Author's Warning: This chapter is bloody. If you have any sensitivities to gore, read at your own risk or ask someone to sum it up for you in the comments.
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My head was spinning.
"I thought you were dead..."
My mother smiled.
"Well, technically speaking, I am."
My eyebrows furrowed and she scoffed.
"I'm a Vampire, darling. Don't you get it?"
I felt my heart begin to beat wildly in my chest.
She thought about it for a moment.
"A little over eleven years, I should think," the man said.
She nodded in agreement.
"Who is this?" I asked her, pointing him.
"Viktor, meet my daughter Evelyn. Evelyn, this is my brother, Viktor."
"Brother?" I asked incredulously. "You never mentioned-"
"How could I?" She interrupted. "I never even told your father that I came from a family of Vampires until I myself became one."
She stepped towards me slowly.
"You never wondered why I lost so much weight? Or why I never left the house? Evelyn, dear, I thought you were so much brighter than that..."
"Dad told me that you were sick and that you had surgery," I said, stuttering over my words.
She raised an eyebrow at this.
"Sick?" She asked. "Yes, I suppose he probably did think Vampirism was a sickness. I tried for years to convince him to let me turn him, but he never obliged."
"So you were never addicted to painkillers?" I asked her.
"No, darling. I'm addicted to blood."
I shook my head in disbelief. My brain couldn't process the information quick enough.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked her, suddenly coming to my senses.
"You should ask your father-in-law," Viktor said, walking over to stand beside my mother.
"Yes," my mother agreed. "Congratulations on your big day, by the way. I would've liked an invitation."
Bitterness laced her sarcastic tone.
"You were missing," I said through clenched teeth.
"That was my fault," Viktor said. "I'm afraid that after we set your house aflame, we had to migrate for a while until we could get a proper plan in place."
"You're the one who did that?" I asked.
He nodded, smiling.
"Did you get my flowers?"
"The tulips?" I asked. "That was your doing too? How did you get into the palace?"
"Again, ask your father-in-law. He's the one who put the bloody flowers there for us."
Everything was crashing down all at once, all of the pieces beginning to fit together.
"Why are you here?" I asked slowly.
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COMPLETED - To Evelyn Schubert the thought of having a predetermined soulmate seemed a bit far-fetched. Lucky for her, this was an old practice amongst her kind thousands of years ago and is outdated for a modern-day Lycanthrope. Unlucky for her, he...