Divine Blood (Vampire Love Story #6) by H.T. Night

said, on the inside, it was very modern, or as modern as
2028 could be.
    I often would sit back on my chair and
just observe Jason and Joshua as they played. It was quite a sight.
Now they were older, and the only playing they seemed to be doing
was in video games.
    Jason wouldn’t allow Joshua to cheat.
And whenever he could, even at a very young age, he had the
diplomacy to say it in a way where he gave Joshua an opportunity to
take his move back saying that it was obviously a
mistake.
    He knew his brother cheated, but yet,
his brother was able to retreat his move and still have a high
level of respect for himself. Jason was a phenomenal kid, because
he understood that was what his brother needed.
    I had to be honest, Jason frightened
me outright, sometimes. I wondered if he was perfect. I looked
further on the hallway wall and looked at a recent picture of my
son Jason. He had taken at a studio that his mother made him and
brother go to. She loved having pictures of her boys.
    I looked at Jason’s photo. He strained
to give the best smile he could. He was handsome boy, and his
waters ran deep. Profound wasn’t the word. Jason was like having a
mini-Deity in the house. But that didn’t happen overnight. Both
boys went through a lot of trials before either one of them
sincerely grew up.
    Once they understood their destiny,
that was when things changed, but that their knowledge of who they
were didn’t happen overnight. There were a lot of talks. That
started at a very early age.
    I remembered the boys were
almost seven years old, and we were in our main bedroom, wrestling.
Joshua was really aggressive and would just clobber me without a
care in the world. He knew I could take it and he knew that was the
only chance he had. Jason, however, knew my weaknesses, very
ticklish feet. He would always figure out a way to make me say
“uncle” by tickling my feet. He was very tactical in that way. In
his mind, getting me to say “uncle” was the only goal. It didn’t
matter if I did it through pain or laughter.
    Lena came to the door.
“How are my three boys doing?” she yelled out.
    “ We’re taking down Dad!”
was Joshua’s reply.
    Lena smiled. “I know two
boys who are really stinky and need a shower and I am not referring
to Jason.”
    “ Very funny,” I
said.
    “ He’s like a flower.
Seriously, have you ever smelled B.O. on that boy?” Lena was
referring to Jason.
    “ No.” I
laughed.
    “ Well, there you
go!”
    I knew, early on, I was
going to two completely different relationships with both my
sons.
    I remembered later that
night, Joshua came into my bedroom to tell me goodnight and said,
“Daddy, there are a lot of different types of animals on this
island. Some alive and some dead.”
    I was scared to know where
this is going. Joshua had a tendency to be a bit morbid at times,
to the delight of his Uncle Tommy. As a matter of fact, Tommy
encouraged his bizarre behavior on just about every
subject.
    I know I had to ask the
question, so I let her rip. “Why, son?” Then I held my breath,
preparing myself for what he was about to say next.
    “ Sometimes, I think I see
a dead animal.”
    “ Why is the animal dead?”
I asked.
    “ I don’t know. Something
might have killed it or it died naturally, but it always looks
really dead.” Then Jason said to me, “It’s not dead, it’s
sleeping.”
    “ Jason says that to
you?”
    “ Yes, and he’s always
right because every time, that animal gets up and walks
away.”
    I looked at Joshua and
knew exactly where this was going.
    “ Jason always wakes them
up by putting his hand over their eyes. One time, this rabbit
didn’t even have a head. Jason said it was asleep and put his
finger on the rabbit’s belly and his head popped out from his neck
like a jack-in-the-box.”
    “ Wow.” Great, my son was
healing road kill.
    “ Joshua,” I said, as
morbid as he would like it. “Everything dies eventually, animals,
people, and even headless