The car stopped in front of the gate of a large house, in the most exclusive district of the city, where only wealthy businessmen and celebrities lived. The Golden District. His house. This is where he belonged. The driver admired the area and with good reason. The district, located on a hill, offered picturesque views of the city skyline. This place was not only distinguished by the luxury and size of the houses but also by the abundance of gardens and parks. A tall, blond woman stood in front of the gate, waiting for them. As soon as the car stopped, he approached her and started talking to the driver, who presented the bill for the ride. Jayden got out of the car and hugged his mother as the taxi drove away.

"What were you thinking, Jayden?!" the woman sobbed, but after a while, she smiled gently at her son. "By the way, I didn't know you already paid for the taxi." The boy was surprised; he didn't pay for the course, but they both ignored it and went into the house. My father stood on the stairs, dressed in a light shirt and suit pants. From him, Jayden inherited his height, slim figure, and partly his character. The man was a pedant who loved order and tidiness, which was in contrast to his wife, a real hostess who organized wonderful parties. Jayden had often wondered how they got together.

"What were you thinking?!" the father looked at his son. "Disappear all night without notice. That's not how we raised you." His hazel eyes radiated anger and worry. Jayden excused himself and they went into the living room where his mother prepared dinner. The room was large, with a huge, dark wooden table large enough for ten people. The cream tiles harmonized nicely with the light walls and brown wainscoting. One of the walls was glass, which allowed one to admire the well-kept garden and the panorama of the city. The silence was broken by the younger sister, who almost ran into the living room. She was like a female copy of Jayden: a slim, pale, tall girl with her mother's very blond hair. The only difference was her eyes, inherited from her father, while Jayden's from his mother.

"Jayden!" she exclaimed with joy, and out of character she also became involved with her mother. "Have you been wandering around all night? Stalking girls, hehe?" she joked, but her father quickly assessed her with a look. The boy denied it.

"I was... at a friend's house. We were watching a movie and... I fell asleep. I'm sorry," Jayden lied and felt terrible, but no one believed him, and he preferred not to worry about his family. His father ran a hand through his short, brown hair. They ate dinner, talking happily. His sister, Becky, made a sarcastic comment from time to time. The boy ate slowly, trying to feel any changes, but he felt nothing. He snorted.

"Ridiculous," he said quietly to himself, smiling. This whole nightmare was over, now all he wanted to do was forget about this event. He heard the door open and stiffened.

"What do you want?" the boy said coldly to his sister, who sat on the floor in front of his bed, smiling from ear to ear. "What?"

"Well, the parents can't hear, so…" she started cheerfully, "What's her name?" the boy blushed, which was the answer she was waiting for.

"What? There's no 'her'. I told you I was at a friend's house," he replied nervously, lying wasn't one of his strong suits. The girl moved closer, becoming even more curious.

"You even put your contacts in!" she laughed. Jayden was even more confused, how could he explain to her that it wasn't the lenses but his eyes that had suddenly become different?

"I've always wanted to try it," he lied, staring at the garden.

"Sure" the girl rolled her eyes, not believing her brother, she got up and went to the bookshelf and started looking for something there. Jayden ignored her and continued to lie on the bed until he heard his sister moan.

"What happened?" he asked nervously, stood up, and walked over to her.

"I cut myself on the paper," she laughed, showing her bloody finger, then put it in her mouth, the boy grimaced, "it hurts like hell."

"Go get a patch and don't-" Before he finished the sentence, he flinched, his whole body went stiff, he didn't know what was happening to him. It was as if all his senses were focused on the bloody finger. His vision went black, and before he knew it, he was on top of his sister, biting her wrist. Becky screamed in pain, her brother reflexively knocking her in the head. The mother entered the room and started screaming at what she saw. Jayden lunged at her, throwing her against the wall in one move. The woman fell unconscious and bleeding.

"What's going on-" Jayden grabbed his head, for a moment he began to understand what was happening, but he quickly lost control when he saw more blood. He slowly moved towards his mother.

"Jayden?!" the father screamed, he was shaking, and he fell to his knees terrified "What is happening here?!" he stood up and attacked his son but he had no chance against him, he was easily knocked to the ground. He looked at his father once again with blood-red eyes. He wanted more blood. More. Suddenly something threw the boy to the floor. The boy screamed in pain.

"You're back, Jayden?" a familiar voice asked him.

"C...Clare?" he looked at her in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost. The girl turned his head towards her unconscious mother and then towards her sister, who was looking at him like a monster.

"Jay…den?" the girl was in despair, her eyes were filled with fear and madness. Tears flowed down his cheeks, he couldn't believe what had happened. He fell to his knees and looked at his bloody hands.

"My...son...is a monster?" father whispered to himself in disbelief.

"I did it?" he said coldly "Me?" he looked at his sister, who was shaking her head as if in a frenzy.

"Mom... Dad?" she whispered, sobbing.