The Product of Rivals [[ Harley, M ]]

The scent of over ripe fruit and stale bread made Eric's nose cringe up, and he awoke with a start.
His stomach lurched, and he shoved the tray of hospital food away from him. "Ugh, gross" He grumbled, and yanked the IV out of his arm. It hurt, and he winced. The monitor exploded with beeping as he pulled it off himself, and he tried his best to ignore it. All his muscles were sore, and his skin felt tender to the touch. It was warm, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Eric's brows knit together and he looked down his arm, one of the ached. His left arm held a nasty, deep wound that looked like it came from some sort of canine. Shock fluttered down his spine and landed as a weight in his stomach. Alarmed and confused, the boy stood rapidly and pulled on his jeans. He pulled out of the ridiculous gown and into his shirt. There was blood on the sleeve, and some on his jeans. What the hell happened? He shook his head, and stepped into his shoes. Just then around three nurses barged into his room, and Eric almost jumped out of his skin. Figuratively, of course. He took a deep breath to calm his wild heart before shaking his head and moving to leave the room. The nurses tried to block his way. "Hey, what the hell, let me out!" He growled the words, his jaw tensing in frustration. "Eric!" He heard the shrill cry of his mother and turned to see her half run half skip down the white hallway towards him. He rolled his eyes and stopped pushing against the nurses. The slightly overweight woman dressed in plain colors and bright heels clasped his face in her hands. She was a foot or so shorter than him, but they held similarities in their features. He got his hair and his size from his father, who appeared behind his mother and frowned slightly. It wasn't in disappointment, though. "What happened?" Eric asked, and his mother sighed and bowed her head. His dad, James, gritted his teeth and Eric could see the muscles there roll. This worried him, and he felt the weight in his stomach move violently. "You were attacked, on your way home from the park..." He said, but trailed away, and his sharp blue eyes turned down. Eric's olive green ones looked on in expectancy. "By what?" He snapped, and his mother smiled sheepishly. "We don't know honey, but we're going to find out. Just lay back down so they can make sure you're okay.." She said, and Eric frowned. He shook his head and stepped back, but didn't move to go back to the bed. "No, we're going home. I'm find" He said a little harshly, and his father glared at him. "We need to know" He started and Eric moved past them quickly. He walked briskly towards the doors of the hospital. "We will know!" He said loudly at them, but didn't turn around. His arm ached and he felt a fresh gush of his blood seep from the wound onto his shirt.

-- Later --

"What are you saying?! I'm your son!" He cried out, throwing his hands in exasperation. His voice turned awkwardly in his distress and sorrow. Eric shook his head and faced the floor, a shaky breath expelling from his lungs. "Fine." He managed to say normally, and his glass eyes turned back up to his parents. "I guess I understand." He added, and through the tears in his mother's eyes he saw relief. That was all he could take. Eric turned around quickly and grabbed his keys, then left for his old Chevy Camaro. It was red, with two thick white stripes down the hood and trunk. He turned the key into the ignition and the engine purred in response. A tear sliced down his cheek and he quickly swiped it away angrily. He couldn't believe his own parents would betray him for something he wasn't responsible for. Eric couldn't have known a bite from the wolf would make him this way, he had thought his vampire side would fight off the infection. And besides, just because he was different his parents sent him away. Just because he was different! With that, Eric threw the car into reverse and backed down the driveway. He geared it down and started out of the neighborhood he grew up in.

-- School --

Eric was numb. His heart hurt worse than his arm and his chest felt like someone was sitting on him. Wincing, the boy took out his books and shut his locker silently, the motions were smooth but slow and with remorse. The other kids whirled around him wildly, making him all the more anxious and almost angering him.