Chapter 21 A Bloodsucker In A Werewolf Bar

• Mathias continued speaking, his voice choked with emotion. “...and they didn't fail in their promise," he said, his eyes glistening with tears. "Everyday I spent with them was so precious. My grandfather taught me everything I know. He had lots of stories to tell, stories about witches, vampires and werewolves. Great stories, and I love listening to them. But good things never last long in my life. By the time I was 6 years old, my grandfather died and a year later my grandma followed him. Once again, I was alone in the world with no friends and no family." A tear fell off to the ground.
• "My father didn't want me," Mathias continued, bitterness creeping into his voice. "He even blamed me for his parents' deaths. I never knew someone could hate his own flesh and blood in such a way. At the tender age of 7, I had to learn how to survive on my own. I worked on people's farms for slave money, and I had to beg in the streets most times. Anything to put something in my stomach. I didn't have anywhere to sleep, I slept anywhere the night caught up on me. Many times I was physically abused by perverted men, many nights I slept on empty stomachs. For 3 years, this went on until I was taken in by an orphanage home. And a year later, they told me a nice family from America wanted to adopt me."
• Mathias paused for a moment, his eyes downcast, before continuing. "For a moment there, just for a moment, I thought everything was about to change in my life. I thought finally I would be happy again, make new friends and live a normal life. But the nice couple weren't so nice after all, at least not all of them. The man always physically abuses me anytime his wife goes on her long trips, and I can't say anything to her when she returns back because I know she won't believe me. How would she when he behaves like a saint when she is around? What Steven and everyone else does to me in school is nothing compared to what I face at home. But sometimes, I just wished I had a normal life just like a normal teenager. I wish people would stop hating me. Even if they don't love me, at least they shouldn't hate me. I talk about vampires, werewolves and witches all the time because it reminds me of my grandfather, and that's the only time I am happy. When I remember them, my grandparents,” Mathias narrated, his voice trailing off.