Time Suck [vampire! reader insert]

Chapter 23 [metamorphosis]

The ginger nodded his head. "We've met them a couple of times though briefly. They didn't really seem that found of us..."

"That's right. You know...that hostility is there for a reason. And it's the same reason why your mother acts so coldly towards everyone."

Noah's eyebrows knitted in confusion but he let the other male speak.

"It's because...to preserve the powers that vampire hunters have...there's a lot of inbreeding going on. Vampire hunters are not a perfect race, and with blood mixing their special abilities fade away quite easily."

"Oh..." The boy breathed out but soon jerked up in his seat. "D-Does that mean that you and mother-"

"No no no..." The father waved his hands around before letting them once again fall to his lap as his expression turned sour. "I'm just a normal human Noah. And that's the entire problem. Your mother chose me over another vampire hunter and therefore she betrayed the family tradition."

"So that's why..."

"That's why everyone in the family is so cold toward us." The milky eyed male nodded his head but seeing his son's conflicted expression he reached out and patted the boys head lovingly.

"That explains why I don't have any powers..." Noah murmured. "Neither does Sam or Laura." He sighed with a pained expression "If only I was a full-fledged vampire hunter then maybe things would be easier for mother..."

"...your mother really loves you, Noah. As well as both your siblings. She's simply frustrated with the way her relatives reacted. Torn between the two sides of her family. I don't think she cares whether or not you have those powers."

He once again reached out and cupped the teenager's cheek "And I for sure don't care." The milky eyed male smiled warmly.

Noah put his hand over his fathers, basking in the warmth and the smell of fresh bread emanating from his father's skin. "I know..."

"Noah." The older males gentle voice brought him back from the silent moment.

"Yeah?"

"You know...i will love you no matter what you will become."

The boy quirked his eyebrow, slightly taken aback. "Well...thank you...? It's a good thing to know I suppose."

His father's smile just widened. "No no. Noah, I really want you to know and remember it. I will love you, even if I won't be there. Just know that no matter how much you change you will be cherished by me."

The boy was staring into his dad's gentle milky green eyes that were glazed with a coat of never-ending adoration and affection.

"Dad...what are you talking about...?" Noah whispered.

"It's time for you to go Noah. You'll be reborn, like a fluffy caterpillar morphing into a majestic butterfly."

"Huh...?"

Everything around him went black, the chair from underneath his body disappearing making him plummet onto the cold ground with a heavy thump.

Like the end of a deep dream, he sat there in a completely pitch black area, only the infinite skin of the void spacing around him.

The boy stood up, wavering a little in his step.

As he turned around a supposedly endless mirror stretched in front of him on the background of the void. At least a mirror was what the boy though it is, the entire reflection of his body staring back at him.

Noah walked up to it, nearing over his reflection, looking right into his own eyes like he was staring at himself from a third perspective.

Deep green eyes, a red mass of thick hair, and a pale complexion covered with tan freckles. He has seen it a bunch of times before in the cracked mirror on his bedroom wall. Noah reached out and combed his fingers through his locks, it felt a little unusual since most of the time he did it with wetted fingers to calm down his bed hair in the morning.

As he pulled his palm back down however his reflection didn't follow his movement, his double keeping his palm near his face. Still starting right back at him.

Suddenly his reflection moved, a warm smile spreading on his doppelgangers expression as he waved back to the boy like he was saying goodbye to an old friend.

The confused read-head waved back with uncertainty before the mirror gave out a loud bang as the surface of it broke, leaving long streaks across the reflective layer as some of its pieces cracked off and fell onto the ground.

The boy jerked back a bit shaken up, starting at the glass at his feet before his gaze moved back onto his reflection. But he didn't exactly find what he was expecting.

His hair was white, with glistening streaks of gold mixed in between, the skin of his toned body purely pales like a sheet of paper. Noah's two green eyes were now completely submerged in ruby red pulls that slit in the middle into two dark and thin pupils.

With a tremble to his movement, the boy opened his mouth, the four canines at the top, and the two at the bottom pushed his teeth out to the sides. Adding a dangerous and predatory look to his usual friendly pearl whites.

He once again looked down and brought his palms up. The complexion of his hands was also pale, with long and sharp nails decorating his fingertips.

He glanced up, his reflection following him precisely, not making any unusual moves that might have indicated that it was a clone and not actually him. Noah moved back stumbling through his steps until one oh his legs hooked with the other and he felt himself lose his balance. The boy fell down with a silent gasp and a surprised flutter to his eyelashes. The ground however did not meet him, instead, his body spun through the empty darkness.

And soon he felt his mouth fill up with the bitter and rotted taste of your blood as he was back on the shore of the lake and the trees.