Saber's POV
"Are either of you going to explain to me what all of this is about?" Saber questioned, his friends almost carrying him to his bedroom. "And what is happening to me right now?"
"All of this is about your real family," flopping down on the end of the bed, Theo hesitated, looking at Davina."You're kind of, um, a, ah, vampire."Genevieve's comment about fantasy creatures made more sense. Thought he had hallucinated. Took him a minute to realize the laughter was coming from himself."I'm what?""Your parents are fae." No smile or hints of deception ran across Davina's face as those words rang in his head."Your mother, Saoirse Fearmist was a witch and your father, Gavril Thorne, is a vampire. Vampire King, actually."An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Unsure how to respond, he looked back and forth between his friends until Theo attempted to continue explaining."Four years before you weAlexander's POV "I don't understand all this fuss over missing a phone call" Principal Harvard dropped into his desk chair; slamming shut as Alexander went to close the blinds.Lies were something he was good at detecting. A power most of their lineage had was knowing when someone was lying or being deceitful. A powerful ability to have when you are responsible for the lives of so many people.Manifested differently in everyone though. In Malcolm Fearmist, his grandfather developed as a sense of smell. Told him once deceit smelled of vinegar and lies reeked of durian fruit. Relieved that never developed the same way for him. Instead, it made him nauseous; which was only slightly better. Frequently chewing on mints or gum to ease the sensation.One can hide things without lying. Took a skilled individual to maneuver around his abilities. The Sacred One was talented enough though he never understood why she would have to lie to any of them
"Yes. But you are already aware of this.""Why?""Everything she has worked so hard to hide is starting to slip through the cracks. Several millennia worth of lies crumbling down around her. Knowing how many people will be angry with her once they realize.""What lies? Realize what?""She didn't create the fae, at least not by herself. Actually, she probably created the least out of all of us and most of what she did doesn't exist anymore."Looking at him, she let out a sigh. Shock and confusion mixed on his face as her words sank in. Everyone listened to her word as law with the belief we owed her our existence. Believing her power was unmatched, and we would suffer without her. How much have we suffered with her? Saber and Genevieve were separated from their family, their people, for nothing?"Us?""Our brothers and sister. Moira, your sacred one, is my eldest sister. Six of us in total. Used to be more of our kind, still might be.
Genevieve's POVGenevieve wasn't sure how much of this was a dream anymore. The red-headed woman in the forest she can never reach has plagued her dreams as far back as she remembered. Yet here she was again. Arms waving, the long gray dress, the fog. Always the same no matter what she did. Until now. Someone else was here. A shadow in the fog she barely made out.Curiosity getting the better of her, she walked towards the shadow. Disappearing and reappearing somewhere else in the fog anytime she got close until something bumped into her. Whipping her head around, she came face to face with Saber. Was this really a dream? Fear crept up at the thought. Realizing if this weren't a dream, she no longer had a clue which direction lead them out of the fog.She always ran in a straight line through. Not chasing something around inside. A massive cliff hungclose toa thousand feet above the ocean to the right of
Seth's POVBy the time he left, it was after 10:30 pm. Being with her again was great, but his conscience was eating him alive since he still had to lie to her. Of course, he was aware of her adoption.But if he told her who he really was, he would never be allowed near her again, let alone hold her in his arms. If he told her he was working for the person responsible for her mother's death, the reason she had been put through all of this, she would never look at him the same.If he explained himself, he wasn't sure she would ever forgive him for not even using his real name. Then again, he wasn't supposed to love her.She had ascended. Plain to see just by looking at her. To everyone else, she looked the same, but being closer to her than anyone else, the subtle differences were unmistakable.Her eyes were darker than the normal Caribbean water blue. They were turning the deep, blue color of s
Marius's POV Ambrose would be here any minute. Information had told him that the female twin had changed, but he wanted to find out if she knew which powers she received. If she received anything similar to her mother's abilities, she would be powerful. Saoirse had been one of the most powerful descendants of the first witch, so naturally, her daughter would be strong.But Saoirse had been tough to catch and it wasn't going to help at all that powers became stronger if passed directly to a child. Also, the fact that the Alliance was developing advanced ways to strengthen every power. Now he was growing more scared because they were also developing new ways to protect the fae. So, they had to spend more time on ways to bypass the amulets rather than training. Saoirse was hard enough.The male, on the other hand, was like his father. Unpredictable, dangerous, and never wanting to follow the rules. On top of that, he h
Ambrose's POV No surprise Marius had a heads up about Gen. So many people were under his command Ambrose couldn't keep track of their faces. Any number of them may be enrolled at the high school."She's a witch," his fingers rolling into a ball as the man's eyes lit up; the corners of his mouth curling up."Has she found out about her family?" Probably been informed of that answer, too. After Alucard's escape, Marius began testing his honesty."Aware of the adoption at least. Not sure what other information was given to her." That wasn't a lie; wasn't exactly the truth either. All security had been doubled at her house by the time he had arrived. Both Gen's adoptive parents and protectors were still at the house when he left; guilt radiating off every one of them."Does she have any knowledge about the boy?""Never mentioned him.""My sources say they have met," skeptical amber eyes burning into his.
Genevieve's POVHearing soft knocks on her door gave her hope, for just a moment, everything had all been a horrible nightmare. That her mother was coming in to wish her a happy birthday and her life was normal again. But the guilt in the woman's eyes as she walked into the room proved it wasn't."You should come down and eat something," the words came out no louder than a whisper."Was anything real? Eighteen years of pretending to be my parents." Tears welled up in her eyes. It was hard to look at her. All her life they had held her, told her they loved her, that she was able to be anything and do anything. All because someone else ordered them to. Knowing everyone else had plans for her outside of her own."Gen, we never lied to you about how much we cared about you. We wanted to tell you about the adoption but were ordered not to. Your father and I raised you as our own. Loved you as if you were our own flesh and blood."
Saber's POVSunlight beamed through the windows, making Saber's eyes burn as he opened them. Imagined this was how going through boot camp was. Every muscle in his body sore and weak. Making getting out of bed a chore. But he was hungry so staying in bed wasn't an option.Clothing clung to him and reeked of sweat. The warm water felt incredible as he washed the stink away. Stepping out of the shower, he finally began to look around the room. Always had decent eyesight, but this was different. Everything was clear and incredibly detailed, noticing things he had never paid attention to before.His eyes hurt a little as if he were using them for the first time. Must be a result of his change along with everything else hurting. Getting dressed, he headed to find the kitchen. Came as no surprise neither of his parents were home. Did this mean he never had to deal with Alan again? Best birthday present ever.Raiding the refrigerator