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Will's Secret

"I know who sent those creatures over to kill Kyle and Corynne," Will said trying to breathe.

"Who?"

"Dracula," Melanie said helping the lady and the older gentleman to their feet.

"Perfect just perfect."

"Are you sure?" Aaron asked.

"Yes," Will said as he and Melanie helped the gentleman and the lady into chairs.

"What happened to you dad?" Will asked leading him into the bathroom to get his face cleaned up.

"We were attacked by vampires," Will answered as Ryan dabbed a cotton ball, drenched in peroxide, over his father's face. "We tried to get away until I got attacked by a werewolf and wound up getting cut all over my face."

"Wait, a werewolf did this to you?" Ryan asked.

"Yes and in two days time I will become one," Will said as he heard his name being yelled from the other room. They both ran into the other room to discover that the older gentleman was on the floor twitching, but when Ryan tried to help him the old man picked him up by the neck and threw him across the room. Ryan landed on the kitchen table and on a knife that was mysteriously sticking up. He stood up, went over to the old man, took the knife out of his chest and stabbed the old man in the chest. The old man screamed and turned to a pile of ash.

"He was a vampire?" Melanie asked as Ryan collapsed on the floor holding his bleeding chest.

"It takes awhile for the poison to turn someone," Aaron said as everyone looked at him. "I was married to a vampire, I should know."

"Is anything wrong with me?" the lady asked.

"I don't think so," Ryan said walking over to her and looking into their eyes. It was several minutes before he said, "nothing is wrong with you."

The lady grabbed Ryan's arm and he sank back down to her level. She placed a hand over Ryan's wound and he watched it miraculously disappear.

"You can heal?" Melanie asked astounded.

"Inherited from my parents," the lady asked. She stood up, shook her head and her back to expose beautiful white wings that had a span of eighteen feet.

"Wow! I have never met an angel before," Melanie said astounded.

"Not many people have," the lady said, "my name is Grace and I was sent by God himself to watch over you on your mission."

"Mission? What mission?" Melanie questioned.

"To kill Dracula," Will answered rather quickly. Awkward tension soon became evident in the room and he said, "I'm going to take a walk."

Melanie grabbed his arm before he left and asked, "Are you alright?"

Will stopped, looked into Melanie's eyes and said, "No I'm really not." And walked out.

Will walked the streets of Transylvania for a good hour before he came upon a beautiful young woman who seemed to just float from the sky down to Earth. She had long red wavy hair, her eyes glowed a yellow and for thirst, her arms were holding pieces of her pink flowing dress, and she landed on a pedestal on a stone wall. Her pink dress seemed to flow with grace, but it also flowed with sinister and malevolence.

"Look who is walking around all by himself," she said shaking her finger at her.

"What do you want?" he asked her impatiently.

"Your father is getting very impatient with you," she said sounding very disappointed.

"My father doesn't care the least for me," Will said as the lady stood up and floated her way onto the pavement. "Why should I care what he wants?"

"He wants the girl and whatever he wants he gets," she said taking on of her long nails and running along his jaw line, cutting him slightly.

"He won't get Melanie," Will said grabbing her arm and thrusting it away from his face. "I won't let him."

"You really don't have a choice," she said smiling as Will took her by the neck and slammed her into the stone wall she had been standing on.

"I guarantee you my father will not get my friend," Will said as she scratched him and he released her, "I will kill you all before he gets her."

"You tried to kill me the last time we had this encounter," she said laughing, "and that was over three hundred years ago."

"Despite what I have done in the past," Will said shuddering, "I will kill my father and I will kill you and whatever bride there is after you."

"You don't know how to kill him," she said smiling again. "That secret still lies with your father and you will never get it."

"I will find a way," Will said walking away from the woman.

"By the way," she said flying back up onto the stone wall, "we, meaning your father and everyone else, are having an annual ball..."

"You invite me to that every year and every year I say no," Will stated, "so what makes this year any different?"

"This year your father has requested you bring the girl," she said.

"I'm not bringing her!" Will said sternly almost instantaneously after she was done with her sentence.

"This year you don't have a choice," she said, "it's either you bring the girl or your father comes and gets her himself and I think you know what your father is capable of when he is angry."

Will was silent.

"So bring the girl or you will get a visit from your father," she said turning around and flying over the laughing hysterically in a high pitched laugh that could break glass and shatter ear drums.

Will stood there and pondered how the night would go if he brought Melanie to his father's castle. Melanie would surely die and then Will would have to battle his father with god only knows what, and then Will would be lost with her. He sighed heavily and turned around to head home when he looked up and saw Melanie standing there with a concerned look upon her face and Will stood there with a terrified look on his. Had Melanie been there the whole time? Did Melanie figure anything out?

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Will asked trying to hide his guilty face.

"I could ask you the same thing," Melanie said folding her arms.

"I told you I was going for a walk," Will answered casually and walking towards her. She grabbed his arm and swung him around.

"You're not getting off that easily," Melanie said, "who was the woman you were talking to?"

"No one," Will answered.

"Bullshit!" Melanie said as Will was bursting to tell her. "Who was she?"

"A friend of the family," Will said as Melanie moved forward.

"What family?" Melanie asked as Will stared into her eyes. "Who was she? And tell me the truth this time."

Will sighed and said, "She was my mother. My birth mother and she wanted me to bring you to this ball that she and my father are hosting tomorrow night."

"Well then let's go to the ball," Melanie said, but Will shook his head.

"If I bring you to that dance, you will die," Will said as Melanie's face became pale.

"How do you know?" Melanie asked as Will brought her over to a bench and sat her down.

"Every year, I would get an invitation to go to this ball and it would say bring a female guest and every year I would turn it down," Will said sighing again, "but this year I have to bring you or my father will come and take you to the ball himself. My father isn't something to toy with when he is angry."

"Why can't you just take me?" Melanie asked, "I can fight."

"Not this you can't," Will said as Melanie's face grew from concern to panic.

"Who will be there?" Melanie asked as Will grabbed her hands.

"Vampires, a lot of vampires," Will said as Melanie breathed a little easier.

"I've dealt with vampires before," Melanie said as Will was starting to lose his temper.

"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND," Will said angrily, "THESE VAMPIRES ARE HARDER TO KILL THAN THE NORMAL ONES AND THEY LIVE WITH MY FATHER IN HIS HOUSE SO THEY ARE TWICE AS STRONG. IF YOU WALK INTO THAT DANCE, YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE YOU WILL BE THE ONLY MORTAL THERE."

There was a pause and Will went back to review the sentence he had just said and suddenly realized that he had just reveiled himself as being a non-human to his best friend.

"You're not human?" Melanie asked as Will looked at her with pleading eyes.

"No," Will said, "I'm a half breed. Half human, half vampire."

Melanie sat there in confusion and tore her hands out of Will's and stood in front of him. "All this time we've been friends, through everything that has happened you are NOW telling me that you aren't human. Did Corynne know? How about Kyle? Did you tell them? What are you telling me this?"

"Because Mel, I love you and I don't want to see anything happen to you," Will said as Melanie started to walk away. Will ran up to her and faced her. "Mel if I take you to that dance, you will become something that I would rather not deal with."

Melanie continued to push through his grip until Will blurted out the sentence he had been wanting to say to her for the past five years.

"DRACULA IS MY FATHER!" Will yelled. Melanie turned around really slowly and faced Will with a solemn look on her face; she was ready to break down into tears.

"What?" she asked in a low voice.

"Dracula is my father," Will said again as Melanie stared into his eyes and ran off in the opposite direction. Will wanted to run off to get her, but he figured that she was best to be left alone. As Will wondered back to the house, he wondered if Melanie would ever forgive him for what he had said to her and he wondered if his own son would forgive him. All these things went through his head as he stood by the front door of his house. How was he ever going to build that trust between him and Melanie and would there be any trust left to salvage?