Dracula's Secret

11

Remington's POV:

"Wait, so tell us again. What exactly happened when Ricky left?" Sebastian asked me once I'd told him why an ambulance had come to our house, and Ricky was lying on the pavement. 

I squeezed my hands together while I took another sharp breath through my teeth. "He walked away, and while he was exiting, I felt another surge of power rush over me. But this time, I wasn't teleported there. And when I realized what I was doing, his neck was a massacre of knife cuts."

"This had never happened before?"

"This has never happened before."

"And does he know that you did it?" Emerson asked. We hadn't told Sebastian that Ricky had found out my secret.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "He might. Even if he did though, it's not like anyone would believe him. I mean, how do you explain something like that?"

"Sooner or later, someone's going to connect it back to you," Sebastian told me, biting his nails. He smashed one of his hands down on the coffee table, making me jump. "God fucking dammit! How could we be so careless?!"

"We?" I asked. Usually, it was all my fault. It was always all my fault. Was he taking credit for my lack of control over my supernatural abilities?

"Yes, we. I should have helped you control your powers the minute I knew that you had them. It was that one day, that one day. I knew that you weren't....normal. But I just sat there. I just let you manifest."

"How long have you known?" I asked quietly.

"Since I first met you. When you were three."

"What did I do?"

"You went outside. When I went to look for you, you were clawing at a tree. At first, I thought it was just a sad attempt to climb up it, but then it changed. There was blood at the corners of your mouth. It wasn't what anyone else that I'd ever known was capable of."

"Why did you never tell me?" Emerson asked.

"You?! He didn't tell me either!" I snapped.

"I didn't know how to tell either of you. I just knew that something was off. I guess I just thought that it was my imagination. And you know what, I was kind of wrong to do that. I should have told you."

"You would've gotten locked up for sure," Emerson shook his head.

"Locked up?" I asked.

"They would've thought that I was crazy and put me into a mental facility," Sebastian explained.

"But it's true!"

"And people don't believe in the supernatural, remember? I know that you're different, and now Ricky does to. I just really hope that it doesn't get him where I thought that it would get me." He got a distant look in his eyes. 

"I agree," Emerson nodded.

"So what are the two of you going to do then? Are you going to quarantine me until you figure out how to kill me?" I asked, sounding more intrigued than afraid.

"What? No! We'd never try to kill you!" He looked at Sebastian. "We just want to try and see if there's a way to control these powers of yours."

"Right, okay." I shook my head. I looked upstairs, feeling a strong sense of intuition in my gut. There was something more that they weren't telling me, and it was hidden somewhere in one of their rooms. I stood up, and began walking to the staircase. I heard their voices calling me, asking me where I was going. It was as though I was in a different state of mind though, because I couldn't stop walking. I heard Emerson say something about just giving up and leaving me alone. Sebastian complied.

The feeling called out the strongest when I was near Sebastian's room. There, sitting on a desk was his open computer. It was opened to a page about sympathy. How to sympathize with other people. Was that why he was acting differently today? I looked that the bottom bar of the screen and saw that there was a second page open on the browser. I clicked on it, and was horrified by what I saw. There were hundreds, no thousands, of pages on exorcism, killing demons, killing vampires, killing the undead, on and on and on it went. Sebastian was trying to kill me. There was a notebook on his desk that was opened to a page with lyrics that I might have seen before. Where had I seen them? The title of the song was at the top of the page: Live Fast, Die Beautiful. Who was that by?

ESCAPE THE FATE?! What the hell does that mean? And why are they written on this notebook? Do they mean something?

(A/n: Am I asking questions that my readers may potentially be asking?)