Chapter 15

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The next day Nicco prepared for what he viewed as a real-life nightmare: going to visit his horrid, vampire family. It was only for a couple of days, he told himself. Although he knew they usually lasted quite long.

Micheal was troubled. Nicco was leaving to see his family, whom he knew near nothing of, all the while Micheal was left alone. It was unfair to him, particularly after such a pleasant day. At least he had Sariha to keep him company.

Bethany and Nicco decided to ride together. Well, that's what they told Micheal anyway. It was really so Nicco didn't have to park his car in some arbitrary parking lot just to trick Micheal. Sariha was in on the secret so she proposed the idea of her staying over so Bethany can leave her car in her locked garage. No one protested.

Bethany was dreading this trip as much as Nicco was. It was only until Nicco was a full fledgling that she began to hate her family. She still has nightmares of that night. The night her parents forced Nicco to... She became teary-eyed just remembering it.

As most children do, Bethany had cherished her parents. They were mighty and competent, yet cunningly sweet with her and her siblings. Raising them was a tremendous task they took simply with pride. They were family people, after all.

Their mother was the most beautiful woman around. Soft, winsome, caramel skin brandishing a beauty mark or two. Long, luxurious, chocolate hair fluttered against her back with every graceful step. Truly stereotypical of Cuban genetics to bless her with such wide hips that led to a supple behind. Perfectly plump breasts that sat firmly on her chest, doubtfully so. It was a profound mystery to Bethany that such horrificness could come from someone that looked as if they were incarnated from heaven.

The father wasn't much different, at least in a masculine discernment. Strong muscles strained his caramel skin to the limit. Thick veins took presence on his arms and legs. They were like bungee cords bandaged over the top of the car to hold a mattress. The veins were just extra support so as to not break through the skin.

His face held a solemn subtlety to it which incorporated his sharp jaw and cheekbones and eyes that seemed to not accommodate life. He was quiet, not because he was the sky, but because he didn't feel the need to talk. Socialization is not his strong suit. But when he did feel the need to talk, it was hella disturbing. If he yelled, like that one night, Bethany and Nicco were sure to turn to stone from fear.

She had this internal debate about what part of the story was worse. Hating the people that gave life to you? Or: Parents hurting the very thing they decided to give life to? Regarding this situation, the latter is worse. The parents inflicted too much pain to not be hated.

The family, like most covens, followed every step they took. They were their masters after all. Most covens aren't built of pregnancies but of turning humans. Their parents were one of the few blood bonded vampires that could conceive. They had 11 children in total. Most were conceived to flaunt their luck to the other vampires. Nicco was the youngest but his birth was the first mistake.

It seems the four friends, and two couples had much in common with each other. Two bastards haunted from the gaudy tenacity of their parents. Parental issues are deeply seated in the hearts of our four, charming main characters.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go?" Micheal pouted. He played with the sleeves of his boyfriend's hoodie, feeling shy at the sudden burst of care he felt for the other. Nicco just sighed in return. By no means would he bring Micheal to that wretched coven.

"I'm sorry, baby." And he hugged him. Arms wrapped around his waist, his chin resting in comfort on top of Micheals's head. Such a sweet, foreboding goodbye.

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