"How are you alive?" Philomena asked.
It was a recurring question. I had asked such a question, and so did Solomon. The fact that my father was alive after he had died over a thousand years ago was confusing. His bones must have decayed completely before anybody could find out where we buried him—or had the person seen where we had laid him to rest? That question bugged me.
Enoch stood dumbfounded. He was surprised and also shocked to see Father in our living room. He knew now that his time with Philomena would be coming to an end. Or would it? Father didn't look like he was ready to fight for Mother. He seemed calm about the situation, and that completely shocked me.
Father was seld
I placed the key into the lock and twisted it. The silver chains fell off Zack's hand and landed on the floor. He looked at me, surprised. I was doing him a favor. I didn't want to release him sooner, but I had no choice. Something changed my mind—someone rather; Faith. "You are letting me go?" He asked, surprised. "Yes, Zaccheus," I replied. "Why?" He asked. Faith had made me realize something. To be a good father, I had to do what was right. I had to be good. If being a good father had to be this way, I would do it for her. She was the new pillar of my life. Her and Hope. They held me up and kept me going. I had to repay Hope for believing in me.
I walked into the field with Solomon, dressed up for training. Today was a Friday, and it was awkward to have a training session after school. I couldn't blame the coach because we had a game the next day. I didn't need to worry, and I knew we would easily beat them. We had four supernaturals on our team. The math was simple enough. We met coach waiting for us on the pitch. He was in his normal dress; a black T-shirt, a pair of white shorts, a red baseball cap on his head, and a blue whistle around his neck. He looked too casual. I didn't need to read his mind to know he lived recklessly outside. He looked like a party type. "Okay, ladies," he greeted. "Let's get on with it. You know the drills." We lined up and began jogging around the field. I wondered how long
I jerked awake and looked at my surroundings. It was definitely confusing. I was still in the parking lot. I stood from the ground and held my head, trying to recall what happened. My head was foggy. Then, everything came flooding in. Twins had attacked me, and they had magic. How was that possible? I guessed Jocelyn and Zion weren't the only twins with magic anymore. This was getting weird. After months of peace, trouble had finally arrived. I was surprised because I was expecting this. Evil never slept. Evil was an unending force, and so was good, love, and hate. I got into my Audi and slammed the door in frustration. I sighed and placed the key into the car's ignition. I started the vehicle and revved the engine. Switching the gears, I exited the parking lot and halted the car. I switched the gear again and stepped on th
Everybody sat down on the couch, trying to recover from what had just happened. The magic twins had attacked us, and only the girl had dealt with us. We were five pure vampires and two powerful chanters. How could she have beaten us so quickly? Well, not too easily, to be frank. We did stress her. Jocelyn and Zion did. They were our saviors whenever witches or people with magic attacked us.We were all hell-bent on knowing who they were. That was the first way to learn to defeat someone. You had to find out their true identity. I learned that the hard way when facing Silas. At least the twins didn't wear masks or hoods to cover their faces."Who were those guys?" Hope asked, holding Faith.I was glad Faith was safe. Those twins had come for her. I felt that their reason for
The doorbell sounded as I was seated on the couch with father. I was with Faith in my arms and was also explaining to him what had happened to her. We also talked about what had happened when he wasn't around. I told him about the adventures I and Solomon had and the death that piled up each time we left.We were wicked, deadly. Well, I was the one that did most of the killing. Solomon only took lives when it was necessary. Like if someone threatened two of us, attacked us, or tried to harm me. He had my back throughout the years until we had separated. I eventually went on killing because I had nobody to tame me. I didn't expect to see him the night after the day I had returned to Winekove.The doorbell sounded again, and Father sighed, standing to his feet. I chuckled as he made his way to the door. On his way, I heard him curse mo
I sat on the porch with my father with a bottle of alcohol in my hand. Father had come to see Philomena. She had refused to talk to anyone since Enoch died. I wondered why she would be obsessed with another man when we knew she still loved our father. I could see it in her eyes.Father had almost broken through but had been stopped by Enoch, who had to pick Philomena. It looked like they were going somewhere. I guessed that Mother had been trying to escape from the guilt once more. Eventually, Father and Enoch got into a fight. It would have cost Enoch his life if mother hadn't stepped in on time.Father had to let go, and he fled. He hadn't visited the house until today. He had come to see Philomena, but she didn't want to talk to her either. She must be pretty sad. We didn't need this now. Enoch's life had been taken by two t
The house had been quiet after that. I sat down at the fireplace to contemplate all Karavaev just told us. It was unbelievable, but it was a relief. Some of the things he told us had been scary, but we found a way to recover—at least, not everybody.Hope was still sad that she had magic but couldn't unlock it. Little did she know she was not the first Quetet I fell in love with. Mary Sherringham was. They didn't look the same, but the frizzled hair was irreplaceable. Mary and I had sex once before she died. If she didn't die, we could have had a child together. I froze.The glass of alcohol in my hand started shaking. I was supposed to have a child with Mary, but she was killed before the seed had the chance to germinate. The anger I felt that she had been killed when I returned from feeding that night erupted again in me.
I stepped out of the Audi after parking it in the garage. I walked back into the house and headed straight to the fireplace. The bottle of alcohol was seated on the table, waiting to be touched. I picked it up and poured myself a drink. I picked up the glass and walked up to the couch. Solomon and Jocelyn were seated there talking. Maybe they were trying to solve the problem hovering over their relationship. I walked back to the fireplace and sat down. I held the armchair as I drank from the glass. We had just returned from a hectic day of school. Well, I wouldn't call it hectic because vampires couldn't feel stressed. We were like a nuclear reactor; we couldn't be worn out easily. So sad we couldn't say the same for Jocelyn and Zion. They grumbled when they entered the car on our way home. It was a boring day at school. Nothing