Brothers.

Forced against ones will.

Many millennia ago, in a dark time when war had begun to rage out, and before the time of power and electricity, there lived a family hidden away from the world in a very desolate location shrouded by a mountain, keeping it cloaked in the darkness provided from the deprivation of sunlight, for many a century. Till one point, the father of this dark family had to make his two sons make a drastic choice in life. 

Two rooms, two sons and two locks. The two sons had to make a choice that will determine the Heir of the family for when the father sees fit that one of the two sons is strong enough to lead the family and become the overall seer of their kind. The father, in the dead of night, threw the two sons separately into each room, with one innocent child of their age. Bolting the door the father laughed maniacally and spoke, 

"Upon the second stroke of midnight, two days from now, you shall be clouded in a ravaging hunger. You have a choice, kill to live and prosper to become the ultimate leader and ruler of our family, or become a cast away and forever live in hunger alone in this world." And with those final words, the father left and bolted the outer door to leave the two sons to make their gruelling choices.

Jonas, the boy in the left room was described by the family as the weakling, not worthy of being the family Heir, sat holding the wooden bars, tears streaming down his face, pleading and begging to be set free from the clutches of hell, where as the brother Abel, the apparent strongest of the brothers, the one with the air about him to perhaps rule the family, sat in the corner of the room, with the faint candle light licking the edges of his face, listening to the desperate pleas from his brothers cell, smirking at the weakness he was showing, father would not be pleased.

The choices these two had to make was not an easy one, to kill the innocent unconscious boy laying in a fettle position in front of them, or to starve and become the outcast and live without a family and be chucked out into the world with the temptation to feed on every passing human. Neither decision could be made with a click of a finger, it is one you would have to think though thoroughly before taking action in what you feel is right.

A night had passed and Jonas had given up on pleading for his freedom and sat staring at the boy laying in front of him, still unconscious. Whereas Abel had moved a little closer to the boy and began to poke at him to see if he would wake, but the boy still remained limp.

in the silence, you could hear the faint rustling of keys on a ring before the door outside the rooms being unlocked and opened. The father had decided to bring an audience of other vampires, and perhaps other leaders to come observe the boys. The father grunted in disapproval at the fact that neither of his sons had made the kill yet, though he expected Jonas to not have moved an inch closer to the food laid out before him. Where as Abel, he thought him stronger than what he was said to be by the other family members.

Every other vampire in the room began to whisper and smirk at the two young children in front of them, probably all whispering how pathetic they were in comparison to their own children.

Suddenly Jonas bolted from the corner of the room and clung to the bars and began to scream at the people and even his own father.

"Please let me out! can you not see how inhumane this is? Father, how could you do this?! He is just a child, just as I am. This is wrong!" He screamed. Abel just smirked as he knew exactly what speaking to his father like that would bring.

Suddenly a sound reverberated off the walls and echoes around the cells, leaving a deafening silence to fall upon the once before bickering crowd. Father had hit Jonas, as expected by Abel. He just let out a single grunt with a smirk bestowed upon his face.

"Now now Jonas, that is no way to speak to Father." Abel chided at his brother. Jonas did not reply but simply cowered away and slunk back into his corner and began to weep. 

"No son of mine has the right to speak to the leader, and their father in such a disrespectful manner. I thought your mother brought you up better than that. Seems I will have to teach her a lesson also. Now you bare an even heavier burden on your shoulder Jonas, your mother is more than deserving of being beaten to the point of slow regeneration of her wounds. Feel the shame you have brought upon yourself and your mother." He said smirking as he lead the crowd away to dine with his wife to make a show of her beating.

The silence was back leaving Jonas and Abel alone again. Abel began to grow tired of thinking but would refuse to act before his brother, Whereas Jonas felt so guilty for causing his mother the lashing in which father will so graciously bestow upon her. He wants to please his father, and to prove the fallacies to be a lie and show that he would be the strongest of the two brothers. 

Hours upon hours passed as if they were minutes and before the brothers knew it they only had a few hours left before their father returned to throw them both out. Abel had moved back to the corner and drifted slowly in and out of consciousness as the hunger began to tear at his insides. Jonas just remained silent for the entire time.

What felt like minutes later Abel awoke to the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his young life tear through his throat all the way to the pit of his stomach, hunger. Father was right, hunger was beginning to set in and take effect as he eyed the boy in front of him with half lidded eyes. He began to tear at his throat, causing cuts and scratches leaving trails of blood to streak down his neck and skin to bunch up under his finger nails. He grunted and growled and lunged at the innocent boy in front of him.

He bore his fangs and smelt the blood pulsing through the child's veins. Moving any clothing away, Abel licked his neck preparing for a bite, but before he could make contact with the skin he tore himself away in a futile attempt to stop himself from killing an innocent.

At least a minute passed and their father had practically flitted into the room. He looked first into Abel's cell expecting to see guts and gore lining the room in a tasteful colour, but to his anger, the room was clean and untouched. He became enraged.

"Abel Caldwell! You have disgraced our family! You have wasted the faith in which we so respectfully bet on yo, ergo you are the outcast, no longer to be seen by a single member of our family. You are filth and no longer deserve the ground in which we both share, so out with you! May your life be a short one!" He yelled causing a scene in the grand hall of the rather large mansion. Every member had been invited to see the outcome of the new Heir to the Caldwell family. Shock was plastered on every single face within the room, even a glass was shattered as it impacted upon the marble floor.

He threw his son out of the mansion and out onto the dirt path leading to the large wooden doors of the grand building.

"Alexander, Father please, Jonas has not eaten either, he is deserving of the same punishment!" Abel begged and sputtered as tears effortlessly fell from his face in an endless stream. Then, through Abel's surprise, out stepped Jonas, smeared in blood. Words would not form in Abel's throat. He was completely dumbfounded by this, the weakest brother had feasted whilst he slept. He showed only a few moments of weakness and he chose to eat when he slept.

"Oh but he has indeed Abel. Get out, I wish to no longer see your being no more, out with you and you are not to return here till the day you die." With that Alexander and Jonas Caldwell made their way back through the entrance and let the doors swing shut behind them.

Abel Caldwell, the failed Heir of the Caldwell family.