Veal

"Your telling me I need to take my things off the wall?"
"Yes, you can't have your animal skins hanging all over the place when your uncle Bo gets here. He will have a conniption if he sees that stuff. Besides, they're starting to stink up your room."
"Are you serious? I killed all these critters my...self. Also, we bought air fresheners and fly traps last week. Remember."
"I know we did Aaron. I am not going to tell you again. Take them down. End of discussion! Okay?"
"Okay."
Today is a special day. The day my brother Bo will be arriving from India. My son Aaron and I are expecting his arrival by late evening. It has been thirty years since I'd last seen him. The final memory I possess of Bo revolves around a family reunion. During these special rendezvous, we discuss what we want to accomplish and set into motion within the next three decades.
You see, our family is a bit different. We are unique. We must feed upon the essence of youth. Their crimson sustenance must flow into us so we may add to our life force. Without this blessing our family structure would become weak and perish.
Our legacy is one of power. Humanities' print is one of slavery; a time line of war and decay. We are not in bondage like the masses. We are the masters. We are the one percent that controls the hearts, minds, and souls of the human race.
"Father, someone is at the door! Do you think its uncle?" Aaron yelled excitedly
"Well, why don't you find out?"
Aaron ran to the door with eagerness. Swinging it open wildly he saw there was a tall man standing in the dim fog of dusk. His features were strong. He was well proportioned, fair skinned and strikingly handsome.
"You must be Uncle Bo-Bo?"
"I most certainly am. And you little sir must be Aaron."
Aaron had never met nor even talked to his uncle. For, he was adopted. The life he lived prior was one of poverty and destitution. I was the one to introduce him to the love of a father, the finer things in life. I have given him everything a young boy could want.
I sang out "brother come! Let me see your face. It has been ages."
As my kin entered through the doorway, I paused. Looking back to my son, I spoke "Aaron run to your bedroom. I need to talk with your uncle about the reunion. We will be up shortly. I want to show him your room."
"Yes, Father. I cannot wait." He replied with the smile of a child.
After Aaron had left, I turned to my relation "So how was the trip my brother"
"It was nothing special. Although, I have built up quite a hunger"
"Very well then. Let us not keep dinner waiting."
In unison my brother and I turned to the direction of Aaron’s bedroom. The dinner bell had been rung.