The next morning I was up early. I got changed into a pair of simple black slacks and a tight fitting white camisole. I added a navy blazer that made my outfit look like something normal people would wear to an office where they do normal jobs that don't have anything to do with the supernatural. My fair was out and straightened down my back
Normal people wouldn't put the effort in for a visit from their mother but I am not normal. I knew very well that if she saw me in a pair of tracksuit pants and a sweatshirt she would have a heart attack. I had cleaned up my apartment making sure everything was in order. I liked to think of my self as a neat person but I wasn't. My clean-ups usually involved throwing whatever was lying around into an area where it wouldn't be seen and I would be able to deal with it later.
Today I was so anxious I cleaned the entire apartment until every spec of dust was removed. Once that was done all that was left was to wait. I paced back and forth across my living room near the door. My thoughts were echoing through my mind and when I eventually stopped pacing I thought I saw a hole in the floor where I paced. There was nothing, it was just my over thinking brain causing hallucinations. I blinked a couple times before walking over and sitting on my couch.
I picked up an old magazine and looked at the insanely thin models in their overly expensive outfits. Looking at them reminded me of a Moroi. Of course the Moroi don't starve themselves but they live off blood, they can still eat human food but after their feed they aren't hungry. All Moroi are tall, but they couldn't help that. Most humans could never reach that "ideal" skinniness, just as Moroi girls could never have the curvy figure that dhampir's and human have. Everyone wants what they can't have.
Just then the buzzer rang and I put down my magazine. I ran to the door and pressed the button opening the door to the apartment. It was only a matter of seconds before I would know the truth and I felt so anxious. My heart was pounding in my chest, my hands felt sweaty and I could feel beads of sweat on my brow. I head footsteps approaching and opened the door not giving the chance for my mother to knock. She looked startled but shook it off. I wanted to just get to what she had come here for so I lead her through to my couch without speaking.
She seemed to understand and followed my lead. Once we were both seated the silence started to feel awkward. Neither of us knew how to start so we just sat there both trying to avoid eye contact. Eventually I broke the silence and started.
"Mom can we just cut the crap and get to the truth like you promised. The silence is killing me and I need to know the truth. I deserve to know," I said calmly. She looked up into my eyes and sighed.
"Yes you do," she said. "But you have to know that once you do know you can't un-know." I nodded and took a deep breath to slow my rapid heartbeat.
"I understand so just answer this one question," I started. "Am I a dhampir?" I asked. She squeezed her eyes shut and looked on the verge of tears.
"Yes" she said barely above a whisper. I hear it clear as day. And in a matter of moments my would was shattered again. I had a flashback over everything that I could remember. After the flashback I felt angry and I couldn't stop the rage building inside me.
"Explain," I said coldly. She looked at me cautiously and nodded.
"Your father was killed by a strigoi a week after you were born," she started and took another deep breath before speaking again. "And your mother brought you to me because she was on duty with a lord and couldn't have a child with her." My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened.
"Your not my mother?" I asked (well more like accused)
"No, I'm not," she said. More rage was building up inside me.
"Tell me everything," I demanded. And she did.
My mother told me the story from beginning to send on how my mother was a guardian; one of the best and my father was just another Moroi looking for fun. My mother was around twenty when she was pregnant with me and didn't want to stop being a guardian so she had arranged to send me to live with my father but a few weeks after I was born my mother had received a letter saying that my father had been killed by strigoi. Having no more options she gave me to an alchemist friend to look after.
"Why didn't she just send me to an academy? That's what usually happens?" I asked.
"She wanted you to choose to become a guardian or not. But when she came to give you to me she told me this was the hardest think that has ever happened to her in her entire life and she didn't want you to ever have to do it. She told me to keep it a secret and raise you as my own child and if you wanted you could be connected to the world of the supernatural as an alchemist." Said my… I don't know what she is to me now.
"What about the alchemists? If they find out they could have you taken away." I said. She may not have been my birth mother but she still raised me as her own and she taught me differently specifically so I wouldn't hate my own kind. She shook her head and looked hesitant.
"No. I am a retired alchemist. They can do a lot to me still but they can't send me to re-education and they wont do anything to me because they already know. And they promised me they wouldn't do anything to me if I handed you over." As she finished that sentence to door burst open and a teem or alchemists n black suits burst in and surrounded me.
"I am so sorry but it was the only was I wouldn't get in trouble." Said my adoptive mother who now had tears streaming down her face.
"Oh you're in trouble but it wont be as much thanks to your information Andrea." Said a new voice. It was deep but still sounded feminie. I looked over to the door and saw a woman dressed in a pair of black slacks and a grey suit jacket. On her cheek I saw her golden lily sparkle. She walked over to me bent down.
"You on the other hand are in serious trouble. What should we do with you? Re-education is out of the question when you are a creature of evil," she said. "A dhampir commune to be with the rest of the bloodwhore's or how about we just kill you now?" I felt week. I wasn't restrained or anything but I knew better than to do anything that would give them more reason to hate me.
"Whatever you are going to do, get it over with," I said strongly.
"Brave words but I'm afraid we cant do that. You are coming with us and your fate will be decided there."
"Where?" I asked
"The royal court." She said and a second after that I felt a sharp prick in my neck. My eyelids got heavy and I felt drowsy and then everything went black.