A.N. Hi guys, sorry about the long time between update. I've been really busy, and had very little time to write this, but I hope you like this chapter, you finally get the whole story of Drina's father's death! About time, right? I thought so! Anyways, hope you all enjoy it!
oh ya, and just to let you know italisized words mean it's a flashback!
It has been a few weeks since the vampire incident, and Jacob had completely healed, but he still hadn't gotten anything from me. This is because I insisted that he should be absolutely well. It has been hard to deny him however. With his heated kisses, and soft caresses. I was nearly dying by now too, but last night was like no other, I resisted. So when I arose I was still sex deprived, but absolutely comfortable just to lay her in his arms for a while longer. That was before I heard a familiar voice in the living room.
"MOM!" I cried, hurrying out of the room and throwing myself into her arms, dodging Billy and his wheelchair.
"Drina!" She said happily, wrapping her arms around me.
"You came!"
"Yes, it took me a while, but I came. I was curious as to what kept to at this place, and I can now see," she said, looking disapprovingly at my rumpled hair.
"We haven't done anything mom," I said, embarrassed.
"Mmhm." Her lips were pursed into a tight line of disapproval, but I could see a hidden smile behind her heard features.
"So, I see you've met Billy," I said, pulling away from her and turning to Jacob's smiling father.
"Yes I have," she smiled, Billy returned the gesture. The age between my mother and Billy was not much. They must only be a few years apart. I smiled at that fact, but inertly prayed that there wouldn't be anything more than a grand friendship there. It would be weird to have sex with my step-brother. Actually related or not.
"What's all the commotion?" Asked a drowsy looking Jacob as he emerged from the room.
"Jake! My mom's here!" I cried, gesturing to her. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello, Mrs. Cobin, I'm glad you came, Drina's missed you," he said.
"Oh, she has?" My mother asked, and I turned to her.
"Yes, why wouldn't I miss you?" I asked as though that was a very unwise assumption on her part.
"I don't know, I mean, with these fine men to distract you, why would you think of anything else?" She grinned. I looked at her in awe. She hasn't been this playful since my father died, and I smiled at that as we all laughed.
"Oh, you must be hungry, do you want some breakfast?" I asked.
"Yes, that would be nice, plus, I think the male's look as though breakfast would be welcomed."
"Mom, in this house, food is always welcomed!" I said, rolling my eyes as I went into the kitchen. Jacob and Billy laughed.
Once I had left my mother and Billy picked up their conversation from before and Jake followed me into the kitchen, probably to scrounge some food before it was all done.
"It's good your mother's come," he said, leaning on the counter as he watched me pull out all the cooking supply's to make pancakes and sausage.
"Ya, I'm glad she came. She needed to get away from that house even more than I did," I said.
"Drina, what happened to your father? I know that vampire killed him, but why does it leave such a mark on you?" He asked softly.
I was silent as I fiddled with the stove top.
"I was fourteen," I began. "We were working on my car in the driveway,"
"Drina, pass me a wrench," my father said from under the car. I hurried to the tool box and grabbed the specified item and thrust my hand under the car to give it to him.
"Now come under here, I want to show you how to do this," he said, and I obeyed. So he began to explain to me how to fix a muffler.
"Hey, Ray," came a cold cruel voice.
"Oh, hello there Sebastian," dad said as he slid out from under the car and wiped his hands on a dirty rag.
"I was wondering if I could speak with you for a moment?" He asked courteously.
"Sure," my dad shrugged, and followed him over to the edge of the driveway. They talked there for a while I watched on, worrying about what it was that made my father's face look so grave.
After a moment, my father approached me, leaving Sebastian waiting where he was.
"Drina, I have to go look at something in the forest, so could you clean everything up here?" He asked.
"Ya dad," I said, giving Sebastian an odd look before turning back to my father.
"That's my girl, we'll work on it more tomorrow, ok? Tell your mom I'll be back soon, love you, kid," he said with a smile, kissing my forehead.
"Love you, dad," I told him, and watched him walk off into the forest with Sebastian tailing behind him.
Once he was gone I put the tools away quickly and followed after them. I had never trusted Sebastian, but my father was a strong man, he could take care of himself, but I couldn't help but worry. So I stayed a decent ways behind them so as they wouldn't notice me, but I could have sworn that Sebastian looked directly at the tree I was hiding behind at least twice.
When they finally stopped we were already deep in the forest, farther than I had ever dared go before, even with my brothers.
"I don't see anything, Sebastian, you sure you weren't just hallucinating?" My father asked with a laugh.
"Oh, I'm quite sure," he said evilly, slowly approaching my father. He grabbed my father's arms and held onto them even as he protested.
"Hey! Let me go Sebastian! What is the meaning of this!" He cried.
"Don't take this offensively my old friend," Sebastian sneered. "But my thirst has not been satiated in so long. I'm horribly thirsty." He licked his lips as my father looked at him in shock.
"What are you talking about?" My father asked in amazement.
"This my friend," he responded, and sank his teeth into my father's neck.
I found it strange for a full grown man to bite another's neck. What was this? Why did it look like the life was draining from my father's visage? Why was there blood dripping down his throat?!
I gasped, making myself known, and Sebastian and my father both looked towards me. My father's eyes widened.
"Run, Drina! Run! And tell your mother to c-call the police!" He gasped, looking as though he were clinging to life.
"No! I won't leave you!" I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Drina! Go! NOW!" He bellowed, and with one last glance at the horrific scene I turned and bolted in the direction of home.
It took me a while to get home, and when I did I ran straight through the door and ran into my brother Edward.
"Hey, what's the rush?" He asked jokingly, but after looking at my face his turned quickly from laughter to concern. "What's wrong? You're pale!" He said, bending down to my level and placing a hand on my cheek.
"D-dad, in the woods, with Sebastian! Call the p-police!" I gasped.
"Ok, you stay here. Caylib, take care of her!" Edward said, and ran into the kitchen as my Caylib approached, sitting down onto the couch and pulling me into his arms.
He was the youngest of my three elder brother's, thus the closest to me in age, so we were always grouped together as a pair despite our four year age difference.
"Drina, what did you see?" He asked me softly. I could always tell Caylib anything, but I doubted that he would believe me.
"Y-you won't believe me!" I told him.
"Try me," he challenged. I looked up at him, then nodded.
"I-I saw Sebastian… bite dad… like a… vampire," I said softly. He looked at me with a quizzical expression, then his eyes became serious.
"I believe you," he said finally.
"You do?" I asked, disbelief written across my face.
"Yes, because I saw him kill a person in an alley when I went to dad's work," he told me solemnly. My eyes widened with fear and he held me close.
"Don't worry, the police will handle him, everything will be ok," he told me.
The cops then came, entering the house not knowing what to expect. They questioned me a bit, about what I saw and what Sebastian looked like, then they took off into the forest.
They came back empty handed, Sebastian had escaped, but they did bring back my father's body. My two oldest brother's, Ray Jr. and Edward, went out to take care of it, but I couldn't bare to look at it, so Caylib stayed inside with me.
My mother was a mess. After the funeral she didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't leave her room. My brother, my sister, Amanda, and I tried our best to comfort her, but we were dealing with our own grief as well.
When I came back to reality Jacob had me wrapped in his arms, trying to soothe the dry sobs that shook through my body. This always happened when I relived the story. I just couldn't get those gruesome images out of my mind. I hadn't even looked at my father's body at the funeral. I couldn't. I didn't want to remember him like that. I already hated remembering his pained face as Sebastian sucked the life from him, I didn't need another horrible image to dirty his memory.
"I'm so sorry," was all Jake could manage to say.
As my sobs eased I relaxed against his warm chest, closing my eyes and breathing in his woodsy scent.
"It's ok," I told him softly, looking up at him with a soft smile. "I feel better now, being able to tell you."
He returned the gesture and leaned in to set his lips to mine. I kissed him back, pressing up onto my toes so I could reach better. He was so damn tall!
"So, do you need help with breakfast?" He asked coyly, trying to turn the conversation back to food. I scoffed, pushing him away.
"God, can you ever think of anything but food?" I teased, turning to the stove.
"Not when I'm hungry," he grinned.
I just rolled my eyes and began making the batter. That boy was going to be the death of me, I swear!