I am SO sorry for not updating quicker! I posted this on Monday and it didn't show up! But anyway this chapter is for crystal-unicorn! Thank you and I like your stories too! Also I agree that Anne Rice really should written about Daniel more. Daniel fans of the world unite!
Daniel was watching CSI that night when the doorbell rang. "Daniel can you get that?" Angela asked.
"Sure," Daniel said turning off the TV and getting up from the couch going to the door. When he opened it he was surprised by who he found behind it.
It was a young man—twenty one at the most—with wild auburn hair and deep dark brown eyes. He wore black pants, a black suit coat buttoned up, and a white dress shirt underneath the coat.
He certainly looked out of place here. He looked like he belonged in some ritzy uptown place.
"Hello," Daniel said. "Can I help you?"
"Yes you can," The young man said. "I have something that I need to discuss with a Miss Angela Christopher and Daniel Araceli."
"Oh…um…OK," Daniel said stepping away from the door. "Come on in." The stranger did so and Daniel closed the door after him. Daniel lead him to the living room and said, "Just sit down and I'll go get my mom." The young man nodded and Daniel left the room to get Angela in the kitchen where she was putting away dishes.
When he told her what was going she was as confused as he was. "I don't know why he wants to talk with us," She said, "but it can't hurt to find out I suppose." So she and Daniel went back to the living room where they found the young man sitting perfectly at ease. Angela and Daniel sat down on the couch and turned to face him.
"I take it you are Miss Christopher?" The young man said.
"Yes I am," Angela said. "You said you wanted to talk to my son and I?" The young man nodded.
"I wanted to talk to you about the matters of your adoption of Daniel Avor Araceli," He said.
"Why?" Angela said. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Yes there is," The young man said. "Don't worry though. It wasn't anyone's fault but the boy's mother."
"My mother?" Daniel sad. "You know my mother?"
"I knew him," The young man said. "He died of cancer fourteen years ago."
"He?" Angela said.
"Yes he," The young man said. "Daniel's mother is Daniel Molloy."
"That's my father," Daniel said.
"No," The young man said. "It was simply the man who raised you. He was your mother."
"But that's impossible," Angela said. "A man can't become pregnant."
"He can if he's not human," The young man said.
"Not human?" Angela echoed stunned.
"But my dad was human," Daniel said.
"No he wasn't," The young man said, "and I should know since I'm the one who made him...unhuman."
"Then what are you doing here?" Daniel asked. The young man looked over at Daniel.
"Because I'm your father," He said.