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Chapter 14: Dirty Little Secret

Tyler's POV

Meeting the parents wasn't supposed to be scary, right? Then, explain that to my heart which seemed intent on galloping out of my chest. There were two most likely possibilities for Di's parents. One, they were the sweetest couple who absolutely loved their daughter's new boyfriend. Two, they were strict and mean, and her mother would run me through with evil glares while her father cut off my balls and put them in a jar along with those of Di's previous boyfriends. In all honesty, I was leaning towards my second option. Wasn't it like a rule that beautiful girls always had horribly strict parents?

So here I sat in my Hummer outside Di's house, actually mansion that made my family estate look puny and insignificant, staring at her front door and attempting to convince myself to get out of the car. Obviously, I was failing miserably. Actually, make that an epic fail. I exhaled deeply, hoping to calm my unsteady nerves, but it did absolutely no good. I could feel how sweaty my palms were becoming which was just great. Her father was going to have to wring his hand out after I had shaken it. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating, startling me from my nervous state. My hands fumbled to open it, but I managed to squeak out "hello." Real manly there, Simms.

"Tyler Henry Simms, get your ass to the door right this instant." Ondine's normally angelic voice was harsh and scolding which meant only one thing. Do what she said, or she would hurt me.

"I'm coming," I answered, but it sounded more like a whimper. I felt like a dog holding its tail between its legs.

Closing the phone slowly, I exhaled forcefully again before pulling my keys out of the ignition and opening the door. I almost fell flat on my face climbing out of my Hummer with my legs wobbling like an animated skeleton. My hands tried to straighten my pin-striped blue button-down, but my fingers stumbled on the buttons of my jacket. I was a complete mess, yet somehow I managed to make it to the front door. It swung open with impressive force to reveal Ondine in another one of her enticing blue dresses. Her black hair was curled and bobbing gracefully around her swanlike neck as her head turned to call to someone behind her.

"Da, would you shut it up," she shouted. Her voice sounded different like it suddenly had some sort of Irish or Scottish accent. I definitely don't remember her having an accent, and that's one thing I should be positive of.

"Di?" I questioned, confusion still apparent in my voice.

"Ty, what took you so long? My father is practically throwing a fit," she scolded, the accent disappearing.

Hastily, she pulled me through the open doorway only for me to collide with a tall, muscular man I could only guess was her father. I dared to look at his face to see him glaring at me. He had a hard, stern face accented by a strong five o'clock shadow. His hair was cropped short like he was military. If he was, I was so screwed.

"You must be the boyfriend," her father assumed. Now, he had an accent, a strong Scottish one at that.

"Da, you promised you'd behave. Tyler looks practically terrified of you," Di dared to scold her father. Surprisingly, her father laughed a deep, hearty laugh before patting me on the shoulder, even though it was like slapping. He slung his arm too quickly around my shoulder, and instantly, I was in a chokehold while her father continued to laugh at my failed escape attempts.

"Ondine, this is the boy you bring home. He's quite a sissy…"

"Terry, leave the boy alone, or I will send you back to Africa."

Cautiously, I turned my head to see a woman in a knee-length white dress descending the staircase. She was tall and elegant with long raven black hair just like Ondine, but unlike her daughter, her skin was tan like she spent too much time out in the sun. She had a strong British accent, but it seemed noble or royal. I was thankful that her eyes were practically throwing daggers at her husband.

"C'mon, Lara, you're ruining my fun," Terry chided, but at least his grip loosened on my neck.

"How about I use you as target practice? Now that would be splendid," she threatened as she descended the final few stairs. Di turned to smile in exaggerated thanks towards her mother. Terry considered her threat for a few dreadful seconds until he must have decided that his wife was completely serious. I would be petrified, but I was more concerned with getting out of my current uncomfortable position.

"Mother, this is Tyler, my boyfriend," Di offered, gesturing gracefully towards me. I rolled my shoulders uncomfortable as I tried to shake off the discomfort Terry had created. Quickly, I held out my hand, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't make a complete and utter fool of myself.

"I'm…T-Ty-Tyler S-Si-Simms. It's, uh, very nice to, uh, meet you," I stuttered out.

"Tyler, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am quite sorry that my husband is such an abhorrent ass, but that is simply what you get when you marry a Scot," Lara joked, smiling sweetly at me. Her smile was almost identical to Ondine's.

"What did I get for marrying an Englishwoman?" Di's father countered, but his manner still seemed jovial.

Lara's smile vanished rapidly as sternness embellished with rage stampeded across her face. I expected her to have some remark to that, but her mouth remained shut. In a flicker of an instant, her hands darted to her side, quickly removing two guns from some hidden thigh holsters. My breath froze in my chest as she precisely fired off two shots that split through the air and dodged cleanly around her husband's head and into a towering porcelain vase shattering it on impact.

"As you can see, Tyler, he got a wife with an extremely good aim. Now, Terry if you do anything I don't approve, I can promise you next time I won't even come close to missing," Lara warned again as she re-holstered her weapons.

I just gulped nervously as I looked at Di. She just shook her head in embarrassment at her crazy parents. Somehow I had a good feeling that if Caleb and Lee ever got married, they would be exactly like this. I guess I needed to make a mental note never to come over to their house uninvited. I hadn't noticed before, but Di seemed to be more nervous than normal herself. She fiddled with her class ring before twirling the pentacle with a sapphire set in the middle carefully between her index finger and thumb. As her parents continued to bicker, she resumed a pattern of anxiety strung together between her ring and necklace. I wanted to say something, be a good boyfriend, but it was like my tongue was glued to the top of my mouth. If I tried to say anything, it would probably come out some jumbled mess. At least, I should try to do something. My feet moved agonizingly slow as I tried to take the few steps across the distance that separated us. Just my luck, a maid walked in announcing dinner was served.

My eyes swerved around nervously, unsure where I should even begin heading, but cool, slim fingers slipped into mine, freezing my uneasiness. I glanced up to see Di's sapphire eyes smiling into mine. She had a sweet smile on her face, but her anxiety still showed through like she was afraid to tell me something. I tried to shake off the feeling that she was hiding some secret and focus on surviving dinner with her parents who were clearly not afraid of guns or weapons.

Ondine pulled me towards a large double door, turning the golden handles carefully. The doors swung open revealing a magnificent dining room lit only by candlelight. A huge mahogany table stood proudly above a rich cherry wood floor. A pristine white tablecloth swept across the table while plates heaped with fine food occupied the space in front of four chairs expertly crafted. A crystal goblet filled with wine stood besides the each plate as light from the silver antique candlesticks sparkled through the glasses painting the room in rainbows. With surprising force, Di pulled me towards a chair, dropping me right in front of it before she swept around the table taking the seat across from me. Her mother strode like a tiger to her chair while her husband plodded unceremoniously to his. I tugged nervously at my tie, praying for air.

"So Tyler, you're one of the Ipswich Simms I have heard about?" My eyes flickered frightened to Lara. She smiled calmly, but her eyes were predatory. I forgot the Covenant wasn't exactly welcomed warmly by the Guardians.

"Yes, m'am. I am. My family has always lived admirably. Not using The Power, I mean," I answered nervously.

"Mother, you're behaving no better than Dad," Di pleaded on my behalf, staring down her own mom. Tonight, Ondine was thoroughly surprising me.

Hearty laughter echoed from the other end of the table, and Lara's eyes flashed from her daughter's gaze to grimace at her husband. These two were sure defining the meaning of a love and a lot of hate relationship.

"Terry, shut up. Be civil and stop picking at your teeth," she growled.

"You don't let me file them, so what do you expect me to do?" he retorted, his brogue thickening with anger.

"Honestly, drink your dinner and be quiet," she ordered, her brows narrowing as if her gaze was a direct order to do as she ordered.

Terry picked up his goblet and tipped it towards her with a smile before taking a big swallow. The liquid didn't quite look right. It seemed thicker than wine and maybe even a little darker. To be honest, it appeared downright disgusting, and Terry must have agreed. He slammed the glass on the table, glaring up at his wife.

"Bitch...I love you, Lara, but you know I only drink O-negative. What's this shit you given me?" he shouted.

"I only gave you what you deserve. Since when was a Scot picky about his drink choice? Besides it wouldn't be a problem if you wouldn't have managed to crawl out of that hole in Africa I left you in. To make matters worse, you had to get bitten by a vampire, who has so torturously deprived me of the ability to kill you easily," she unleashed her own anger.

I felt my heart stop. To think vampires might be real was cool, but in reality, it scared the shit out of me. Then again, I was a warlock so what right did I have to judge. I just needed to curse my luck for having to end up in love with a girl whose father was apparently a vampire and mother was a witch. I don't think it was possible to have such rotten luck.

"Mr. Quanette, if you don't mind me asking, are you really a vampire?" I asked nervously, trying desperately not to stutter. Terry glared at Lara for a few more seconds before his eyes turned to look at me suspiciously.

"The name is Terry Sheridan, not Quanette, but I am a vampire," he answered brusquely. Confusion still swirled around my head, trying to understand the whole situation. Lara seemed to notice.

"Tyler, according to the rest of the world, Terry Sheridan is dead. I am the Lady of Abbingdon, and I cannot allow the public to know of my daughter. That is why she goes by Quanette. It is my great-grandmother's name," Lara explained mater-of-factly. Ondine glanced at me curiously like she was trying to decode more confusion radiating from my face.

"Tyler, I'm only half vampire," she stated calmly.

"What?"

My voice was almost high-pitched as I shot up out of my seat sending my chair flying backwards.

"Whoa, whoa, you're kidding me, right? I mean, I have no problem with you being a witch, but you're some hybrid witch-vampire. Even Underworld didn't have crazy shit like that," I shouted out, panic rushing over me.

"I'm not a mutant hybrid out of Underworld, you stupid moron. I'm half vampire. So what? It's like being a hero in ancient Greek mythology. I'm really hard to kill. Yeah, there are other little things like I can drink blood or eat food. I have above average speed and strength which I figure you've already noticed. So stop having your panic attack and sit back down," Di commanded angrily.

I did as ordered. Carefully, I picked up my chair and sat back down. I couldn't help but to analyze Ondine's features, searching for how I managed to miss this enormously important detail. Her skin was ice pale, and she was entirely too beautiful. Okay, she's only half vampire, so it can't be that bad. It's not like she's tried to drink my blood or anything although she has tried to kill me.

"Ondine, darling, I think you may have given your boyfriend a panic attack," Lara suggested, laughing half-heartedly.

"To be honest, I blame Dad for this panic attack, so I guess I owe him a heart attack," Di snarked.

"Good one, honey," Terry chuckled out. "Ha, ha, if only I had a heart."

"Well, I have one for you, Dad," Di taunted.

"What's that, Didi?" Terry asked laughingly.

"I'm. Pregnant."

Ondine annunciated perfectly clear. The words floated around in my head before they decided to dive-bomb my brain. Holy. Shit. No, no she couldn't be serious. I didn't really have time to ponder the thought as her father let out a low growl and jumped out of his seat pouncing on me. His heavy body slammed into my chair sending me hurtling towards the ground. My head thrashed against the hardwood floor in his furious chaos. Darkness pulsed around me, forcing me to unconscious as the phrase "I'm going to have a kid" buzzed around my mind.

A/N: I know this chapter is fairly crazy, and I seriously just pulled ideas out of nowhere and threw them in here. On the plus side, it is finished. It's fairly likable, but I really wish I had much more time to put forth on this story because I have a lot to work with. Oh well, life happens. I hope you will review and make me very happy.