AN: I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated! Christmas break is next week and I won't have school for two weeks! So I'll have more time to update! So here's chapter 13! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! :(
Once I got changed we walked back to house. All the lights were out and it looked creepy. I didn't say anything and just kept walking to it. Dimitri opened the door and I looked inside it was all dark. Then out of nowhere someone shouted.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE."
It was Lissa.
"Lissa what are you doing here?"I exclaimed.
"You didn't think I'd actually miss your birthday, did you?" she asked.
I hugged her and looked around the room. I saw Tasha, Christian and the rest of the Belikov's looking at us.
"Hi Tasha. How are you?" I asked.
"Happy birthday Rose. I'm fine," she said smiling.
"Hey Pyro," I said
"Shut up, Buffy. Happy birthday," he grumbled.
"Thanks, Sparky," I said smirking. He ignored me and glared at me.
We went to the backyard where Olena had set up tables for us to sit. I can't believe Olena did all of this for me.
After a while of eating and talking we heard someone knocking on the front door.
"I'll get it," I said and got up.
I headed to the door and opened it. In the doorway was my mother and a Moroi I've never seen before.
"What are you doing?" I asked my mom. She had never been in my life and never came to visit me when it was my birthday so I was surprised she was here.
"You are my daughter. I think I have the right to come visit you on your birthday," she replied.
"Well you were never in my life before," I pointed out. She flinched and looked guilty.
"I'm sorry Rose. Please let me be a part of your life now," she pleaded.
"Okay, I guess," I replied. The Mori next to her cleared his throat to get our attention. He looked rich and was wearing a silk scarf around his neck and a hoop earring in one of his ears.
"Who are you?" I asked not caring if I was being rude.
"Rose!" my mom chastised me.
"It's okay Janine," he told my mom. "I'm Abe Mazur," he said to me.
"Rose who's at the door," Dimitri yelled to me.
"My mom and a guy named Abe Mazur," I responded. I looked inside the house and saw Dimitri walking towards us.
"Hello Guardian Hathaway and Mr. Mazur," Dimitri said as he stood beside me.
"Hello Dimitri. How are you?" the Moroi named Abe asked.
"I'm good," he responded. I looked at Dimitri and saw fear in his eyes. I had to stifle a giggle. Dimitri Belikov scared of a Moroi! I must be dreaming.
"So aren't you going to invite us in?" Abe asked.
"Of course," Dimitri said and moved out the way. My mom and Abe walked in.
"So why are you here?" I asked Abe. I saw Dimitri's eyes widen in shock, but I have no idea why.
"Your mother and I have something to tell you," he said.
"Oh what is it?" I asked.
"I'll tell you later," my mom answered. I shrugged and walked back to the backyard where everyone was waiting for us.
"What took you so long, I thought it was going to be Christmas by the time you got back!" Christian exclaimed.
"Shut up, Sparky," I said and glared at him.
"Who was at the door," Lissa asked trying to stop Christian and me from fighting.
"My mom and a Moroi named Abe Mazur," I said and sat down. Christians eyes widened in fear when he heard the name Abe Mazur. Why is everyone afraid of him?
"Come on we're going to cut the cake now," Viktoria said.
We head over to where Olena put the cake. Everyone sang happy birthday to me and we ate the cake.
"So what is it that you wanted to tell me?" I asked my mom while we were eating.
"Um...I... Uh," she stuttered.
"Well what is it?" I asked. I looked at her and saw that she looked scared. Wow! I never thought I'd ever see her scared!
"I think It's time that you met your father," she said.
"And why now?" I asked.
"You're old enough of know," she replied.
"Old enough to meet my own father? I think that I was old enough to know who my father was when I was born!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't want your father to be in your life because of his...job," she replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I mean that your father works in illegal things and I didn't want his work to influence life," she responded.
"So what is he a mobster or something?" I asked.
"Ya I guess you can call him that," she answered. Oh so I was right. Cool I have a mobster dad!
"Well who is he?" I asked.
"I am," someone answered. Abe Mazur.
Abe Mazur is my dad.
AN: So that's it. I'll try to update soon. PLEASE REVIEW!