<h4>Chapter 137: Protecting In The Dark</h4>
<strong>Dean’s POV</strong>
So there I was.
A vampire.
Inhabiting a body <i>simr</i> to the kid’s—but not quite.
At first, I wasn’t as <i>solid</i> as I am now. No flesh. No true form. I was more like a shadow—hence the oh-so-creative name <i>Kane’s Shadow.</i>
A wraith. A ck smoke with a voice.
Drifting. Watching. Lurking just beyond reach, whispering into the night.
I couldn’t <i>touch</i>.
I couldn’t <i>feel</i>.
I was <i>there</i>, but not <i>there</i>. A half-existence. A curse.
Until I learned the truth.
I needed <i>blood</i>.
The moment I drank, I <i>became</i>.
The ck smoke condensed, twisted, took <i>shape</i>.
Flesh. Bone. Strength. <i>Power.</i>
The more I fed, the more <i>real</i> I became.
And oh—how <i>hungry</i> I was.
And where else to get the blood, if not from the <i>pack</i>?
I was careful. Precise. A little here, a little there—never enough for them to <i>notice</i>. Just enough to sustain me.
And slowly, I became <i>whole</i>.
Solid. Real.
At first, they didn’t understand. How could they? One day, I was just Kane’s <i>shadow</i>, a whisper of something they feared. Then suddenly, I had form. Flesh. A face identical to his.
Some thought we were twins. Identical. Two sides of the same coin.
Even his parents... they <i>allowed</i> me to stay. But not because they <i>wanted</i> me. No.
To them, I was nothing more than an <i>unwanted mistake</i>—a parasite they couldn’t get rid of.
They never treated me like a son.
More like a burden. A nuisance. A shadow that refused to fade.
But <i>Kane</i>?
Kane saw me differently.
He didn’t see a monster.
He didn’t see a curse.
He saw a <i>brother</i>.
And that... <i>that</i> was why I stayed.
But there was something else. Something deeper.
A bond.
It tethered me to Kane, allowed me ess to his mind as if it were my own. His thoughts, his emotions—I could <i>feel</i> them all.
And for a moment... it felt <i>right</i>. Like this was how it was <i>meant</i> to be.
Two halves of a whole.
But there was more to it than just a connection. There was the <i>darkness</i>.
That malevolent force lurking within us, wing at the edges of Kane’s sanity, whispering vile things into his soul. It was always there. And Kane, in his <i>innocence</i>, didn’t understand it. Couldn’t <i>control</i> it.
So I did.
I took it. Absorbed it. Let it <i>fester</i> inside <i>me</i>.
I made it <i>mine</i>.
Because if I didn’t, Kane wouldn’t survive it.
And maybe... maybe a part of me thought that was my <i>purpose</i>. To be his <i>shield</i>. To bear the burden of the darkness so he wouldn’t have to.
But the problem with darkness?
It doesn’t like to be contained.
Resisting it became... <i>harder</i>.
At first, I fought it. I <i>tried</i>. But it was always there—whispering, coaxing, <i>waiting</i>.
And with everything bashing me down—Kane’s parents, the pack, the constant reminder that I was an <i>unwanted mistake</i>—I found myself leaning into the darkness more and more.
It felt like an addiction.
Anytime I did something wicked—something <i>cruel</i>—the darkness would <i>ease</i>. Just a little. Like a beast momentarily <i>sated</i> after a fresh kill.
But it neversted.
It always came <i>back</i>, gnawing at me with an even deeper hunger.
And the more I gave in, the more it <i>took</i> from me in return.
My joy. My warmth. My <i>humanity</i>.
Until all that was left was a hollow, reckless shell.
And I embraced it.
Because why the hell <i>shouldn’t</i> I?
The world had already <i>decided</i> I was a monster.
So I became one.
And I made damn sure that if they were going to call me evil—
I would give them something to <i>fear</i>.
Then, of course, there was the <i>hunger</i>.
The need to <i>feed</i>.
Unlike any vampire, my body was... <i>different</i>.
Maybe it was because I had <i>regenerated</i> it, or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, I found myself possessing abilities no other vampire had.
I could walk in the sun.
I could eat regr food.
I could pass for <i>normal</i>.
But the hunger never left.
I needed blood—at least <i>twice</i> a week—or the darkness inside me would w its way to the surface, twisting my mind, <i>demanding</i> to be fed.
At first, it was easy. When I was still more shadow than flesh, I could sneak around, taking small sips from the pack members while they slept. A little here, a little there—just enough to survive. They never noticed.
But with a <i>physical</i> body, things changed.
I couldn’t sneak into homes anymore.
I couldn’t go unnoticed.
And the wolves... they were <i>too aware</i>. Their senses too sharp. If I took from one of them, I’d be caught.
So I had to adapt.
For a while, I lived off animals. It was disgusting. Their blood was <i>weak</i>, barely enough to keep me from spiraling. But I endured.
Until I grew older.
Until I was <i>strong</i> enough.
And then, I ventured beyond the pack’s borders.
There was a human vige miles away—isted, unaware of the <i>creature</i> running through the woods.
With my speed, the distance meant <i>nothing</i>.
And humans?
They were <i>easy prey</i>.
I learned quickly that teenage girls and women were the simplest targets.
All I had to do was pretend to be a <i>lost child</i>.
Innocent. Helpless.
And without fail, some <i>sweet, naive woman</i> would stop.
Would kneel down.
Would try to <i>help me</i>.
And that’s when I’d <i>strike</i>.
This went on for years.
By the time I reached my teenage years, I was <i>strong</i>. The weak, shadow-like form I once had was long gone. Now, I was <i>solid</i>. A true predator.
Kane and I were the same age in body—twins in appearance—but in mind?
He was still <i>young</i>. Na?ve. Soft.
And me?
I was <i>older</i>. <i>Darker</i>. I had lived through things he never had to.
We were still close then. He still <i>cared</i> for me, still saw me as his brother. But that’s when things <i>changed</i>.
That’s when he started <i>listening</i> to them.
To his <i>parents</i>.
To the <i>pack elders</i>.
To all the voices whispering in his ear, telling him that I wasn’t <i>his brother</i>, that I wasn’t even a <i>person</i>. That I was the <i>evil inside him</i> given form.
At first, he ignored them.
He defended me.
But doubt... doubt is a <i>poison</i>.
And once it takes root, it spreads.
He started to <i>pull away</i>.
Started to <i>question</i>.
And eventually, he began to <i>block</i> the bond we shared—the bond that had once made us <i>one</i>.
But here’s what he never knew.
What no one <i>ever</i> knew.
The reason Kane was considered <i>good</i>, the reason he was able to be their <i>perfect son</i>, their <i>noble alpha</i>...
Was <i>because of me</i>.
Because all these years, I had <i>absorbed</i> his darkness.
All the rage.
All the anger.
All the <i>malevolence</i> that should have consumed him? I took it. I bore it.
I made sure <i>he never had to feel it</i>.
And now?
Now he was <i>abandoning me</i>.
Turning his back on the very thing that had kept him <i>pure</i>.
And for the first time...
I started to wonder.
What if I <i>stopped</i>?
What if I let him feel the <i>full weight</i> of what he truly was?
Would he still be their <i>golden boy</i> then?