God, boys are stupid.
D smirks. “Yes, I suppose we could stick to English.” He continues to smirk. “Your father is not dead, child.”
“I saw his body today at the morgue and let me tell you, he is most definitely dead .” I feel absolutely disgusted.
“Before we go any further with this conversation, let’s get rid of the boy. He shouldn’t hear this.” Jacob nods towards Nathan. “Go home, kid.”
“No. I’m not leaving her with you two freaks,” Nathan rebuts.
“Jacob is practically family and this other guy didn’t show up pulling knives on people,” I snort.
Nathan winces at my words. “I’m not going anywhere,” he answers after a short moment of silence.
“Oh, fine then, don’t leave willingly, we’ll just make you leave.” D steps towards Nathan and then places his hand on top of Nathan’s head. Nathan immediately drops to the ground for a third time today.
I nearly scream. Oh my god. How did he do that? Did he just do that? “Nathan!” I cry. I have a flashback of my mother in the park. I suddenly come to the realization that my four-year-old imagination had not made a tall tale of what had become of my mother all those years ago, this ‘magic trick’ that D just pulled, was nearly the exact same one that the old man in the park performed on my mother all those years ago which led to her demise. I am unable to write this off as coincidence. Suddenly I’m wondering what this man named D is, instead of wondering who he is. Before I can stop myself I scream and shuffle backwards into my front step, tripping on it and falling onto my butt. I let out a gasp and then another uncontrollable scream escapes me.
“ Shh! You’re making a scene, Ariella!” Jacob mutters in a hushed tone and walks towards me. Did he not just see what the stranger in my yard did to my prom date? “Everyone in the house. NOW,” Jacob demands while picking up an unconscious Nathan and carrying him past me and into my house. I’m too shocked to say anything so I watch as D also walks past me and into the house. I’m left wondering whether or not Nathan was in fact telling me the truth when he said that this man named D killed my father.
Chapter 5
It isn’t long before Jacob grabs my arm, helps me up, pulls me up the stairs, shoves me into the house, and shuts the front door, ushering me to the couch. I reluctantly take a seat. I spot Nathan laying still and unconscious across the room on the floor and wonder if he’s alright. Is he dead?
No one says anything for what seems like hours but I’m sure it’s only minutes. Then finally Jacob stands up from his own seat beside D on the couch opposite of mine.
“D is right, Ariella, your father is alive. Before you go about telling us that you saw his body again, you have to let us explain. Your father should have explained all of this years ago, our father. Why don’t we start with that?” Jacob rambles as if he’s not sure where to start.
I look at him wondering if he’s lost it.
“You’re my half-sister,” he tries again as if he thinks I didn’t comprehend his words.
“That’s impossible. My dad is barely old enough to be my own father,” I mutter.
“Actually, he’s old enough to be your great great great something grandfather. He is nearly 300 years old. He’s an Immortal . The first immortal, actually,” he continues.
Before I have the chance to tell him he’s nuts, D stands up. “She’s going to think you’re nuts. Telling her isn’t going to work, you’ll have to show her.” D walks into the kitchen and starts rummaging through cupboards until he pulls out a glass.
“I know but what do you suggest I do? Stab myself?” Jacob answers.
I watch as D fills his cup with water and takes a swig.
“No idea,” D says and returns to his seat. “Continue.”
“Maybe I should start from the beginning. Uh...witches. There are witches. Years ago, there was a set of twins born with strange powers. Call it a birth
D smirks. “Yes, I suppose we could stick to English.” He continues to smirk. “Your father is not dead, child.”
“I saw his body today at the morgue and let me tell you, he is most definitely dead .” I feel absolutely disgusted.
“Before we go any further with this conversation, let’s get rid of the boy. He shouldn’t hear this.” Jacob nods towards Nathan. “Go home, kid.”
“No. I’m not leaving her with you two freaks,” Nathan rebuts.
“Jacob is practically family and this other guy didn’t show up pulling knives on people,” I snort.
Nathan winces at my words. “I’m not going anywhere,” he answers after a short moment of silence.
“Oh, fine then, don’t leave willingly, we’ll just make you leave.” D steps towards Nathan and then places his hand on top of Nathan’s head. Nathan immediately drops to the ground for a third time today.
I nearly scream. Oh my god. How did he do that? Did he just do that? “Nathan!” I cry. I have a flashback of my mother in the park. I suddenly come to the realization that my four-year-old imagination had not made a tall tale of what had become of my mother all those years ago, this ‘magic trick’ that D just pulled, was nearly the exact same one that the old man in the park performed on my mother all those years ago which led to her demise. I am unable to write this off as coincidence. Suddenly I’m wondering what this man named D is, instead of wondering who he is. Before I can stop myself I scream and shuffle backwards into my front step, tripping on it and falling onto my butt. I let out a gasp and then another uncontrollable scream escapes me.
“ Shh! You’re making a scene, Ariella!” Jacob mutters in a hushed tone and walks towards me. Did he not just see what the stranger in my yard did to my prom date? “Everyone in the house. NOW,” Jacob demands while picking up an unconscious Nathan and carrying him past me and into my house. I’m too shocked to say anything so I watch as D also walks past me and into the house. I’m left wondering whether or not Nathan was in fact telling me the truth when he said that this man named D killed my father.
Chapter 5
It isn’t long before Jacob grabs my arm, helps me up, pulls me up the stairs, shoves me into the house, and shuts the front door, ushering me to the couch. I reluctantly take a seat. I spot Nathan laying still and unconscious across the room on the floor and wonder if he’s alright. Is he dead?
No one says anything for what seems like hours but I’m sure it’s only minutes. Then finally Jacob stands up from his own seat beside D on the couch opposite of mine.
“D is right, Ariella, your father is alive. Before you go about telling us that you saw his body again, you have to let us explain. Your father should have explained all of this years ago, our father. Why don’t we start with that?” Jacob rambles as if he’s not sure where to start.
I look at him wondering if he’s lost it.
“You’re my half-sister,” he tries again as if he thinks I didn’t comprehend his words.
“That’s impossible. My dad is barely old enough to be my own father,” I mutter.
“Actually, he’s old enough to be your great great great something grandfather. He is nearly 300 years old. He’s an Immortal . The first immortal, actually,” he continues.
Before I have the chance to tell him he’s nuts, D stands up. “She’s going to think you’re nuts. Telling her isn’t going to work, you’ll have to show her.” D walks into the kitchen and starts rummaging through cupboards until he pulls out a glass.
“I know but what do you suggest I do? Stab myself?” Jacob answers.
I watch as D fills his cup with water and takes a swig.
“No idea,” D says and returns to his seat. “Continue.”
“Maybe I should start from the beginning. Uh...witches. There are witches. Years ago, there was a set of twins born with strange powers. Call it a birth
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