Eight legs crept across my sleeping frame, millimetre by millimetre, I felt them run over my skin. Tiny eyes, like pin heads glared in to my very soul. My body frozen, panicked by fear. Not a scream could I shout, no parents I could call for. I could only lay. Lay in the dark box of a bed, or coffin, I should really say.

I thought about my friends, and to my horror their names failed to come to me. What happened to me that night? The night of my 16th birthday. I thought about my mother, her face gone from my mind. I was sure at one point in my life I had a sister. J? Did her name begin with a J? Joanna? Josephine? Jenny? No, it wasn't Jenny and Josephine sounded like an old cow's name.

I remembered the day I met Jack, it was a chance meeting. I was the new girl at Camsherst Academy, he was the moody sod at the back of the class, his broody grey eyes glared at me from under the hood of his black hoody. It wasn't until months later that I found it we were related. He wasn't just my brother, but we were born on the same day, at the same time and even in the same place. The moody boy at school, wasn't just my brother, but my twin. I could recall Jack and I at school, Jack and I at home with the Count and Bertrand, Boris, Elektra and Scarlett.

But I knew that I hadn't always known they were my biological family. I had a life before I knew them. Who were they? The people who brought me up? Did I have a mother and a father, or was my adoptive mother a single parent? Did I live with just my adoptive father? Could single men even adopt kids? I couldn't even remember my favourite song or whether or not I played a musical instrument when I was younger.

A loud noise, the sound of a gong. I jolted up right. My head collided with the lid, sending a painful wave of agony through my forehead. I pushed it open and was met with a warm glow of a candle light. In the dim light I looked at my arms, both full of weird looking white goosebumps making me look and feel like some sort of alien species. Not that that was an unusually feeling.

I knew from the day I first met Bertrand, the eldest of my three new brothers, that he didn't like me and didn't trust me. It was like I was the new girl again, but this time the class wasn't a group of kids I'd never met before, but people who were supposed to be my family and accept me as part of the clan. Not Bertrand though. If I died tomorrow I honestly thought he'd be pleased. I could imagine him standing my my pile of smouldering ashes, that satisfied smug grin on his ghostly white face, not a raven coloured hair out of place as usual. Normally when siblings die the others would shed a tear, place their favourite flower on the lid of their coffin. I knew Bertrand, not a single drop of emotion remained inside the carcass of a man. I hated him. I loathed him with every tiny inch of my being. He may have been my brother, but Bertrand Wolfgang was dead to me.

Characters from Black Heart: A Vampire's Son, Black Heart: Two Hearts Beating and Black Heart: The Immortal Shadows. None of these stories are available on Wattpad due to plagiarism, plus BH3 hasn't even been finished yet.

For Chaoticmocha 'a contest. As I've missed a few I've kinda merged the remote into one big one. Hope it's ok.