Author's Note: Just to start off with, no, I don't own anything to do with the Night World, it's all L.J. Smith's. I know this chapter's a little short, hopefully the next one will be longer. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and if you do, please review. Maybe just a little message to tell me that people are actually reading this please… um, and if you don't like it, I can handle criticism. Lol, yea, so just, hope you like it.

Chapter 7 - Lies

"That's impossible." Mica whispered it again, her muscles trembling greatly. This couldn't be true…could it?

"Apparently not, considering you're standing here with us now." Thea said, a sympathetic look in her warm eyes.

Mica shook her head fiercely, regaining control over her body. "No, I mean it's impossible. I've studied the genotypes of all Night World species. I've read so much about this. About the genetics of the separate species and there have been studies taken on various hybrids that have occured! I've read about it and I've studied; I know more about it than anyone in this house. It's impossible."

Thierry stared at her in awe. Realization dawned him as he remembered that Mica wanted to be a scientist and that she had a love for chemistry and biology. It was no surprise that she would have dug up on the genetics of Night World creatures once she'd run through human genetics. "Mica, I'm sorry, but it's true."

"No, it can't be." Mica frowned stubbornly. "I've read about the hybrids. The most that they have are the two species hybrids; that in it's own is an abomination to science. Having four separate alleles would just…" Mica sighed, looking beaten, "it's just impossible."

Thierry looked sad. His foster daughter was rejecting it. She couldn't handle it. He knew that he should have waited another year or so. But it was too late. "Mica, aren't you curious why I suddenly let you train and learn?"

Her dark mahogany eyes perked up, flecks of gold glowing in her irises. "Oh. Yeah, why now?"

"There are people after you. Night people."

Mica frowned. "Who?"

"A gang of made vampires." Thierry said flatly. "They want you so they can train you and use you."

"Why would they want that?" Mica demanded.

"We don't know." Thierry shrugged, all of a sudden he looked exhausted.

"So, wait," Mica shook her head, as if clearing her mind. "With my genes. My abilities, do I have to choose one specific species to train as? Is it like with Jez?"

"Jez?" Thea frowned.

"Well, when she drinks blood, she's a vampire with all the respective abilities. But when she stays off of blood, she's like a normal human being." Mica explained as if it were obvious.

"Oh, right." Thea nodded. "Well we aren't so sure about that. We can't be sure until you actually tap into any of your abilities."

There was a long pause. No one knew what to do or say. Mica shut her eyes, processing all of this new information. "How long have you known?"

Thierry and Thea shared a look. For a moment no one said anything. The small library was silent, cold, awkward. "How long?" Mica's voice was stronger, but cold, demanding.

"Ever since you came to live here." Thierry said solemnly.

"Ever since my mum was killed." Mica said. Her dark eyes were cold and empty. They had lied to her. For seven years, they had been lying to her. And her mother lied to her, too. The people that she loved most in this world had lied to her for her entire life.

"I need to get some air."

"Mica, it's not safe." Thierry said.

"I'll take Drake with me." Mica said with a dangerous tone. "I just need to … to think this all through."

"So is this like our first date or something?" Drake joked as the two sat down at a booth of a local café. She'd been here many times before and she knew many of the waitresses and busboys from school. Unfortunately, most of the times she had been here were with Greg. The café was a popular eatery for fellow Lake Mead High students, and many of them were staring at Mica, probably wondering why she was with the new guy instead of her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend, not that anyone knew it.

"No," Mica sighed. "Well, I don't know. I just needed to get out of the house."

"Are you okay?" Drake asked immediately, his bright green eyes shadowed in worry. He took her hand and suddenly her mind exploded in his emotions. Worry and concern surged into her head.

"No," Mica shut her eyes. "There's something I need to tell you." Suddenly, a group of rowdy teenagers entered the café. Boys, Mica looked up and recognized a couple of them. They were seniors. Her eyes widened, they were Greg's friends.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Drake asked warmly, recognizing her expression.

"No," Mica said strongly as she caught a glance of Greg sitting down with his friends. "Look, there's something really important. Something that I just found out today." She winced as the boys let out another loud burst of laughter and jeering. All of a sudden Mica felt extremely crowded. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. She felt as if all the jeering was caught in her mind and was pushing against her own thoughts.

"What is it?" Drake asked. "You seem really stressed." Mica let out a sad laugh.

"I am stressed." Mica whispered as the boys moved tables, closer to her and Drake's booth. "And I'm confused and these people won't shut up."

"Hey," Drake took both her hands again and leant forward. In an air of warmth and love he kissed her long and gently. And it worked. All the thoughts fled her mind and she was calm again.

Closing her eyes, Mica smiled. "Thank you." A loud and obvious cough sounded behind her. Turning slightly she saw Greg and his best friends glaring at Drake. Mica turned back to Drake, ignoring the idiots sitting behind her. But this also meant that she couldn't tell him about everything, they would be sure to hear her.

"Hey Mica." A shrill, bubbly voice greeted. It was a waitress; a junior that Mica knew from school.

"Hi Kylie." Mica smiled warmly, clearing her mind. "How're you?"

"Good, good." Kylie smiled at Drake brightly. "So what're you guys after?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Drake shook his head. The look in his eyes told Mica that he needed to go out feeding soon.

"I'll take a soda." Mica shrugged. Kylie nodded, gave Drake another flirty smile and left. "Drake, are you okay? I mean, do you need to…" she trailed off meaningfully.

"No, I'm okay." Drake smiled.

"You sure?" Mica raised her eyebrows questioningly. But before he could reply, Mica's seat lowered slightly as the weight of someone dropped down next to her. Mica turned to see Derrick Ricks sitting next to her. Derrick was Greg's best friend, but Mica had never truly liked him. He was loud and derogatory and just plain idiotic.

"Hey babe." Derrick grinned, slipping his arm around her shoulders. Across from him, Riley Evans sat down next to Drake.

"What are you guys doing?" Mica demanded, taking Derrick's hand and moving it off of her.

"Just hanging with a friend." Riley smirked. Then he turned to Drake with a dangerous look in his eyes. "You're the new guy, right?"

"Yeah." Drake said in a low voice. A flash of annoyance and anger crossed his green eyes. Mica looked at him meaningfully, warning him not to do anything.

"Jake Blackhorn or something, right?" Derrick said, laughing raucously. Drake glanced at him and Mica could sense the Power behind his green glare. It was strong enough to silence Derrick's laughter.

"Here you go." Kylie bounced over to the booth and a glass of Coke on the table with a flourish, eyeing Drake.

"Oh, Kylie." Derrick reached out to grab her hand, but knocked over the glass. Mica watched, flinching as the glass spilled off the table, spraying dark and sticky liquid all over the linoleum, and shattered. All four stood up immediately as Kylie's legs were showered with Coke and splinters of glass.

Shoving Derrick out of the way, Mica moved out of the booth and helped Kylie away from the glass. Another girl came with a broom and mop and began cleaning the mess up.

"Are you okay, Kylie?" Mica asked, helping the girl brush glass from her jeans.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She looked shocked and almost scared. "Just startled, you know." Crash. Mica and Kelly looked over to the booth to see Greg and Drake fighting.

Oh Goddess.

"Hey!" A busboy yelled out, but to no avail. Mica rushed over and grabbed Greg's arm as he tried to punch Drake.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Mica roared. Even though Greg was much larger than Mica, she pulled him away from Drake. Neither of them said a word. For a moment, the café was filled with silence. But as soon as Mica relaxed her grip on Greg's jacket, he lunged forward to punch Drake again.

Drake took the punch, without a scar, and trip Greg, knocking him to the ground. He moved down to picked him up again to continue attacking him. Suddenly everything began to spin. Mica's vision blurred for just a second. When it cleared, a faint dizziness attacked her.

"HEY!" Mica screamed. It wasn't just her voice that yelled, it was her mind. She put so much power in it that one word that Greg and Drake stopped. They stopped, separated and looked at her.

Everyone looked at her. Suddenly she was filled with an odd sensation. Her hearing blocked out slowly and suddenly her vision went misty. Just around the corners, but soon she wasn't able to see anything. Part of her could feel herself fall, she could feel her legs give way and her muscles loosen and her body hit the cold, hard linoleum, but the other part just went blank. They other part saw nothing, heard nothing and felt nothing. Nothing mattered, don't try to wake up, just come into the darkness…

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