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Chapter 15: The Origin

Chapter 15 The Origin

I slowly inched away from the terrifying man that stood behind me. They were all still staring down the street. I guess I could go home. It’s not like Krepsley or any of his followers Iris talked about can hurt me because of the magic. I wonder why they live in the same place. If Krepsley lived on the other side of the world she couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. What is Krepsley doing here?

Before I could attempt to answer my own question a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I let out an involuntary shriek. I clenched at my chest as the wave of fear and adrenalin washed through my body.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to give you a fright.” Iris’s father said. He didn’t look like the monstrous brute I saw moments before but the huge grin he was wearing creeped me the hell out.

“Yeah.” My voice was shaky. Was I really this big of a coward?

“Father what are you doing out here?”  Iris asked taking her eyes off the street for the first time.

“I couldn’t get any work done with all the chaos going on earlier. When it suddenly got deathly quiet I decided to investigate.” Something was wrong with this guy. Was he trying to sound like Sherlock Holmes or something?

“Oh, well it’s fine now. You can get back to your work.” Iris told him.

“Trying to get rid of me? I’ve been down in that room for almost a year now. I don’t think it would hurt any if I took a break.”

A year? Well Iris did say once she slept for over ten years so I guess it wasn’t impossible to stay up for a year. Do vampires even have to sleep? Pressure on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. His hand was still on my shoulder.

“What’s your name my boy?” Iris’s father asked me with calculating eyes.

“Aleck…Aleck Dudley.” I told him.

“Nice to meet you Aleck.” He let go of my shoulder and took my hand. Shaking it vigorously.  When he let go of my hand he abruptly said. “So anyone else hungry?”

He was answered with shrugs and raised eyebrows.

Once again I was led into this house. The kitchen was in the heart of the house and it looked similar to my grandmother’s. White painted wood cabinets, white linoleum floors lined with black, black place mats and grey granite counter tops. All it was missing was flour and sugar jars with rosters on them.

Iris father went straight for the fridge and started pull things out. I couldn’t tell what he had pick out but as soon as it hit the pan the smell gave it away. Glorious bacon and eggs. After a few minutes he placed a plate full on the table. Everyone dug in except Iris and Roger. 35 piled bacon on his plate and then glared at me.  I saw this as a challenge so I piled my plate too.  

“Now I bet you have been wondering what kind of work do I do.” Iris’s father said after a while.

I looked to him. I had already forgot what was said about him early. “Ah…no. Not really.” His whole face fell after I said that. I guess he takes a lot of pride in his work but nobody cares.

“Hmm…Well you see it’s very important and interesting work I do.” He said proudly and then winked at Iris. “I’m sure my flower has told you all about us. That we used to be human and all. That our human bodies were transformed into the ones you see today. Just from a transfusion of vamperic blood…”

 Iris cut him off saying. “Will you get to the point already! No one wants to hear your long winded speeches.” Then she rolled her eyes.

 He frowned at her. Then he walked over to her and placed his hand on her. Ruffling her hair. “I don’t know when you became a crabby old woman.” He said with a hearty laugh.