Chapter 34:

-The only Prove-

Michael gave up to talk to Alex on the way. There was no sense in it. It was in the early afternoon when they came into the park. Michael discovered a somewhat remote stains where hardly people passed by. They sat down on a bench.

"Now, we are here... undisturbed. I listen..."

"Alex, you really think... that I'm not your father."

"Prove it."

"You were born in Detroit on the 23. March 2004. Your mother was Selene, she died... in your birth, so it was told you."

"Why? Had it happened approximately differently?"

"She was killed. She would have survived and I would be together now with her and you."

"And I should believe this?"

"It is the truth. I loved Selene and still do. You really would have loved her and the last thing she was saying was: that she loves you and that I should take care of you, but there I probably failed."

"How was she? My mother."

"She was beautiful. She had black hair and brown eyes, the most beautiful and most clever woman I ever met. She was stubborn and adventurous like you. I liked it. I annoyed her with my sceptical side. I didn't dare much and had constantly something to object."

"Doesn't sound cool from you."

"No, it really wasn't." both laughed. "I was never cool, only a boring doctor."

"I see this differently. I think you're cool...honestly. But it isn't that what you wanted to talk about to me, right... dad?" it was strange to call him dad but it relieved him somehow.

"No, unfortunately not. But I wanted to talk about your mom, it helps me to take it somewhat more easily and to come over it away. I can still hear her screams."

"You were there?"

"Not directly. I was too late."

"I'm sorry, I was unfair to you."

"It is not your fault, it's all my fault. But I want to ask you something: Did ever happen something strange in your life?"

"Besides your mysterious appearing... no, everything is fine."

"Really? I had spoken with Kath and she mentioned an occurrence at the school, few years ago. Or she said, that you would have nightmares."

"Whoever doesn't have them. Too many horror films. Vampires and werewolves...who believes in such humbug and for the occurrence part, I was young and I was teased and I only fought back."

"I understand you very well, my son, but its more complicated than you can imagine. I... our family is."

"Get on your point, dad, I'm no child anymore. I will get over it."

"What would you say if I would say that you were right with the age, my appearance."

"I would say, you did well. What's strange about it? It's cool to have a young-looking father. Richard Geere and Johnny Depp also look good for their age." he joked. "What are you up to?"

"Alex, I am..." Michael cleared the throat and it felt, as if a lump was in his throat and he was sure for 100 percent, that Alex will hate him and never wanted to see him again, but he had to jump over the shadow. "... I'm almost for twenty years... dead. "

"What? Did you say... dead? You seem to be more alive." Alex laughed.

"It isn't a joke, unfortunately. However, I'm not dead either. I..."

"Are you approximately a ghost or even a vampire? Tztz... you're crazy. "

"I wished, I could keep you out of this. Well, I'm no ghost or vampire... however your mom was a vampire and I'm hybrid...bitten by a vampire and a werewolf."

"O.K. this is too much. How do you dare to pull my mom into the dirt, you bastard!" Alex was more than furious and rose, directly in front of Michael, Alex only yelled at him and rose his hand without thinking and he wanted to knock Michael down with an astonishing powerful beat but Michael was too fast for him and held hiss wrist tight. He put only a bit pressure on it, so that it hurt Alex, however he didn't ease off. "Can you prove it?"

"Without hurting you...no and I don't want to hurt you." Michael sounded quiet and worried about Alex, because the beat was abnormal for a boy of his age or even for a mortal one and he hadn't any ideas what he did or to what he was capable to do, if he made use of it. Alex let go finally and stepped disdainfully a few steps from Michael away. "Then, we simply start. If you're an immortal, you must have super-powers...prove it. Let's say...throw the rock into the river over there. He looks somewhat heavily...a good prove for the start."

"Alex, there are people in the park. I don't think it's a good idea. If you have a knife or take the metal pole, over there in the trashcan."

"What do you intend to do?"

"The only true prove I can give you...plunge it into me."

"You want that I... stab you?"

"You wanted your prove and furthermore you are mad on me, let it out."

Alex was boiling with rage, however he was confused now. His own father wanted that he stabbed him to death in order only to prove, that he is dead...well, everyone is dead after it... a great prove, but Alex did what Michael demanded from him. He hesitated and trembled, but Michael looked so unconcerned and sat only there.

"I can't do it."

"Just do it."

Before he decided differently, he closed his eyes and pushed the damned pole straight through Michael's breast, let it loosely and fell on the knees. Michael cried out, twitched together, bite itself on the teeth and seized the pole and pulled it out again of his breast. An annoying snarling slipped him and this let Alex to look up and saw he what...was incredible. He saw cobalt blue eyes and the glaring wound, that regenerated already again. Alex stumbled backwards and didn't know what to say. Michael bent the pole without effort with his left hand and threw it back into the pail. He shortly closed his eyes and opened them again and the blue had vanished, all what remained behind, was the hole in the shirt and the first time Alex got attention on Michael's fangs.

"I'm sorry, but only so I could prove it. Do you believe me now?" Alex only nodded. "Since you are my son, you are different, it explains that you set free your seemingly unintentionally astonishing strengths by outbursts of fury. No notion whether you are also like me or something else which I don't think and that about the allergy of the flesh, it is only to your security and from the others."

"You want to say, if I eat a Big Mac, I become addicted? The meat is cooked what can happen there."

"Meat is meat and if you leaked once the first blood, then there is no more going back. I went too far, further than any more immortal, exactly because I am hybrid. I don't want that this happens with you or I'm forced to detain you."

"You want to kill me"?

"No certainly not."

"What do you mean by it that you went to far? I am 18 and find out that I actually have dead parents. There, you must explain rather much to me."

"I never killed at the beginning, or only to protect Selene, but then I got more and more out of control and there I started to nourish myself at the immortal blood. The blood of vampires and werewolves and I had even killed another, even stronger hybrid and the worst was, I behaved like an animal and left nothing remaining besides his bones. Since then, I had ask for not only for blood but also flesh... human, of animals or even of immortals."

"However, you don't look exactly like count Dracula or the wolf man. How this?"

"Believe me, you don't want to see this. For years, I wander in this shape and for everyone who knows me, I am Michael Corvin, nobody would only scoop one suspicion."

Alex only shook his head confused. "I can't believe what see, I don't want to believe it. It is again one of my nightmares, nothing more."

"What did you see then... in your dreams?"

"It were dreams, nothing one should worry about."

"First I had them as well, but Selene explained me, that these are memories from our past. Tell me?"

"I saw wars and burning villages... vampires and... werewolves." his voice became quieter and did a pause, then, he saw again to Michael, not certainly whether he should say more. "I... I saw also you. I wasn't sure for myself so far. Well, all was quite blurred, I can say nothing exact. You fought and killed to guard only about somebody, I could not recognize who it was, however I assume... it was mum."

"Yes."

"I miss her." he sobbed and he went to Michael and fell him around the neck. The first time Michael held his son and he tried to calm him down.

"I miss her too, however, if you want, we can visit her at the opportunity and if you're ready. I believe it's getting time, to go back home. It was probably too much for you. Come on, let's go."

"Yeah."

Michael stretched shortly as he rose, while Alex's looks stared at the hole in the shirt. The material had absorbed the blood, however, he couldn't see a scar. Either it was cool or the pure nightmare. He had first to digest this and held it also for the best to go home, lives and tonight, he had simply to get out of the flat and celebrate.