Chapter 1


Warren poked his head slightly above the covers, noticing
the blinds were up, showing a bright and sunny day. He slowly peaked at the clock, trying not to look at the walls around him. 11:03am. Crap. He closed his eyes, using his senses to go downstairs for what was left of breakfast. He grabbed his old baseball bat that Sam had given him in a chance to try to get his little brother to become "normal" and used it as a walking cane. He had tapped into his hearing, smelling, and feeling senses to the point where if he did loose his eye sight, he could live. If only I could loose my eye sight. Then, I could never be afraid anymore. He walked down the mahogany grand staircase, tapping his bat against the railing, gripping the right side of the railing, so he wouldn't slip and fall. He stayed barefoot all the time, so he could feel the vibrations on the floor. Today, he didn't have his black blanket draped over him, so he could feel safe underneath. If he had to go to the hospital or somewhere else out in public, he draped the blanket over him and close his eyes. He always looked like a little old man, but appearances never bothered Warren. He slowly walked off of the last step, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath him. He shivered, as he walked to dining room. He could hear dishes being washed, eggs and bacon being fixed. He could even smell the pancake batter poured on the pan to be flipped and prepared.
Eliza. He said mentally, smiling. Eliza was their maid and cook, with rosy pink chubby cheeks, a round happy face, yet carried a spitfire attitude and was ready to serve up a plate of sarcasm if you crossed her. She knew what was going on with Warren. She had dealt with agoraphobia during the beginning of her teen years and always defended Warren whenever his parents criticized his problem.

He walked to the table and sat down. He had learned not to make a sound while walking, and since he wore all black he camouflaged sometimes. Eliza walked in there and gasped, nearly dropping the plates of food. Eliza set the food on the table, holding her chest and laughing,"Oh, morning Warren! I didn't see you there!" She gave him a big, tight hug, and Warren loved it whenever she hugged him, even though her hugs sometime hurt him. He felt protected and loved, two feelings he never received from his parents. She looked at Warren and said in her sweet southern accent,"Well Wren, where's your black blanket?" He started breathing heavily, as he said,"Oh no. Eliza, I can't believe I forgot about it!" She walked away and said,"I'll get it for you! I'll be right back!" "No, you don't have to." "It's fine! It won't take me that long!" He hated it that he wasn't independent. He needed and wanted help so bad, yet he was ignored. Eliza practically did everything for him, only because she understood his fears and phobias. His brother Sam came down to eat, as he found his brother sitting there. Sam wanted his brother to get help as much as Eliza did. He wants their relationship to normal and healthy and wants Warren to be happy. He knew he was miserable being like this. Before he even sat down at the table, Warren said,"Morning Sam! Next time, don't put on too much cologne! It makes me wanna sneeze all over the place." Sam smiled and said,"Alright then, but tell that to my girlfriend! She's probably the only female in the universe that loves the smell of Axe more than anyone." "Well, you don't want Julie to suffocate by smelling you at the same time, don't you?" He shrugged and said,"Tell her that. I'm about to suffocate smelling myself. Yet, it makes her happy." Eliza arrived with the blanket and draped it over Warren. Sam chuckled, as Eliza said,"His condition isn't funny Samuel!" He shook his head and replied,"No, Wren looks like a dark Jedi with that cover over him! It looks cool." Warren started making Darth Vader noises, as Eliza started serving them food. Sam looked at Eliza, as she was serving eggs and asked,"Where's Mom and Dad?" "At some big important meeting. I have no idea, but it's a Saturday, so you boys can do whatever you want. No nudie films or magazines!" Sam and Warren chuckled and said in unison,"We promise!"


After breakfast, Warren did the usual procedure with his bat as a walking stick up the stairs, and he went to the bathroom to shower. Since he's lived in the house his whole life, he had remembered where everything is by memory. He grabs the big towel for his body, the medium towel for the floor near the shower to step off of, and a wash rag for his eyes to wipe them off. He stepped in there, and remembered where his shampoo, body wash, and face wash was located in the exact order Eliza had helped him remember. He showered for a good five minutes, but when he was finished, he accidentally slipped!

Come to us young prodigy. Come to us and live with us forever in our world. Forget these impudent humans and live with us. Let our fangs fill you with our sweet nectar. Come with us. Come with us, young boy king. Come with us and you will know the truths.

"Wake up!" he heard. It was Sam's voice. Warren didn't open his eyes, but he got up and asked,"Sam, what the hell happened to me?" "I heard something fall from up here, opened the door and heard the shower running and found you. Are you okay?" He nodded and said,"Yeah, just a headache." Sam turned off the shower, and took his little brother into his room. He dressed him, gave him some head-ache relief medication and let him rest.

We will get you, young prodigy. Just close your eyes and you will be with us soon.