FATHER AND UNCLE
846 Words
It was between afternoon and evening, the moons hadn’t risen yet still Lyra couldn’t hold herself back.
The note given to her was in her pocket, it burnt slowly like it had a pulse of it own.
Marianne was downstairs calling out Lyra’s, but she didn’t give any response which left Marianne thinking she was asleep.
Silas was out with his friends.
She knew Rhett would come to check on her and if she waited long enough, he’s probably find her.
So she didn’t wait.
Gravemoor wasn’t far but the people in Maplecross didn’t talk much about it and when they eventually did their voices got really low, it was the kind of place that mothers told their children to avoid, the kind of place that kept it’s secrets in the bones of it’s houses. Although rumors had it that the place was filled with ungodly creatures.
As she crossed the bridge the air changed, thicker still warm, the shadows stretched Nig allowing for easy visibility, the trees gree closer together.
Every footstep, every sound seemed sharper, the rustle of leave on trees, the snap of twig, at this point her senses became heightened.
Across the path she was walking she saw the man
Her foster father. Damon Calder.
He was sitting down on a chair in an empty porch, he didn’t seem suprised to see her.
His hair had more silver on his hair than she remembered, lines on his face hadn’t softened, his glare was still very bright.
In a low voice he said “I told you to wait, didn’t I?”
“You abandoned me in the field, for what, for me to die?” She interrupted
She shot back again “ and you don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do”
His and her eyes narrowed immediately
“I didn’t leave you, I hid you”
“You hid me so that I could properly dieee!!!”Lyra said fiercely.
He didn’t answer her right a way, he paused and scanned the trees behind her making sure they were alone.
“From the people who would have killed you. From the prophecy. From my enemies. From your fathers enemies. From everything Lyra. Everythingggg!!!”
“My father?”
His eyes dimed, “ Selene was my sister, my only sibling, your mother, which makes me your uncle. I am a Caelum, Damon Caelum and so you are a Caelum.
“How so?” Lyra asked
“Your father is Karl Ashbourne, a werewolf, but you don’t bear his name. In our world hierarchy Of supernaturals are important, your mother was a vampire and vampires are ranked above werewolves and so the child bears and carries the most ranked surname.
See the blood you carry is more dangerous than you realize.”
“Don’t come to me in that way, like you care…” Lyra said sobbing.
She wanted to speak, to yell, to demand why he hadn’t told her sooner but a sudden movement at the edge of the tree distracted her from those thoughts.
A shadow detached itself from the tree line.
Rhett.
He stepped into the light enabling himself to be seen.
His eyes locked on Damon like two blades drawn from same sheath, it seemed like they knew each other.
“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here” Rhett said in a calm soothing voice while his hand leaned on her shoulder.
“Neither should you Mr vale. Still playing guardian, Huh?” Damon’s lips twitched giving this smile full with sacarsm.
“Still playing coward, Huh”. Rhett said with a stern look.
There was so much tension between them, it felt electric, heavy enough to crush the space.
“You guyss know each other”
“Everyone knows everyone in the realm, some of us just pretend not to” Damon said with boldness.
She then realized that this couldn’t be mere coincidence, Rhett had probably known her since her being activated. “He had been shadowing her for only how long” she thought to herself.
Before she demanded the truth from the both of them, the bells at a church nearby that was all rusted and broken let out a groan that was more felt than heard.
Because of the heightened sense of both vampires and Lyra
the sound kept on echoing.
“They’ve found us” Damon said without hesitation.
“Who” she demanded.
Rhett moved first stepping infront of her, her kept his body facing the angle of the dark street, where the sound travelled from preparing himself for a fight.
“Go home” Damon said sharply, “and this time listen”
But this time Lyra’s was done listening, as if she ever listened…
Damon’s eyes struck Lyra then to the darkened street.
“Tell me what’s going on!!!!” Lyra said in anger.
“Shutup Lyra, if you had listened to me you wouldn’t have been asking me this stupid question” Damon said with annoyance.
The air in Gravemoor shifted……
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