The Dmitri's [bounded by blood]

His steps echoed in the dark alley way , the only thing surpassing the sound of his calculated and uniform movement was the dripping sound of water , an after effect of the rain. But the further he moved in , the louder an additional sound was added to the frame of his hearing. It was a screech... no, a wail... wait, a cry. The cry of a baby and the intensity of it made it known it was that of a newborn Moving in closer , overwhelmed by curiosity, in the midst of darkness, he found a large spot of light. What made it even more surprising was what laid beneath that single ray of white light. A wooden cradle, loud cries emitting from whatever was put in it. A baby. Concerned about why a child was abandoned in an alley, the young Lad rushed to the cradle, looking into it to see if the child was unharmed or needed medical attention. Behold, the beauty the eyes of this child held were unmatched to those he had ever come by. It glowed, a beautiful emerald green, with lighter shades of the color swirling around the infants' irises . One could say that to stumble upon the beauty of such mysterious orbs was a gift granted by the Lord himself. But the longer he stared into the beautiful turmoil of nature, the child called its organ of sight , the more familiar its eyes became to the young man who stood before him. And to his surprise, a name finally was able to escape his sealed lips. "Alexander ?" It sounded more like a rush of realization than an unsure question. He had no time to take out the infant , for the cradle had suddenly begun moving away , quickly and out of his reach. Struggling to chase after it, he found that his legs were glued to the ground. It was impossible to move. Further and further away, the cradle moved until it came to a halt with a sudden loud creak. Still in the young man's line of vision, he smiled, knowing that hope was still a thing to consider he could save his.... Any positive thoughts he kept in mind were erased the moment he spotted the hooded figure that conjured from the darkness. Pulling out a clean dagger , the hooded figure raised its unforgiving blade over the cradle, which was where the beautiful newborn laid , its cries increasing. All the boy could was yell a plea to stop , for no matter how hard he tried to move , he was stuck in one place. The dagger came crashing down onto the crying infant, and in one swift move, the cries came to an end. "No !" Jeremiah's voice echoed in his master bedroom as he dove up in cold sweat, breathing heavily from the extremely disturbing dream that reminded him of his horrible past. Realizing it was another terrible nightmare, he let out a frustrated sigh , rubbing his rough palm over his face and running his hand through his long brunette hair. He's always had dreams like these for as long as he could remember . But this one just hit different. He could feel it. Deciding to take a cold bath before sunrise, Jeremiah fits into a blood-red suit and black shiny shoes. He carefully made his way down the left marble curvaceous stairs that led down to the large living room. Victor sat at the mini not so mini bar , having a simple glass of orange juice with a book open before him on the glass counter table. "Romeo and juliet ?, must have been a good one if you decided to read it twice, ay brother ? " Jeremiah's old , traditional British accent danced through every word he spoke. With a little smile , Victor lifted his head from his book , closing it shut to acknowledge his brother, who had walked in . A sign of respect. "Oh , it's a modern version. Was just really curious how much modernity could screw over the original. May i point out. The OG's always better. " At his last sentence, he switched to an American accent for better emphasis. "Good morning Familia, aren't you guys up early?" Christopher greets , skipping down the stairs in a joyous approach. "Christopher , lovely morning you seem to be having ? Where is Richard ?" The head of the house asked , an eye brow lifted in question . "He'll be down in a moment, just some outfit trouble. You know, the usual. " Christopher replies between little feats of laughter. "And Anderson? " he asks, knowing the exact answer to his question. "Out like a corpse," Chris replied, jumping down the last stare to join Victor by the bar. "The world will definitely meet its end the day that boy decides to get up early." Victor lets out an amused chuckle. It was hard to tell if it was meant for Jeremiah's comment on Anderson or the book he had his undivided attention invested in. "I'll go get your brother. You two prepare for school . There is a pack of some freshly bought blood I got from the bank earlier in the fridge, and if you're gonna take it to go , there's some neatly packed once in a coffee cup. Understood ? " Jeremiah explains to them, and they both nod . "Now, if you excuse me , I have a corpse to awoke." Jeremiah says , climbing back up the stairs and passing Richard, who was on his way down. "Morning," Richard greeted him and was answered with a pat on the shoulder shoulder . After about 8 minutes, Anderson came running down the stairs with wet hair , a black jean jacket, and a white t shirt, with matching jeans pants. Behind him was Jeremiah , carefully making his way down the stairs with an annoyed frown. "I overslept a little bit Jerry, you don't have to be so mad," Anderson pouts , dragging his backpack across the living room ground . "It's Jeremiah , not Jerry . Understood? " his older brother warns , his frown massively increasing. "Yess Jerry !....I mean, grognon, I mean brother," Anderson nonchalantly replies with a silly smile wide across his face. Giving him one last death stare , Jeremiah looked at the rest of his siblings, nodding to them. "Time to leave gentlemen," he announces, arms crossed across his strong chest. Everyone gets up from their various spots, picking up their stuff from the respective positions they left them. They all wait in front of Jeremiah to give them a go-ahead, and for some seconds, he scrutinizes them using his eyes , one by one. His eyes lasted on Anderson longer than the others, and he scrunched his nose in disapproval. "You know, if you wake up earlier, you wouldn't have to dry your hair in your school's toilets hand dryer every morning," Jeremiah positions out , touching Andersons wet hair , his fingers trailing down from his little brothers head to his cheek bones. Jeremiah chuckles , giving Anderson a light slap on the cheek. "Be a good boy, darling." He says with a little smile on his features, "and you guys too, " he looks to the others with an even louder smile, walking back towards the stairs. "You're dismissed," The boys immediately all turned to leave, Anderson literally running towards the parking lot. "I call shotgun," Everybody groans , sluggishly tailing behind him.