger over the marks. First it was the voices and the headaches, now this? What was happening to him?
“Mum!” came his panicked voice as he burst through the front door. He dropped his backpack on the ground and headed first to the kitchen, which should be the last place to go looking for his mother that couldn’t cook. “Mum!”
Caley looked up from her book as she heard her son’s distressed voice. She got to her feet just as the boy rushed into the room. ”Regulus? What’s the matter?” The boy didn’t speak, just pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the burns on his chest. He looked down at it, then at his mother who had been staring in shock at his chest. “Oh Reggie, what did you do to yourself?”
“Nothing!” His voice squeaked, before carefully pulled the ring from his pocket doing his best not to touch the chain. “It burnt me! It never burnt me before…”
Caley frowned as she took it from him. She stared at it, then at the marks on her son. She had forgotten about the silver chain. “That’s not a good sign,” she said after a moment, looking from the ring to her son once more.
Regulus’s eyes grew big. “Why? What’s happening to me?”
Caley let out a soft sigh, looking her son over. She had been hoping she wouldn’t have this talk with her son. “You have your father’s blood.”
She had to be joking; he couldn’t have his father’s blood! There was no way. Regulus shook his head. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking, Regulus. You reacted to the silver.”
He glanced down at his chest, then at his hand. “I don’t want to be like Dad,” he pouted, glancing back up at his mother. “I don’t want to be a monster.”
Caley slipped the ring into her pocket, looking her son over and shook her head. “You’ll never be a monster, Reggie,” she told him gently.
“Yes I will!” He protested frantically. “Dad’s one, and if I have his blood, that makes me one too!”
Caley said nothing more on the topic. “Come, let’s clean up those burns,” she told her son, guiding him out of the sitting room and towards a bathroom.
“I don’t even know anything about Silverbloods, except that Dad is one,” he continued as they moved through the house.
“Well,” Caley began, moving the toilet seat down and motioning to her son to take a seat. “It’s the rare mix between a werewolf and a vampire.” She pulled some aloe from the cabinet and knelt down in front of the boy. “Let me see your hand.”
He put out his burnt hand; that had to explain why the silver burnt him like it did. Werewolves are allergic to silver. Which means, he assumed, that he was allergic too now. But mixing a werewolf and a vampire didn’t make sense to him. He glanced back up at his mother. “How does that work? Vampires and werewolves don’t get along.”
“Which is why they’re rare. Many years ago, Silverbloods were killed the instant they were born for being an abomination,” she explained, carefully massaging the aloe over the burn.
“So, how did Dad survive? If he’s a Silverblood, wouldn’t they have killed him?” Though, Regulus had been a bit relieved that it didn’t come to that, it’d mean he wouldn’t be here right now, but it’d also mean he wouldn’t have to worry about becoming a monster.
“His parents had hid him, before they were killed,” Caley had answered simply, looking up at his chest, she put more aloe on her hands and leaned forward to rub it on the burn on his chest.
Regulus just gave a silent nod, still thinking it was crazy for a vampire and a werewolf to go through all that trouble when they weren’t even suppose to get along. Maybe that was way his father was so odd. “So, what? I’m going to turn full monster on a full moon and attack people for their blood?” He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. Maybe he should be locked up forever. What if he turned someone? He’d never want to put someone else through his torture.
Caley looked up at her son. “No, none of that. What will happen though, is you’ll change when you overcome a strong emotion, such as anger or lust.”
That didn’t sound like any vampire or werewolf thing he’s ever heard of. “So instead of drinking blood and getting hairy on a full moon, I’ll just be the freak with major anger management problems?” He’d never be able to have sex without becoming this; so much for the possibility of having a family in the future.
Caley frowned as she closed the aloe bottle before she rose to her feet, placing the aloe back into its place in the cabinet. “I have something that should help,” she stated, kneeling down in front of her son once more. She gently brushed a hand across his face, looking between his eyes. “You’ll never be a monster, Reggie. Ever. Please remember that.” The boy hadn’t spoke back, and after a moment he nodded. Caley smiled at him, getting to her feet once more. “Now, what do you say to one of those orange melts you like so much?”
Regulus smiled, getting up from his spot. He followed his mother out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. “Mum?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Would I be able to get my necklace back? I feel naked.”
Caley smiled and nodded. “I’ll find you a new chain.”
Regulus tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep. Not only did he have yet another headache, but all he could hear was that other voice: Monster. That’s what everyone will see when they find out your secret, Reggie. A monster. But worry not, you’ll get used to it. You’ll accept what you are and enjoy it. One day.
He sat up, looking through the dark before closing his eyes, massaging at his head lightly. “Go away,” he had whispered aloud to himself. There was silence once more and the boy decided to take that chance to take something for the headache. It might not make the voice go away, but maybe he’ll get some sleep.
He moved blindly through his dark bedroom towards his bathroom and flicked on the light. His eyes squinted as the bright light momentarily blinded him. Blinked a couple times, he opened the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out the bottle of aspirin. He opened it, took the recommended dose and popped it into his mouth, getting himself water to swallow it down with. He put it all back before closing the mirror and looked at himself. His necklace was around his neck once more, the ring now strung on a leather-look cord. He had been trying to ignore the pain as the necklace moved across his burns, but he couldn’t go a day without wearing the necklace.
He glanced down, turning on the water and splashed some water into his face, then reached for the towel to dry his face. He then looked into the mirror once again. The reflection staring back was different the second time. His eyes, including the whites of them, had been taken over by black. He snapped his eyes closed, in hopes he was seeing things, but they were still the same when he opened them again. Desperate, he punched the reflection in mirror, letting the shattered pieces fall to the ground. “I’m not a monster,” he growled out, his fist now shimmered with the scarlet red color of blood.
Plot: SILVERBLOODS!! \o/ oh, you'll understand when you read, if you don't know what they are already Regulus just now learns what he is and he isn't a big fan of it all. There's also a "flashback" to when he was 8 months old. Funtimes.
OK, I'll stop, so you can read...
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Carter Blackwood had practically jumped out of his seat as the baby’s cries filled the house. He rushed down the hall, his blue eyes turning to gold as he entered the nursery, closely followed by the baby’s mother, Caley Wolfshund, who wasn’t aware of Carter’s change.
“Shh,” Carter hushed as he pulled the baby from the crib. “It’s ok, Baby, don’t cry.” The baby’s cries lessened as he looked up at the man he’d only known a month. He was different; his eyes weren’t the same. The crying started up again, louder this time as he twisted himself in the man’s arms.
“He needs something, give him here,” came Caley’s voice as she stepped closer to Carter to take her distressed son. She knew he didn’t well when the baby was this upset.
Carter had turned his back on her, tightening his hold on the squirming child as an attempt to not drop him. “No, I got it.” He started bouncing the baby, trying to calm him, but the baby’s cries only got louder.
Any normal person would step back and let the man have his father moment, he had missed the first seven months of his son’s life after all. Caley had known better than that when she realized this wasn’t her favorite side of Carter. She rushed forward and swiped her son from the man’s arms, holding him close to her chest as he cried and clung to her shirt. “Shh,” she soothed.
Carter growled as he turned to face Caley, his golden eyes shone brighter as the sunlight through the window hit them. “He’s my child too!”
“To hell if he is!” she spat, turning towards the door and left the room, holding her weeping son close. She needed to get him somewhere safe, at least until this part of Carter was gone. She had only gotten as far as the sitting room when she heard a growl from behind her; the baby’s cries were loud once again. “Piss off! You’re scaring him,” she sneered warningly over her shoulder.
“No.”
Caley set the child on the couch, who’s wails only got louder in protest and tried to get himself closer to his mother, who had blocked his path by surrounded him in pillows so he wouldn’t fall off. She then turned and stood protectively in front of him, facing Carter. “You will not touch him.”
He only gave an amused laugh. “And you think I’m going to listen to you?”
“You better!”
“Or what?”
Caley’s jaw clenched, looking at the man before her with danger in her eyes. “Don’t mess with me,” she hissed. “I won’t let you near him!” There was then silence between them as they had a glaring match. All that could be heard were the whimpers of the baby from the couch.
Carter had made the first move, stepping closer to the couch and the baby, but Caley blocked his path. “You don’t listen well, do you?” Carter only stared piercingly with his golden eyes, saying nothing in response.
“Move!” he finally growled.
“No!”
“Now!”
“No,” she repeated. “For the last time, I won’t let you near him!”
“Too bad.” Carter shoved past her, knocking her to the floor. The baby moved forward, leaning against the pillow in front of him in an attempt to see his mother, a ring on a silver chain became visible as it dangled from around his neck. The baby’s attention had gone back to Carter as he enter his line of vision once more in his attempt to pick him up, the cries started up again, louder in protest. “That’s enough, Regulus! Come see your father,” the man scolded.
Caley threw a glare up at the man. “You are not his father!”
The baby had flung himself back into the couch in an attempt to get away from the man’s hands; the ring swung forward and the chain caught Carter’s hand. He let out a cry of pain, yanking his hand to his chest before looking down to inspect the burn. He glared at the necklace. “Why is he wearing that?” he demanded. Silver. How could she put silver on his child?
Caley pushed herself to her feet once more; a light smirk crept onto her face before she got serious once again. “It’s his necklace, why wouldn’t he wear it?” she asked calmly, as if she didn’t know what the big deal was. She hoped to distract him from her son; he could take his anger out on her, instead of her baby.
“It’s silver!”
“Is it?”
Carter let out an annoyed growl. “Don’t play dumb with me! You know damn well what you put around my son’s neck.” He turned to face the baby again, eyes on his necklace. It had to go. His son won’t be seen wearing silver; much less a ring that he thought had been tossed out. He reached out towards the ring and as if there was a button being pressed whenever his hands got within inches of the baby, crying had once again filled the house. “Silence, boy, Daddy’s just going to get rid of the disgusting thing around your neck.”
In a desperate attempt to protect her son and the ring, Caley tackled the man to the ground. It was then when Carter’s eyes had turned back to blue, letting out a groan as he lay there. Caley had not been aware of the change as she continued to hold him down; she wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Don’t you think you should stop Regulus from crying, instead of playing some game of cops and robbers that I don’t remember agreeing to?” came Carter’s voice through the baby’s continuous sobs.
Caley’s cheeks went red, knowing now that it was safe. “S-sorry.” She moved to let him up, getting to her feet and moved towards her son. Once again, she pulled him into her arms. “Quiet now, My Sweet, stop your crying, you’re fine now.” The crying eventually came to a stop, leaving hiccups in its place. Caley only held her baby close, trying her best to keep it together. That had been too close.
- - -
The boy tapped his pencil impatiently against his desk, letting out a sigh as he only half listened to the teacher ramble on in the front of the classroom about something educational. The rest of his classmates were scribbling feverishly into their notebooks, trying to catch every word coming from the teacher’s mouth. All he could think about was food; any growing fifteen-year-old boy would when they over slept that morning and only managed to grab a half eaten bagel for breakfast before rushing out the door to get to school on time and was now suffering a growling stomach that he swears sounds like he had eaten a bear at some point. That’s when the burning started. The boy hissed quietly as his hand automatically moved to his chest, which had only made the burning hurt more. His hand shot into the air, which silenced the teacher.
“Yes, Regulus?”
“May I use the restroom?”
The teacher gave a simple nod, reaching behind him to retrieve the hall pass. Regulus shot up from his seat and moved between the desks towards the front of the class. He swiped the hall pass from the teacher, thanking him quickly before leaving the room. He rushed down the corridor towards the nearest restroom, trying his best not to run into anything along the way. It felt like the burning was getting worse.
Finally, he burst through the door of the restrooms and ripped off his shirt. Around his neck was a ring he’s worn since as far back as he could remember, but never once had it burnt him like this. He moved to the mirror before he reached for the chain and yanked it off his neck. He gasped at the pain, the chain falling from his hand. He looked down at it, now red from a burn, which had matched the puffy red marks where the chain had touched his skin around his neck. He stared at it in the mirror, before gently running his finger over the marks. First it was the voices and the headaches, now this? What was happening to him?
“Mum!” came his panicked voice as he burst through the front door. He dropped his backpack on the ground and headed first to the kitchen, which should be the last place to go looking for his mother that couldn’t cook. “Mum!”
Caley looked up from her book as she heard her son’s distressed voice. She got to her feet just as the boy rushed into the room. ”Regulus? What’s the matter?” The boy didn’t speak, just pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the burns on his chest. He looked down at it, then at his mother who had been staring in shock at his chest. “Oh Reggie, what did you do to yourself?”
“Nothing!” His voice squeaked, before carefully pulled the ring from his pocket doing his best not to touch the chain. “It burnt me! It never burnt me before…”
Caley frowned as she took it from him. She stared at it, then at the marks on her son. She had forgotten about the silver chain. “That’s not a good sign,” she said after a moment, looking from the ring to her son once more.
Regulus’s eyes grew big. “Why? What’s happening to me?”
Caley let out a soft sigh, looking her son over. She had been hoping she wouldn’t have this talk with her son. “You have your father’s blood.”
She had to be joking; he couldn’t have his father’s blood! There was no way. Regulus shook his head. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking, Regulus. You reacted to the silver.”
He glanced down at his chest, then at his hand. “I don’t want to be like Dad,” he pouted, glancing back up at his mother. “I don’t want to be a monster.”
Caley slipped the ring into her pocket, looking her son over and shook her head. “You’ll never be a monster, Reggie,” she told him gently.
“Yes I will!” He protested frantically. “Dad’s one, and if I have his blood, that makes me one too!”
Caley said nothing more on the topic. “Come, let’s clean up those burns,” she told her son, guiding him out of the sitting room and towards a bathroom.
“I don’t even know anything about Silverbloods, except that Dad is one,” he continued as they moved through the house.
“Well,” Caley began, moving the toilet seat down and motioning to her son to take a seat. “It’s the rare mix between a werewolf and a vampire.” She pulled some aloe from the cabinet and knelt down in front of the boy. “Let me see your hand.”
He put out his burnt hand; that had to explain why the silver burnt him like it did. Werewolves are allergic to silver. Which means, he assumed, that he was allergic too now. But mixing a werewolf and a vampire didn’t make sense to him. He glanced back up at his mother. “How does that work? Vampires and werewolves don’t get along.”
“Which is why they’re rare. Many years ago, Silverbloods were killed the instant they were born for being an abomination,” she explained, carefully massaging the aloe over the burn.
“So, how did Dad survive? If he’s a Silverblood, wouldn’t they have killed him?” Though, Regulus had been a bit relieved that it didn’t come to that, it’d mean he wouldn’t be here right now, but it’d also mean he wouldn’t have to worry about becoming a monster.
“His parents had hid him, before they were killed,” Caley had answered simply, looking up at his chest, she put more aloe on her hands and leaned forward to rub it on the burn on his chest.
Regulus just gave a silent nod, still thinking it was crazy for a vampire and a werewolf to go through all that trouble when they weren’t even suppose to get along. Maybe that was way his father was so odd. “So, what? I’m going to turn full monster on a full moon and attack people for their blood?” He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. Maybe he should be locked up forever. What if he turned someone? He’d never want to put someone else through his torture.
Caley looked up at her son. “No, none of that. What will happen though, is you’ll change when you overcome a strong emotion, such as anger or lust.”
That didn’t sound like any vampire or werewolf thing he’s ever heard of. “So instead of drinking blood and getting hairy on a full moon, I’ll just be the freak with major anger management problems?” He’d never be able to have sex without becoming this; so much for the possibility of having a family in the future.
Caley frowned as she closed the aloe bottle before she rose to her feet, placing the aloe back into its place in the cabinet. “I have something that should help,” she stated, kneeling down in front of her son once more. She gently brushed a hand across his face, looking between his eyes. “You’ll never be a monster, Reggie. Ever. Please remember that.” The boy hadn’t spoke back, and after a moment he nodded. Caley smiled at him, getting to her feet once more. “Now, what do you say to one of those orange melts you like so much?”
Regulus smiled, getting up from his spot. He followed his mother out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. “Mum?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Would I be able to get my necklace back? I feel naked.”
Caley smiled and nodded. “I’ll find you a new chain.”
Regulus tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep. Not only did he have yet another headache, but all he could hear was that other voice: Monster. That’s what everyone will see when they find out your secret, Reggie. A monster. But worry not, you’ll get used to it. You’ll accept what you are and enjoy it. One day.
He sat up, looking through the dark before closing his eyes, massaging at his head lightly. “Go away,” he had whispered aloud to himself. There was silence once more and the boy decided to take that chance to take something for the headache. It might not make the voice go away, but maybe he’ll get some sleep.
He moved blindly through his dark bedroom towards his bathroom and flicked on the light. His eyes squinted as the bright light momentarily blinded him. Blinked a couple times, he opened the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out the bottle of aspirin. He opened it, took the recommended dose and popped it into his mouth, getting himself water to swallow it down with. He put it all back before closing the mirror and looked at himself. His necklace was around his neck once more, the ring now strung on a leather-look cord. He had been trying to ignore the pain as the necklace moved across his burns, but he couldn’t go a day without wearing the necklace.
He glanced down, turning on the water and splashed some water into his face, then reached for the towel to dry his face. He then looked into the mirror once again. The reflection staring back was different the second time. His eyes, including the whites of them, had been taken over by black. He snapped his eyes closed, in hopes he was seeing things, but they were still the same when he opened them again. Desperate, he punched the reflection in mirror, letting the shattered pieces fall to the ground. “I’m not a monster,” he growled out, his fist now shimmered with the scarlet red color of blood.