I finger through all the books, trying to find anything I could, but nothing, Jacob isn't a vampire for certain, he can go out into the sun, and he can eat regular food. Alucard's words still echo through my mind. I want to know what Alucard knows. What answers could he be hiding from me. Alucard has the answers. And so does my mother and father. They are keeping something from me! I just know it! I still continue to look through the books, hoping the words would somehow change if I looked at them long enough. Maybe I should just storm up to his room and demand an explanation. I should lock him in his room, and not let him out until his room until he fesses up!
Once I am done with the books, I put them back up, being careful not to fall this time. I go upstairs, running really, but I am stopped. I feel a long slender hands on my shoulder. I turn around, my mother looks down at me, her eyes brilliant, tired.
"Where are you going in such a hurry young lady?" she asks me. I feel my cheeks flush, I blink, my mouth going dry. My mother has a way of putting the fear of God in you. Her simple words could cause chills. I stare up at her, blankly. Unsure of what to say. "You missed dinner."
I gasp, crap! That's right! Dinner…
"I'm sorry mom!" I say, panicked. "I just was caught up in my studies!" I explain, hoping she would buy it.
"Hm, I see." she says, taking her hand off of my shoulder. "And what were you studying?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I swallow, my eyes dart back and forth. "History!" I blurt out. Then I smile slightly, thinking I am in the clear.
"Hm, well, I'm not sure." She says, putting her hand on her chin, in thought. My smile slowly turns into a frown. Not sure? Not sure of what? "Well, Walter says he hasn't seen you at all this evening, and he still has your lesson, untouched, not done."
I break out in a cold sweat. I didn't know, what to say, I am caught, defenseless. I hang my head in shame.
"Now, tell me dear, what were you doing all day?" she asks in stern tone.
"I was in the library." I answer, looking at my shoes.
"I see, and why was that?" she pries.
I snap my head back up, eyes wide. "I saw Jacob drink blood!" I vomit up the words in a jumbled mess.
Mother's jaw drops, and I see her expression frozen, as if she didn't fully process what I had said.
"No, you didn't." She says, her voice small. Is my own mother trying to gaslight me?
"Yes I did!" I exclaim. "I did! I saw him spit it out this morning! Mom, why does he do that? Is he really sick! I want to know!"
I see her upper lip switch. "You didn't see anything!" she says again. She then leans down, and looks me in the eye, her hands firmly on my shoulder. I freeze, I see the stress lines on her forehead crease upward. "for the love of God, you did not see anything." She looks as if her whole being is about to break in half.
"Don't lie to me mom!" I yell, pushing her off of me "Just tell me he's sick! That he's dying! He told me the other night he was really sick! Mom! Please I'm begging!" I feel tears flow from my eyes. My mother stands up, covering her mouth, her eyes soften. Soft sobs escape me.
"Please mommy please." I beg, my eyesight blurring from the hot tears. My mother wraps her arms around me, tightly.
I hold her tightly back.
"He is sick, you are correct." She says. "And he is going to go away for awhile soon." she says. "He will need to be away from humans for a time."
Humans? Her wording confuses me.
"But that doesn't explain why he drinks blood mom!" I sob into her shoulder.
"He needs to drink it to keep up his strength." She explains, and I am put at ease. Now, I wonder, what disease is cured by drinking blood?
"Why does he have to go away?"
"He has to go away because he will be a danger to others." Mother says.
"But why?" I pull away from her arms. My eyes drying, curiosity overtaking them.
"You will learn when you are older my dear." She says, her index finger and her thumb on my chin, forcing me to look up. Her face calm again. "I will tell you everything you need to know, when you are older."
I frown, my brows lowered, I nod. Accepting her answer. But next time, I won't, when I'm older.