Hello to you all sexy potatoes! If you're reading this, I'm glad you've gotten this far.
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I was in a dark room. My hands were strapped behind my back and I had a piece of cloth in between my teeth that kept me from forming a coherent sentence. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I could feel my hair sticking to my face. All I could feel was panic. My feet were trembling, my hands shaking; I tried to scream but it came out more like a muffled groan.
My eyes wandered around trying to make of my surroundings but there was nothing.
I heard footsteps coming from my right and I turned my head so quickly that I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash.
The lights came on and I blinked furiously trying to adjust my eyes to the streak of light from above me.
"Hello Stephanie," I recognized that voice. But I didn't know from where.
I backed up into the wall as much as I could, hoping that it would just swallow me up.
He was a tall handsome man with broad shoulders and long lean legs. His hands were in his jean pockets, but I couldn't see his face.
It was blurred, but I was able to make out some features from where I was sitting. Strong, set jawline, full pink lips, narrow bridged nose, green eyes and black hair. I tried to blink. I tried to get a better view of who this man was and what he was doing.
His fingers were rough on my skin as he pulled the cloth from my mouth.
"Who are you?" I asked with a shaky voice.
When I looked up, his face was much clearer and I gasped at how incredibly handsome he was. His green eyes popped with the dark lashes surrounding his eyes and I could see a stubble growing on his chin.
"It'll only take a while for you to figure out," his green orbs shone like marbles.
"Where am I? Why am I here? What do you want with me?" I could feel the tears build up but I refused to let them fall.
"You're in the Santos's original house," he told me calmly while making his way over to a chair in front of me that I failed to notice before.
Santos... As in Max Santos? This can't be right.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, my voice stronger then before.
"I mean that this is where it all started." He said and I stared at him intently. My breaths were uneven and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I don't know why, but even though he was handsome, his eyes held some kind of darkness to them.
"You see, you're not who you think you are. Your entire life has been a lie. Your parents aren't who you thought they were. Even your younger brother doesn't know who he is." His mouth shifted into a smirk.
My head was spinning. His words weren't making sense and I was positive that my heart would jump out of my chest any second now.
I didn't respond, I just stared at him. His green orbs were tracing my body. I was shaking again. Not because he made uncomfortable, but because I was angry.
I was stuck in room with a man that I have
never met in my life. My hands were tied behind my back, it was hot, my ass was hurting from sitting on the floor too much, and I wasn't getting any answers from the prick in front of me. Instead, he was speaking in riddles.
"Let me out." Every word I spoke was laced with venom and it was all directed at him, but he seemed unfazed.
"Not until I explain why you're here."
Finally some answers!
"Do you believe in vampires Stephanie?" His question surprised me and I let out a forced laugh.
"You mean those creatures on tv that have fangs and bite people on the neck?" I scoffed. "No, I don't."
He smiled. Not a smile that would cause your heart to melt. He looked like a wild animal about to feed on his prey.
"I see," was all he said. His eyes never left mine, but I wasn't about to be the first to look away. That would show weakness. I'm not one to back down.
"It all started in 1493," he started, "when the first vampire showed up in Russia. It was a beautiful woman with blonde hair that cascaded down her back, piercing blue eyes and a body that left any man to drool when she walked by. But inside she was a monster ready to kill. Vampires weren't made to walk in the day, otherwise we would burn. The slightest touch to the rays of the sun and our skin would sizzle like steak on a grill. She hunted her prey at night until one of the original witches showed up and offered her a deal," he paused to examine my expression but I remained neutral.
"The witches were being hunted at that time by men that believed witchcraft was a sin and that no child of God should perform it. It was an act of cruelty for them. There was a thin line between good witches and bad witches. Good witches helped those in need. They cured the sick and made medicinal potions for those who couldn't afford it. The bad witches didn't care about humanity. They believed that humans are weak and weakness should not be something to live with. Everyday the number of dead people increased due to the bad witches. They gained their name The Satanic because of their bad intentions on this Earth. The good and the bad weren't different in appearance. They all blended in when they went out. That was something that they were proud of. Nobody knew the difference between being a human or a witch. The bad intentions of The Satanic caused a stir with all the witches in Russia. That's when men called Witch hunters appeared. Those men killed anyone who made the slightest wrong move. If someone showed a sign of witchcraft, that person was burned alive."
"Are you telling me that all of the fiction that I read as a kid isn't fiction at all?" I interrupted.
He ignored me and continued on with his story.
"It is said that the most powerful witch at the time caught Elisse draining someone of their humanity. Elsa, the witch, did nothing to stop it and instead begged for help. Can you imagine? Even the most powerful being at the time showed signs of weakness." He shook his head, "This peaked Elisse's interested. Elsa wanted protection and that's what she got. In return Elisse got a necklace that allowed her to walk in the sunlight. That spell has only been performed by the descendants of Elsa and no one else." He sat back in the chair and stared at the wall behind me. It was like he reliving all of this.
"Ever since 1493 it was known that vampires could not reproduce but that all changed in the year of 1995," he looked at me through a veil of dark eyelashes, "that's when you were born. Both your parents were vampires, Stephanie. You're the first born of our kind to have ever existed since 1493." His eyes held a mischievous glint.
"You're lying! You have to be lying! If this is some kind of joke, you got me good, all right?! Now let me go! This isn't funny anymore!" I sneered. I thrashed against the ropes around my wrists trying to free them from behind me.
I was going crazy. This was all crazy. Vampires? Witches? This has to be some kind of sick joke if this guy just said that my parents were bloodsucking demons. It has got to be a joke.
I was hyperventilating.
"Calm down Stephanie."
"Calm down?! How the hell do you want me to be calm when you have me tied up in a dark room and a man that I have never met in my life, is talking about my parents being vampires?!" I yelled hysterically.
"It's the truth and you will have to learn to accept it eventually. The reason as to why you haven't craved blood is because your mother was half human and half vampire. She was an experiment in the late 1700s. Scientists were trying to clone the vampire species so that they could find out what they were. But their experiment went wrong at some point and accidentally crossed the DNA of a vampire with the DNA of a human. A mortal species and an immortal species coming together for the first time in history." This time he was looking at me. His gaze pierced through me like a needle and I couldn't look away.
"She craved blood like all vampires. Your mother had all the physical abilities as any other vampire; she was strong, fast, had the ability to control and read minds. But just like humans, she had a beating heart and working lungs. Your mother was able to reproduce. Years later she met your father. He knew what she was the instant he saw her since he studied our kind for a living. Your father begged your mother to turn him so that they could spend the rest of eternity together," he rolled his eyes as if saying that my parents were idiots for being in love.
"Their love was one of a kind. Your parents were willing to kill whoever tried to come between them. Eventually, the council decided to leave them alone. After all, love wasn't a crime. Council members believed that eventually the attraction for one another would end and they'd follow their own paths, like every other vampire was believed to do so, but they were wrong." His green orbs turned a darker shade of green.
He was angry.
"That's when your parents moved here in the year of 1960, I believe. None of the council members were able to trace their location and peace had finally found it's way back to us. Your parents were smart actually," he smiled at me. "They chose this ghost town to hide in. They knew that no one would be able to find them. It was as if it was all planned." I didn't know if I should be scared of him or worried.
"They adapted to a new life. Instead of human blood, they developed an animal blood diet which kept their strength going. Council members only thought to look in the big cities because that's where we would hear most animal reports in. It all made sense at the time. Your parents were blood suckers, so why not go to a place where you can feed all you want? It was a human buffet!" He cried out.
"It wasn't until recent years that we got a report about Elisabeth and Mark with children. We couldn't believe it. Two children from the same bloodline as a vampire. Until, of course, we find that Adrian was adopted as a baby since they didn't want to take a risk and raise suspicions, which I fully understand." His eyes never left my wide eyes.
"Now you know who you are darling. This is who you have to accept from now on. This is what you have to cope with." He flashed his pearly whites and that was the last thing I saw before everything went dark again.
"Stephanie!" Someone yelled off in the distance.
"Stephanie!" The voice came again, followed by a hand placed on my arm.
My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to my surroundings. I was back in my room and I have never been so relieved in my life.
It was all a dream.
My breaths were uneven, my hands and feet were ice cold, and my forehead was covered in sweat.
Max and Kelly were on either side of my bed with worried looks on their faces.
"Thank god. We thought you were dead!" Screamed Kelly from my right. "Don't scare us like that again!"
I looked over to my left and saw that Max wore an expression of worry as well, but his eyes said something else. Like he knew what it was.
Slowly, I sat up in my bed and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.
"Guys I'm fine, it was just a nightmare, don't worry," I smiled at them.
"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to shower," I said getting up, pulling off the covers from my sweaty body and grabbed a clean towel from the closet.
Once I was inside, I couldn't stop replaying the dream.
The man's handsome face and broad shoulders. His green eyes and long fingers. His words.
What I caught on to the most was when he mentioned that we were in the Santos's household.
I have to find out what that meant. I needed to find out and I was going to, no matter how crazy I would sound.
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I have to admit, this was a hard chapter. I had writers block and it was all so frustrating but I got through it!
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Who do you think the handsome tall man was? (;
What do you think will happen next?
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