A Tale Of Twilight: The Dawn Of Dark Ages

His attention moved from the nothingness of the ceiling to the door as it cranked open. He is unusually very perceptive about any life threatening confronts, so he ran, as fast as his tiny little legs could carry him, up the stairs towards his parents room. He stumbled on the last step, he got up as soon as his hands hit the ground. He flung the door open as soon as he got to the room, his little eyes widened like they were about to pop out of their sockets as they rested on both his parents as they laid on the bare ground their lifeless eyes were wide open and a bullet hole on both their foreheads. His deranged mind went back to the cranking doors. It dawned on him that he needed to leave that spot and with the kind of brain he had, he knew he would survive on his own even at that age, But his little legs were glued to the ground. *** He was just about two years and a few days old, but his senses were outright as sharp as a teenager's. Right from his birth he was reckoned a special child. He would have been deemed a vampire or a werewolf if he hadn't passed all the tests carried out on him that classified him human. Both his parents were humans so it was nature to have a human child or so he thought growing up. He sits on a couch just before the television stand. Both his hands were on the couch and his tiny little legs were suspended in the air. He had rejected the cradle just three months after birth. He would always crawl out of the cradle, anytime he was left alone, he would sit on the bare floor, his arms folded. He would sit there at the centre of the room till someone comes back to pick him up. After picking him up so many times, his parents made him sit on the couch. His parents had been ostensibly happy with his uniqueness, but it wasn't long before people started putting a question mark on his race. "Are you certain this boy is yours". The bewildered doctor, a bald man with a scalp that looked like it was polished asked. He looked at the barely three months old boy with great astonishment as he crawled around in the room. "Why do you ask... is anything wrong with him". The father of the boy asked already anticipating what was coming. "Well.... this child has a denser concentration of mini-column than I have ever seen in a human child. And it's still growing.... That is very common amongst vampires and werewolves children". Said the bald doctor seeing the bewildered look on the face of the boy's father, he added "I mean... his brain seems to develop two times faster than a normal human's... And again it's abnormal for a human child but totally normal for a vampire's or a werewolf's child". "He is a genius just like me and nothing more... or are you insinuating I'm not a human?" Matt's father who was beginning to smile at the doctor "No.... No.. not at all no.. I just need to know... It's dangerous to keep a werewolf child with the other races. It goes without saying that they are highly unstable beings. ". The doctor said trying so hard to explain himself without showing any form disgust. "Although that is very racist of you... I think I get your point... But you know.. my boy is human... You've carried out medical tests and even physical ones... I remember you took him out one night in a full moon. You wanted to see his reaction to a full moon. It's obvious he's human... Like I said before he's just like his father". He said this time with a hint of pride in his eyes. Medical practitioners were easily pacified because it could easily be written off as just a hint of genius and nothing more. The residents on the other hand weren't so easily pacified. The eldest vampires of the Lunar clan, they had been living since the prophecies about the Dark ages were made. A prophecy that foretold the return of the dark ages which can only come about if the dark age Duo as they'd like to call it came together and had a child. Just having one half of the Dark Age Duo, a descendant of the lost tribe of Harkma, unnerves the elders. There had been incoming death threats from the vampires towards Matt and his family. It was impossible to tell if the descendants of the lost tribe of Harkma was a human or not. The dark ages had only once befallen the world. Not even the oldest of the vampires had experienced it. It was on a beautiful morning, the early winter winds blew across the room where he sat peering at nothing in particular. The room was airtight but the harsh winter wind still found it's way into the room. The fire at the fireplace was put out, the smoke from it still ousing into the chimney. It was about three thirty in the morning, most two year olds would probably still be in bed, but not this one. He crawled out of bed as 2am and went straight for his favourite *** He could hear the footsteps growing louder and louder behind him but he couldn't muster the energy to turn back to see who it was. A hand covered in plastic gloves grabbed him by the torso and lifted him up in the air. Tried as he may, he could not wiggle himself free from the grip. He knew that there was nothing he could do to free himself from that grip, that would have been enough to calm him down but the voice of the man that lifted him came with it's own soothing calmness. "Hey boy... you should not be here... You are too young to be seeing death my dear". The soothing voice was accompanied by a gorgeous face. His hair reached down to his shoulders, it looked like cocoa. His eyes were all black. He is a true definition of masculine beauty. Standing what felt to Matt like eight feet, but he turned out to be just six feet three inches above the ground. The young boy looked into the man's eyes. It looked so inviting, like it wanted to comfort. He said with a teary voice as tears rolled down his eyes. "They didn't do anything to deserve death... Who killed my parents... Those were bullet wounds on their foreheads so they didn't just die. Someone shot them". He lost his breath as he spoke. The man was astonished at how smart this little boy talks. "What's your name and how old are you lad?" "My name is Matthew McConaughey and I'm was two few days ago". Matt said, pronouncing his last astonishingly accurately. "Well my name is Stanley Garrett and you really don't sound like you are two Matthew" Stan said and started down the stairs then he added "I need to take you out of here... it's not safe here... You'd stay at mine for now" As they edged closer and closer to the front door Matt looked back at his parent's room. He saw a dark figure smiling down at him. The only thing thing comprehensible about figure was its white teeth.The next minute the figure was gone. It sent shiver down his spine. That very moment remodelled his perspective of life.