I've had so much trouble with this one today! First it doen't load properly, then the translator is all wrong and I have to re-edit, then it doesn't want to load again...I just hope it's all worked out this time!
I't been a rough day I can tell ya!
I hope you all enjoy it.
RomanTinkerBell
(Nine Years Ago)
"What did you do?"
Fausta's voice was soft and deadly as she stared at her husband angrily.
"What do you mean she is dead?!"
Dante looked down his nose at his wife. She was, after all, just a woman. It wasn't like she could really do anything to hurt him.
"I had Morgan conduct an investigation into Alina's where abouts during her time away and also her new family. It is not what you think Fausta. Our Grandchild...the child you love so much...her father is a Breather"
Fausta continued to stare at him with her livid glare.
"And you think that that is a problem? Do you think that I do not know about your fornicazione after eight hundred years of marriage? You, Signore, are an ipocrita! How many illegitimate children do you think you might have?! And yet you slay the only one that matters the most!"
She stopped for a moment to regain her composure
"What are you going to do to our Grandchild when you find her?" Fausta questioned him
"That will be decided by Morgan. Most likely she will be slain. But...I tell you now. I did not want Alina dead. No matter how I may have acted or spoken, I did love her. I tried to save her and gave her a chance to do so herself. And even though I am a vecchio pazzo! I have given our Granddaughter a fighting chance"
Dante took his wife by the shoulders so she was forced to keep looking him in the eye. She tried her best to shake him off but he wouldn't have it.
"Morgan does not know I have done this, and if he does find out he will have me slain for assisting a criminal. I used dark magic to curse the child, making her neither Vampire nor Human and yet more of each. If they wish to find her they will have to start walking in the daylight. Family does mean something to me"
He sighed
"When I first approached Morgan, I did not think it would be something like this. I knew something was different about the child and I was proud and stupid then because I thought it was essential to know what it was. But watching the child grow made me grow protective of her. I wish now I could take it all back"
His voice broke. He looked desperately into the eyes of his wife, begging for her to forgive him.
"You are right about one thing, husband" Fausta whispered "You are an old fool. You are a fool if you think I will believe that cock and bull story! And if you don't do something to stop them going after our Granddaughter, I will! And then I'll slay you!"
She hissed and her dress cape flared around her as she fled from the room.
"-Solo una semplice canzoncina
nel suo buon senso irlandese vecchio.
E darei il mondo se poteva cantare
quella canzone per me oggi
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, silenzio ora, non piangere
Too-ra-loo-ra-looral, too-ra-loo-ra-li-"
Everett entered the empty room McCauley had designated for her, only to see Vlad seated at the table.
Everett sighed and let her forehead fall onto the door frame.
"This is so not a good morning for me" she mumbled
She made her way in and sat down heavily in the chair across from him.
It was silent as they stared at each other, Everett wearing a bored expression and Vlad an expectant one.
Her sanity finally cracked.
"What!"
"Where were you last night? I thought you had to work" he more stated than asked
"So I lied, it was only a little one! What of it?!"
"You didn't come back. Leads me to believe you might be up to something"
Everett scoffed in disgust at his accusations
"I didn't come back because Ingrid forewarned me about your foul mood! I'm surprised you didn't go looking for her by the way! She is your sister after all!"
"You're the one who lied! Don't try turning the tables by making me the bad guy!"
He emphasised his anger by slamming his hands on the table and getting to his feet.
"It wasn't even a big lie! I just wanted to go out for a night and meet a friend! Is that such a crime?!"
Vlad growled
"What? Jealous now?" Everett teased sarcastically
"What friend?" Vlad hissed lowly
"Just a friend. Ingrid also said your dad has something that involves me. Is this amplifying your anger toward me now?"
Vlad turned away and pulled something out of his pocket, staring down at it almost sadly and disdainfully.
He turned back and lobbed it to her; she caught it as it slid across the table. Her hand covering it completely.
She removed her hand and looked down at it. Her breath hitched in her throat. Vlad watched her reaction carefully.
'Mum. I'd forgotten what she looked like'
Vlad continued to watch her as she stared down at the portrait. He had been expecting instantaneous denial, but all he got was silence. She didn't even acknowledge that he was there.
She gently picked up the picture.
"She looks like me"
There was more silence between them.
"Is this why you're angry with me?" Everett asked him eventually
"I'm not angry. I just want to understand what's going on" Vlad told her "Save for the hair length, she looks like you. Why does she look like you? Is she you? Have you been lying to us this whole time? To me?"
He looked at her, his tone quiet and sounding desperate.
She hated having to lie to him. Not telling him who she really was. Who this woman was to her.
"I guarantee it's just a coincidence Vlad. I was born in '93, that's a definite" she told him
She looked down at the picture again.
"So who is she?" she feigned unknowing
Vlad came to stand behind her, staring down at the picture from over her shoulder
"Her name is Alina Calvetti. She's a childhood friend of dad's. She actually dated my uncle for a while apparently"
Everett made a face. She couldn't imagine her mother being with anyone other than her father, especially if 'anyone' was an elder member of the Dracula clan.
He placed his hands on the back of the chair and she leaned into him unconsciously.
"She's beautiful" Everett stated, trying her best to hide the affection in her voice.
"Says something about you" Vlad stated gently also unconscious to his actions and words. But Everett wasn't.
'Did he just call me beautiful?'
She stood from her chair abruptly, letting her hands fall into her pockets with the portrait of her mother clamped protectively in her fingers.
"Um, I don't feel so good. I'm just gonna go back upstairs and lie down for a bit."
She exited the room as quickly as she could. Leaving Vlad to wonder what he'd done wrong...if he had.
Everett entered her room again, un-surprised that Ingrid was still there and passed out again on the couch.
She was shivering so Everett threw the blanket back over her and opened the curtains. It would be a few hours yet until Ingrid returned to her full Vampiric self.
Everett groaned lightly as her head fell back onto her pillow.
"You too?"
"Did I wake you? Sorry Ingrid"
"I'm in too much pain to sleep" Ingrid told her
"That makes two of us"
They both groaned unanimously.
"I take it you had Vlad waiting for you?" Ingrid asked her
"Was it that obvious? He threw a picture at me" Everett told her
Everett heard her chuckle lightly and observed her waving a hand in the general direction of the table "Would it have anything to do with that?"
"I just got in this thing now you want me to get out?" Everett said jadedly, indicating to her coffin that she now lay inside of.
She shrugged "Well okay. Don't expect me to be quick about it though"
Everett rolled out of her coffin and slowly crawled her way across the floor to the table and around to sit in front of Ingrid who didn't move an inch.
Everett pulled her legs up so her knees sat close to her chest.
"Now what were you wanting me to see?"
"Hnnn. Don't make me talk. Everything hurts too much!" Ingrid complained "Just look on the table"
'Sorry Ingrid. First time, it's gonna hurt for hours. Be a woman. Grin and bear it' Everett wondered why she didn't just say this...she was so tempted to.
Everett shuffled forward a little to grab things off the table.
As Ingrid had made no attempt to tell her what she was looking at, Everett now had to go through pages of homework and other paperwork concerning the club.
She didn't have to search for long...or at all really.
As she gently placed the old weapon wrap down beside her, an envelope slid across the other papers to the floor.
She picked it up and looked it over.
The seal was already broken, meaning someone had already read it. She unfolded the letter that was inside and read the quick slanting writing.
Dear Big Brother
After our conversation last night, I decided to contact the Calvetti's.
Alina has been slain. She's been dust for nine years now.
According to her father, she was found fraternising with Slayers. She even had a family with one.
Vladimir is interested in peace with the Slayers, is he not?
Whoever this girl is, it is not Alina Calvetti.
Apparently Alina's child would be nineteen years of age now, and so would have already gone through the change.
But, I wonder, you said the girl was a breather?
Did she choose to be or was she born that way?
Just a thought.
Ivan
Everett placed the letter on the table.
"So? Care to tell?"
Everett hadn't even noticed that Ingrid was now sitting up, looking a lot better.
"I thought you were in too much pain to talk?"
"Well, that was then and this is now. Ooh sun!" Ingrid warmed her legs in the light
'I think I need to get the water pistol' Everett thought and could almost feel the cartoonish 'Sweat Drop' rolling down the side of her face
There was a knock on the door and Ingrid, using her speed, zipped to answer it.
Vlad stood on the other side, expecting to see Everett.
Everett quickly threw the papers back on the table after discreetly hiding the letter in-between some of the pages. She hid the wrap under the blanket.
"Little brother! How lovely to see you today. Did you want to talk to Everett? I'll leave you two alone then"
Ingrid said this as fast as a vampire could run and then disappeared in that same way, leaving Vlad to stare at where her head had been only seconds ago.
He pointed to the vacant space
"Is it just me, or was that stranger than usual?"
He stepped inside but left the door open.
"Ingrid got drunk last night. I think she's still a bit buzzed" Everett told him "Do you have any water pistols around the place?"
Vlad looked at her questioningly
"I think we may need a way to control her" she verified
His brows met his hairline. He seemed to like the idea.
"Was there a reason you came up here? I thought you liked school?" she asked him
He cleared his throat awkwardly "Well you said you weren't feeling well and you rushed from the room pretty quickly. I just wanted to make sure you were alright"
Everett scoffed
"Read; 'I didn't do anything wrong, did I?'"
She laughed a little at his shocked face and his stuttering denial. He gave up in the end, dropping his chin to his chest and breathing out heavily.
"Well did I?"
He was so cute with his wide pleading eyes and concerned features that made his lip pout.
She giggle lightly and got up, making her way over to him. She held his face in her hands as she placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"You did nothing wrong" she said when she parted from him "I just didn't sleep well last night" she told him as honestly as she could...although it wasn't far from the truth.
He pulled her to him and her head fell onto his shoulder.
"I don't think McCauley would mind if you had the rest of the free period to sleep" he told her in suggestive tones, but she was too tired to function properly, her eyes had already started to close again.
"I've already see McCauley. I think she worries too much but wouldn't appreciate it"
They heard the bell ring downstairs.
"Too late now anyways" she stated annoyed, peeling herself away from his comforting embrace.
(I couldn't get the accent above some of the letters to appear in my Document, but what I've said here is what I was meaning)
Fornicazione - Fornication
Signore - Sir
Ipocrita - Hypocrite
Vecchio Pazzo - Old Fool
"-Solo una semplice canzoncina
nel suo buon senso irlandese vecchio.
E darei il mondo se poteva cantare
quella canzone per me oggi
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, silenzio ora, non piangere
Too-ra-loo-ra-looral, too-ra-loo-ra-li-"
A snipet from Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
"- Only a simple song
in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing
that song for me today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, do not cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-looral, too-ra-loo-ra-li-"