Chapter 3: A Talk
"Gandillon you said?"
It was later that afternoon, around three and Khloe had just gotten home. She'd also unfolded the day's unexpected events to her father.
Now Aiden's face was twisted in a grin of grime amusement. He'd finally found Vivian again; he'd get his revenge soon. Aiden ruffled his daughter's hair. "Good job, Khloe." He said as he went over to a cabinet. Khloe knew that it was filled with werewolf hunting equipment; guns, tranquilizers, tracking devices and night-vision goggles.
"I want you too keep your eyes on this kid, try to get close to him," Aiden said, tossing a small round object to Khloe. "Maybe he'll take after his mother and let something slip. Something important."
Khloe nodded and clipped the metal object onto the inside of her ear. It was a recorder; it would transmit everything Khloe said to Riker directly to Aiden.
Aiden studied his daughter carefully. "Make sure you don't tell him the name Teague. If Vivian hears it, she'll remember in a heart-beat." Khloe planted herself in her father's cushiony armchair. Then suddenly she asked, "Dad, why do you hate this Vivian woman so much?"
Aiden stopped what he was doing and stood stalk still. Slowly he turned to face his daughter, his face a mask of anger.
"She took away my life that night," He whispered harshly. "When she…" Aiden paused, his lips set in a tight, thin line. Khloe gazed into Aiden's eyes for a brief moment, but he looked away.
"That's all you need to know for now Khloe. I'll tell you the rest when you're older.." Khloe sighed then got up and walked out of the room. She was still thinking about this Vivian that her father hated with a passion; ever since her mother, Kelly Desmond Teague, had died mysteriously five years ago on Halloween night, all Aiden had ever talked about was werewolves and a Vivian Gandillon. Khloe had once heard him say something about being watch by them. Though Khloe had no idea who "they" were.
'Why would he blame her for my Mother's death?' Khloe thought as she made her way up to her bedroom. 'No one had a grudge against her.. at least, not that I know of. And besides, it couldn't have been her; for all we knew, her pack was here in River Valley.' Khloe sighed again and flung herself on her bed. 'Doesn't matter now; it's not like Mom's going to come back anyways..' Then she closed her eyes and tried to suppress her sobs.
Sorry this chapter is so short, but after last one, I just needed to shorten it a bit. Anyways, comments are always appreciated.
Maddy