Jaden's face went blank; she stared at Tsar and blinked a few times. "That's not true," she breathed, "that's not true," her voice was steadily rising, "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" she screamed.
Tsar chuckled, and said patiently, "Fortunately for you, it is indeed possible. Like it or not child, you are the half daughter of a Vampire, one who is in this very room, in fact."
The girl whipped her head from one Vampire to the next, as if searching for the lie on their faces. "No," she whispered, sagging in her chair, staring at the floor. "No," she murmured again, "it can't be!"
"It can and it is, girl. You are a Vampire's half-child. You are the daughter of both the Chief Commander Korr…and Benjamin Ashmore."
Her head jerked up, and she looked Ashmore straight in the face. "Did you rape her, you bastard?" she asked, her voice cold with hatred.
Ashmore sneered, and said, "That whore? No, I didn't have to persuade her much. You could say that she was completely willing and all for it." he paused and inspected his nails and continued, "Though, I have been fucked better, I believe. I'm not quite sure though; I don't really remember her."
The girl lunged out of her seat near as fast as any Newborn, and launched herself at Ashmore; that was, before James seized her by the throat and slammed her onto the table. For an instant she lay dazed, but then she was clawing at his hand and trying to kick at his legs, but James held her neck in a death grip.
Their struggle went on as such until Tsar said, "Enough, James. There will be time for this later."
James, still holding her by the throat, lifted her and slammed her against the wall, winding her, as steel bars, which would secure her, snapped into place. When he loosened his grasp on her airways, she gasped and wheezed as she tried to take in air. He backed away and leaned once more against the wall, as if nothing had occurred.
Even as she was bright red in the face, and panting as if she'd run a great distance, she still glared murderously at Ashmore. "How? When?" she gasped, "Why didn't I know? How didn't I know?"
James raised an eyebrow and inspected his nails. "But you did know," he said firmly. Jaden's head jerked in his direction, and he cut off her sharp retort by saying, "Thought exactly what it was, you didn't know, but you were aware that you were different from all others." The girl shook her head adamantly, and when she took a breath to begin speaking, James overrode her again, stating, "You simply though there was something terrible about you. Something inside you that was damned." Her breath, which she had gotten under control by now, suddenly quickened. James noticing this, and feeling her fear and dread quiver through the air continued. "Did you never think that it was all you that made you such a good fighter? Didn't you ever wonder what made you enjoy the killing that comes with being an Agent?" James watched the girl pale, and her shock radiated from her.
He smiled, and walked right up to her and whispered in her ear, "I had the dreams too." He moved back a little, and looked her dead in the face. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaved as she panted, and she trembled in fearful realization.
Her mouth formed the words no over and over again, as she shook her head adamantly. She soon began to say it in the tiniest of voice, as she bowed her head, and a tear fell from her cheek.
Savoring her grief, James looked over to Tsar and made a gesture. Tsar shook his head and smiled slightly.
"Why did you tell me this?" the girl asked, looking up.
James turned to face her and asked, "Why not tell you? A child should not have its heritage hidden from them their whole life. A child should know who its parents are!"
Her face distorted with grief, "well, why didn't you choose to humiliate me?" she asked in an almost desperate voice. "Why didn't you simply declare that Jaden Korr is the world's greatest hypocrite! She destroys vampires; her own kind! Why didn't you just do that?"
James smiled, kindly this time and said softly, "Yes, we could have done that, if we wanted you killed. The Organization would surely think that you were a spy, and eliminate you immediately, to save themselves some embarrassment." The girl winced and looked away. James, placing a hand under her chin, lifted her face to look into his own, and said, "but you, child: we want you to join us." He looked deep into her coffee brown eyes, and told her, "the Half-Bloods are the most powerful of our kind, and you will find a true home here, better than the one you thought you had. You will have greater powers than you could ever imagine, and you not have to live with the pains you always have."
As she stared up into his eyes, James wondered what she saw. Did she see a kindred spirit; did she see a murderer; or did she see something else, neither friend nor enemy? When he looked down into her eyes, he saw fear, determination and courage, mingling with the tears. She blinked, breaking the spell he had woven upon her, and she said, glaring hatefully, "I will never join you!"
Behind him, Tsar cleared his throat. James looked one more time into the Agent's eyes, before he released his hold on her jaw, and turned away. He walked over to his master.
Reaching into his pocket, Tsar removed a small vial of blood, and handed it to James. James took the vial and stepped aside.