The final stand(into the mirage)

Chapter 3

“Remember Lilith, that you are the daughter of Dracula the ruler of the creators of the underworld and there is no room for any emotions. You have to be as rootless as I am if you are to ascend my throne.” Hansel added.

“Yes I am well aware father but I would prefer you call me Lily instead of Lilith.” She replied to her father.

“Don’t get too attached to the things of this world, you are not as weak as these humans so you shouldn’t act like them too. You are an immortal with the ability to do anything you want, so I don’t want you to get lost doing the same things these humans spend away their little life span on. You shall be called Lilith and you will only take whatever name you want when it comes to the mission, am I clear enough?” He said to his daughter.

“Yes father.” Lily replied in a low tune.

“He is about 18 years of age if I am correct, so he should able to take transformation any moment soon. He should be seeing signs of it too if I am not mistaken.” Hansel said to his daughter.

“Yes father, he complained to me that his body suddenly got a lot bigger over the night coupled with the fact his bedsheets is always torn to shreds whenever he speaks with the voice in his dream. That is clearly a sign that he is about to take transformation and I would be right by his side whenever that happens.” She replied to her father.

“That is great to hear and I am glad that you have got everything in control over here. Well I shall be returning to our cave now and you know where to find me whenever you need me.” Hansel said to his daughter as his body started to deform in a weird way.

He transformed into a bat and flew through the window heading back to his cave. Lily immediately threw herself on the bed as she breathed a huge sigh of relief now that her father had returned back to his cave, now the tension in the room had dropped.

Lily stomach suddenly began to rumble which meant that it was time for her to feed. She opened her fridge and she helped herself with the frozen animal blood that was stored in the fridge.

“You look so pale Dylan, what is wrong?” A calm feminine voice suddenly asked Dylan as he sluggishly walked down the staircase to their quite vast kitchen where his mother was fixing his favorite dish for breakfast.

“I am quite alright mum, I guess I woke up at the wrong side of the bed.” Dylan replied to his mother as he approached her and gave her a soft peck on her cheeks.

“Where are my manners? Good morning mum.” Dylan greeted his mother as he went straight for the fridge to get some milk to drink.

“Good morning Dylie.” She replied as she stretched out her hands covered in gloves to pull out the hot cake pan from the oven.

“I am still not convinced that you are okay, you look so stressed out.” She said to him as she hurriedly dropped the hot pan on the table.

“Still had the same dreams?” She asked him as she pulled off the gloves she was putting on.

“Yes mother, it is just as if these dreams happen at a fixed time interval and it look so real. It didn’t feel like it was a dream, I just don’t know what is wrong.” Dylan replied to his mother as he ran his fingers through his curly brown hairs.

“Do you want to talk about it? Do you want to talk about the dream you just had?” She asked him as she pulled out one chair from the dinning table to sit with him.

“It is really nothing to worry about mum, I will be just fine. I guess it is just the teenage nightmare every teenagers gets from watching too much of horror movies. I guess I would just have to limit the way I watch them from henceforth.” Dylan replied to her as he stood up from the dinning table to set the dishes because his mother was done with the cooking already.

“You always find a way to maneuver away from telling me about what you dreamt off and I don’t really know the reason why but I would respect your decision. As for the horror movie you are talking about, you are 18 already so I don’t see any reason why such movies should take a toll you. That being said, at least now I know that you will have to reduce the way you follow up with the horror movies.” Phoebe replied to her son as she grabbed a knife and was ready to split the cake she made for breakfast.

“The cake smells so yummy mum, I can’t wait to dig in. I am starving!” Dylan said to his mother after setting the dishes for four.

“Yeah I know, no one makes better strawberry cakes than that of mine. But there is no digging in without your siblings so you would need to go get them first Dylie. You woke up quite early today and I guess it is because of the dream you had, you always wake up early anything you complain to me of having such nightmares. Go wake them up because I know the moment you start digging in your favorite cake then there wouldn’t be any left for them when they wake up.” She said to Dylan who was ready to pounce on the cake.

“Come on mum, it is 6 am in the morning already so they should know by now that they should be up. They are both 16 and they have gone past the age of me always waking them up from sleep.” Dylan complained to his mother.

“Okay then, there is no eating or else they are here on the dinning table with us. So I guess we would just have to wait until they are awake then.” She said to Dylan with a huge smile on her face.

“That is emotional black mail mum, you know I am compelled to do anything when it comes to strawberry cakes so why are you using that against me?” Dylan asked his mother and she could see that he was salivating.

“Hahaha, I always win. So are you going to go wake them up or we could still remain here and keep chatting. You know how much I enjoy chatting with you because I barely get the time to do so because of work.” She replied to him.

“Okay mum, I guess you win this time but I would be victorious the next time.” Dylan replied as he got up his chair and he left the dinning table to wake his siblings.

Dylan ran up the stairs at quite an alarming speed jumping about five stairs at a time.

“This boy with his crazy athleticism and he wouldn’t agree to join the school sports team.” Phoebe said to herself as she observed the way Dylan jumped and sprinted up the staircase.

“Rise and shine, slab head.” Dylan said out loud as he walked into the room of his brother without knocking.

He looked at Derek and he was still snoring heavily not bulging a bit even after the grand entrance Dylan had made.

“Okay then, since you would wake then I guess it is time for plan B.” Dylan said out loud as he wide opened the windows and the reflection of the morning sun was right on the face of Derek.

“The air smells so fresh.” Dylan said out loud as he inhaled the fresh air after he had opened the window.

“Yo Derek! Get your lazy ass off the bed.” Dylan turned his back and said to his brother.

“Go away Dylan.” Derek replied in quite a low tube as he kept turning around his bed.

“I would start a countdown from 0 to 3 and if you are still not up then I would have to initiate my plan C.” Dylan replied to Derek as he sat down on the chair in his room.