Hell's Daughter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Enzo

I watch the car pull up on the driveway, it is speeding almost crashing into the garage. I'm glad I didn't let him take the McLaren. That is in the garage, it is my favourite sports car. The pick-up is the vehicle I taught Colt to drive in. He has driven it to high school a few times. He doesn't bother putting it in the garage, he leaves it in front of the house. I sigh, there is a garage for a reason. Marching to the front door he looks distraught. Damn it. I can imagine that it didn't go well. I snap my hand, the truck begins to put itself in the garage.

The front door slams open. "How did she take it?" I ask as my fingers flicker; a meal appears on the table.

"Fine." Colt grumbles.

Colt is not okay. Each time I magic our meals, he always cracks a bad joke about how he only lives with me because he can't cook for himself. Or I can't die otherwise he'd starve to death. I get nothing now. I groan. Here comes the hardest part of my long life. Emotions! I never understood them. Revenge is my limit of emotional intelligence.

"What happened?" I bite into the fried chicken laid in front of me, dipping it in garlic sauce, only just a little.

"Nothing." He stabs the chicken, he has his own blood sauce. It is the only way for him to eat normal food.

"Colt." I hiss, a little anger flaring, I don't accept lies. "Don't lie to me."

Instantly, Colt's head dips. I know that look. Regret.

"I'm sorry."

I nod accepting the apology. Colt has lied to me before, that didn't end well. It caused a bigger problem than if he had just told me the truth. If someone has to lie, they must be able to do it properly. Jemma, my dear friend, died because she lied to me. I would have been able to help her if she had told me what was going on. My eyes bore into Colt's as he cowers. Silence looming.

"She called me a monster." He crumbles under the pressure.

"That little—" I slam down my cutlery. "No that's... I won't allow that." I scowl. Differences don't make us monsters, they make us stronger. Humans just need to trust us. No-one should be ashamed of what they are. They only call us monsters out of fear.

"Colt. I swear—"

"You are not doing anything."

I glare at him, I'd like him to try and stop me. I have boundaries of respect I do not let anyone cross. Especially with Colt. I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone harm him the second I saw him. The skinny, blood-soaked boy in the rain crying, without a home.

"She is in shock. If you go and pick a fight and blow some magic in the air you are only going to confirm her theory."

"I wasn't going to attack her. I just want to talk to her." I defend myself truthfully. I am not stupid. I don't want to scare Holly or get revenge. That will not fix the problem. I want to prove Colt is not a monster. She will transform into a werewolf one day. She needs to accept what she is before it's too late.

"I wouldn't risk scaring her." I promise. "I know you want to help the girl. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise that."

Colt sinks in his seat, hands holding up his head.

"I want to talk to her that's all."

Colt waves his hand, sending me on my way. I take that as a yes. He bites into his blood pudding.

Turning, I go to leave the room. My plate clears itself from the table. I pause at the doorway, I forgot to ask the dreaded question. "Are you okay?"