Misunderstood

Griffin

Harper and I had made a deal..a strong one at that. I was alone, in need of someone to help me, and she was trapped, in need of a key. It worked out perfectly. Sure, it was a little risky, but if she's my date...father will let her into whatever he wants. She may get released..or entangled into his dirty work. We will just have to wait and see.

Getting in my car to head back home, I noticed a van pulling in, as I knew exactly who was in it. Tearing at my curiousity, it got the best of me. I got out of the driver's seat, just as a certain white haired ray of sunshine got dragged out, "Ah! If it isn't the werewolf king himself!" I teased, smirking. He looked up at me, looking like crap. He had red eyes from crying, I assume, purple bruises around his arms, probably where Rodrigez and Davids had handled him. "Shut up, Griffin. I know what you did! I know what you are!" There was a familiar taste in his voice, one I knew quite too well...murder.

I ran a hand through my dusty blonde hair, my blue-green eyes turning purple, "You will comply to whatever the doctors have you do.." I said to him, as I made sure he was looking straight at me. He nodded, "Yes, Griffin..." He looked as if he were in a trance, and of course he was. One of the benefits of being a vampire. I get to compell my victims. I dusted them off, looking at my reflection in the car window.

My father still thinks I'm a human, considering he and my mother both are, but thats not the whole truth. Once, when I was younger, I went venturing off into Demeter Forest, which is now a hotspot for mystical creatures. I remember running from a dark shadow, chasing behind me, before completely consuming me, and pain drilling through my entire body..all emitting from my neck.

Later that day, I realized I had been turned whenever I teleported into the kitchen from my bedroom. Another obvious sign was the infected set of teeth-shaped holes in my neck. Yeah, quite lovely when you ask the victim. I knew that if my father ever found out, I'd be tested on like the rest of the endangered creatures getting locked up and tortured. That wasn't the life for me.

Eventually, I made it home, following my usual routine of informing Mr. Wadsworth that my father would be late, and then insisting on fending for myself for dinner..but something unusual happened. I was changing my clothes, when I focused on a family picture on the wall, from when I was younger. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, dressed nicely, and smiling with my disfunctional family. My father hadn't had the eyepatch yet, so you could see both of his blue eyes, under the bridge of skin carrying itself over his eyes. My mother, now that I realized it, had cuts and bruises all over herself, but covered them up with makeup as hard as she could...it was my father's fault that she was dead.

I watched him beat her to death with my own two eyes, in our living room when I had come downstairs to get some milk. It was late at night..I shouldn't have even been awake, but I was. I was locked out of myself, lost in a space I could only excuse for misery, until it was interrupted by cold water getting splashed on my face.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I wondered if I would ever face the same fate as my mom..she was innocent, and caring, and beautiful. I don't understand why my father would do such a thing...Pushing these thoughts away, I walked into my bedroom and laid on my bed, before getting a text message from an unknown number. Probably my dad:

-Be home early tommorow. We have a business associate coming for dinner and I want you dressed nice and be polite.-

I scoffed, putting my phone down. I really liked the schedule we have now. Why do we have to change it for some other 'doctor' running the organization in another state? It was going to be a disguised argument, like every conversation is. I drifted to sleep, just wanting to erase the events that had happened today...especially with Kenzie.

I had a dream, a horrid, terrible dream..but it wasn't alien...I had had it before. My mother, looking at me with a smiling face on my wedding day, standing next to Mckenzie Antionette Smith. The most beautiful girl in the world, but even prettier in a wedding dress. My mother looked at me proudly, "I'm so glad I've lived to see this day.." she whispered, as she hugged me. Once she pulled away, I noticed something horrifying in her eyes...the reflection of my father murdering her. Slowly, the blood appeared all over her, the cuts, the bruises..she looked awful..she fell to the ground, a horrifying image of my father standing over her, with a knife to Kenzie's throat. This was not happening..it was just a dream..he put her body next to my mother's...it IS JUST A DREAM!

That was the last thing I thought before waking up, my flesh and blood father standing over me.

"You were screaming." He hissed.