Chapter 2: Lion King; We are one
We were driving up to some small college where apparently my sister, well half sister was living whit her 'charge'. He, my father, told me everything. what I was, about the world I was suppose to grow up in but never did. I was a Dhampir, but never knew it. He said it was probably why I survived the crash. I was tougher than humans.
My half sisters name is Rosemarie Hathaway. And just like me, my father didn't know about her existence until it was almost too late. She apparently had a higher classified crime record than I. Didn't knew that was possible, since I once part Owen's crew, but hell way not, I just had a longer one. We both were adrenaline junkies of some sort and only where able to be with one man. How he found out about Dom? Don't ask me but the man seems to know everything. That first part seemed a little corny and fucked up, but that we both created a family for ourselves when their wasn't a real one to fall back to and that we both would put their lives in front of our owns without a second thought? Now that was something I could respect. The only difference? She apparently died for real at least two times. Something about spirits and broken bound. Like I said. Mazurs had a habit of attracting problems that fuck up their lives. We drove up to a small apartment complex about four stories high. I parked my dodge next to van my father drove in.
"So here it is?" I asked.
"This is it. They are going to be back in about ten minutes, so why don't we just go inside."
"Sure."
About ten minute later, a blond talking on the phone and a small army of people, guardians I suspected, came in. I didn't see someone resembling me.
"Oh hello Mr Mazur. Rose didn't tell me you were coming."
"No she couldn't, your highness, It was suppose to be a surprise." Your highness? What was that about. Who was she? The queen or something? "Do you know where she is?"
"Well she in the gym. Who is your guest, if you don't mind me asking."
"Please meet Rose's half-sister Leticia Ortiz. Letti, pleas meet your sisters charge: Her majesty the queen Vasilissa Sabrina Rhea Dragomir." Queen? Well I was good in guessing today.
"Oh right, Rose told me. Please if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Prince Voda." She walked out. Two people following.
"Letti Ortiz? Something tells me the dodge outside is yours."
"You know me?"
"I've heard of you. Have a couple of friend out in the human world. They're into racing so, Yeah."
"I see. Could you give me directions towards the gym? I would like to meet my sister."
"Of course." He said gave me the directions I needed and send on my may. It wasn't far. I parked my American muscle in front of a gym. It wasn't too fancy. Clearly, it wasn't meant for stuck up bitches and scanks to burn off the calories of one too many latte's. It was meant for training, serious training. If this was the first impression I got from my sister. I must say. It was a good one.