Ch. 15: Invitation
I didn’t hesitate at all. I jumped out of my opened window and ran as quickly as my vampire speed would allow. I passed cars and others things driving by on the road and headed to where I knew my father would be. And alley. Why was it always an alley that something bad would happen?
I had that odd feeling of being watched like before a couple of weeks ago. It was so odd. Why was I curious about that now? I pushed it to the back of my mind and continued to run.
I didn’t realize how far away it was. I thought there would have been a limit to how far off I could smell. But soon I found myself standing in the alley, my father laying on the ground in his own puddle of blood and Kitty standing over him.
The werecat was dressed in a tight leather long sleeved shirt that revealed her stomach and tight leather pants, the shin down covered by black combat boots.
She turned to look back at me with her golden eyes, licking my father’s blood off of her claws. She gave me a feline purr. Or was that a growl? Again, I pushed the unneeded thoughts out of my mind.
I went into a crouched position and allowed my instincts to take over. I growled evilly, and then hissed. I felt my fangs turn into razor sharp ones, my nails turning into razor sharp claws. I knew my eyes started to glow because they always did at night.
I gasped in pain though when I felt something rip at my back. I almost doubled over. But then the pain stopped and I smelled my own blood. I didn’t need to look behind me to know what happened. But I did anyways.
From my back had come a set of wings. But they didn’t look like wings. More like bone with a crescent spike at the top joint. There were three bones that protruded from the main one. If they had skin it would have been the part that looked all nice and cool if drawn the correct way.
The bone wings were covered in my blood and I felt intimidated of myself. So I looked back at Kitty, expecting her smug face.
But there was absolute fear on her face. She was even trembling.
I took a step towards her and she fell to her knees. I smirked at her, revealing all of my fangs.
“P-please, I was under Javier’s orders. I h-had no choice.” Kitty stammered, holding up her hands in surrender. Something about me was making her terrified. I was interested in that.
“Why did he send you?” I asked, listening to how my voice held power. Power I hadn’t even realized I had.
“Be-because he learned you were still writing your book. He s-said you needed to be taught a le-lesson and sent me.” She bowed her head to me, biting her lip to the point blood was visible. I smelt it and saw it at the same time and felt a shiver run up my spine.
I grinned again and leaned down, forcing her head back with a nasty yank of her hair. I licked the blood off of her chin. “You ain’t got no mind? Shoulda known. A tramp don’t ever got no mind.” I didn’t bother with trying to hide my accent.
Her scream filled the silent streets as I used my nails to cut open her throat. I frowned. “you taste nasty.” I said as I licked the blood off of my nails.
I heard a very pained groan and gasped. My wings folded back painfully into my back and I ran over to where my father was sprawled on the floor. I stooped next to him, brushing his bangs back from his eyes.
His eyes widened slightly, already glazing a bit. “Mary…Blue,” He whispered, “is you. Mary Ann’s dream…was about… my daughter.”
A tear rolled down his clammy cheek. “Precious…wonderful daughter.” His words became for quiet.
“D-daddy, don’t say anything more…okay?” I tried not to sob but I did anyways. And I ended up crying there with my dying father. I pulled his head onto my lap and started to stroke his hair after I had called the cops.
My father had stopped breathing three minutes before the ambulances and police officers had gotten there. I stared down at my father with an expressionless face.
I barely even noticed the authorities trying to pull me away. But once I did I snapped out of my trance and the tears came again.
“Ma’am, who are you and what happened?” A graying haired cop asked, holding a pen and a tablet of paper, ready to take notes.
They had a blanket around me and a warm cup of tea.” I-I am not sure. I am Rowan Sage, Ronald’s daughter. I was looking for my dad because he was taking so long and I found him dying on the ground and that girl over there with her neck cut open.” I couldn’t say anymore. I cried into my blood-covered hands.
They took me home, told my mother, and we both stayed up in our rooms crying. My mom felt that it was her fault. I knew very well whose fault it was that my father had died. I just couldn’t bring myself to admitting it out loud.
A couple of days had passed and then we had the funeral. I had forgotten just about everything about my life in New York.
I sat in my room a week after the funeral, Satuday, staring out my window with my vacant expression. I heard the footsteps with my amazing hearing and then the even more quiet whispers.
“Simon, so good to see you. How was Hawaii? I am sure you had heard about what happened. Rowan is taking it very hard. Maybe you can help her?”
The door opened then. I slowly turned to look at t he boy that stood next to my mother. Curly chestnut hair, chocolate eyes and glasses. He was dressed in an opened, button up short-sleeved shirt, revealing his white tee under it, baggy blue jeans and sandals.
My ex boyfriend, Simon Withers was standing next to my mom, towering over her.
“Hey, Ro. Your mom showed me a picture of you with it really long. That was cool but I prefer your short hair better.” He grinned, flashing his perfect teeth.
I had cut my hair the day after my father died.
I looked over at the clock. It was 7 at night.
“Rowan, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party this Saturday,” Simon continued. His mother owned an apartment building just around the block from our home/bookstore.
I was silent for a long while. My mother said that I did need to get out of the house for a bit and interact with others. She whispered to Simon how I haven’t done anything at all, that I wasn’t myself. That triggered it.
I stood up, looking at my mother and put on a false smile.” Yeah…I’ll go. It will help me clear my head some, huh?”
