Vampire Queen in Training

Chapter 17

"I know, it's crazy and hard to believe," I told Emma. I was on the phone with her and told her everything about my father being alive.

"I just can't believe he's a demon. I know a lot of people like to fake their deaths, but faking your death and being a demon," she said. I had woken up and gotten ready for my night and figured since I had to go see my grandmother that Emma would want to come too.

"I know!" I exclaimed. "Anyway, we're probably going to leave here shortly to come get you, so be ready in like twenty or thirty minutes," I told her.

"Alright, see you soon." And she hung up. I put my phone in my pocket and headed downstairs to find William once again in the kitchen reading a newspaper. "It's getting pretty easy to find you everyday," I joked walking over to the table.

"It is one of the quieter rooms in the house, so I come here early in the evening to read the daily paper." He said setting it down and standing up. "Are you ready go?"

"Yes, also I told Emma we could pick her up on our way," I told him in a cute manner. "I just haven't seen her in a few days and I'm starting to miss her."

"Of course we can," William said with a smile walking closer to me and gave me a sweet gentle kiss on the cheek. He then took my hand in his and we headed out to the truck. Once we were in he started the engine and left.

It was a quiet ride the whole way to get Emma. Once we got to the house I texted her to let her know we were there. I put my phone down and looked to William who was sitting there quietly looking forward. "William, you've been awfully quiet, is everything alright?" I asked him.

He looked at me for a moment. His dark eyes sinking into mine. The way he looked at me gave me butterflies in my stomach. "I just have a lot going through my mind. I apologize for being so quiet." He said softly.

"Well, everything should be fixed soon," I told him trying to give some reassurance.

"I hope so my sweet Abigail," he said warmly. Just then the back passenger door opened making me jump and Emma hopped in the truck.

"Hey guys," Emma said with enthusiasm.

"You just scared me half to death," I said looking back at her. William looked unfazed by it all.

"So, you two love birds ready?" Emma asked and I gave her a look.

"Good evening Emma, yes we are ready," William said as he started driving. The whole way Emma talked to me about everything that has been going on with her.

"Everyone at work keeps asking when you're going to be back," Emma said with a little laugh.

"I'm surprised I haven't been officially fired yet," I said amused.

"Well, soon you will have a very important job," William said.

"Oh, that's right miss soon to be queen of the undead." Emma piked up.

"Yeah I suppose that is true," I said as William turned into the trailer park where my grandmother lived. I told him which trailer it was and he parked in the driveway and turned off the engine. We got out and Emma lead the way to the door. Just like last time Emma knocked twice and opened the door. Once we stepped inside, my grandmother was sitting in her rocking chair watching more game shows and knitting away. Tonight it looked like she was knitting a scarf.

"Hi gram," I said going to her and giving her a hug, Emma did the same.

"Well hello girls," my grandmother said and looked up at William. "And who must this handsome man be?" She asked with a big smile.

"Good evening, I am William. I am a friend of Abigail's." William said to her with a sweet charismatic smile.

"That is a lovely name. I am Elise, but you can call me gram if you'd like dear." My sweet grandmother told him. William smiled at her and the three of us sat down on her sofa. "So, what brings you here?"

"Well, I actually had a few questions about when I was younger." I told her.

"What about it dear?" She asked curiously.

"Did I ever do anything strange or out of the ordinary when I was growing up?" I asked her.

"No dear, you were one of the best children I had raised. You never cried when you were a baby. You never got into any trouble." My grandmother said. "The only off putting thing I remember is when you got mad. It look a lot to get you to that point, but when you got angry you got mad, red in the face, filled with rage. Honestly those times scared me."

"When you got mad you were really scary," Emma admitted as well. I looked at her and my grandmother and then to William.

"May you please describe the time that you felt Abigail had the most anger?" William asked her.

"Of course. The time she was the most angry was when this little boy was saying some mean things about her parents." My grandmother said looking directly to William. "Abby was very upset, telling this boy to stop, but he didn't. Finally Abby had enough. She was very quiet at first, and she had her eyes closed. Slowly it looked like her brown hair was turning red, her face got red as well. Then she opened her eyes. Her bright green ones were gone; they had became dark and red, almost like they were bleeding."

My grandmother paused for a moment, then continued, "Her anger didn't last long. Once the boy saw her transformation, he cried and ran away. And just as easily as all this happened, moments after she was her happy self again." Everyone just sat there quietly for a moment.

"How often did this transformation happen?" William asked looking directly into my grandmothers eyes.

"Just the one time. After that it didn't happen ever again." She said breaking his eye contact. After hearing my grandmother described this about me, it made me think about who I could have become if my parents had still been around. Would I have been like my father, or not?

"One more question, how was my father, how was he as a person?" I asked my grandmother.

"Your father was a sweet man, at least to his family. He did have a lot of anger though. Other than his anger, which your mother thought to be bipolar disorder, he was a decent man." She said truthfully.  "The only time I would say I ever saw his anger, was usually when he got home from work first thing in the morning."

"What you mean?" I asked her curiously.

"He always seemed distant and angry, like his job was such a bad one. No one would talk to him until later in the day after he would wake up." My grandmother said quietly like he was listening to her talk about him.

"That's odd, would that be where Abby got her anger from," Emma asked puzzled.

"With how genes work, I would assume. Abby, your mother was the complete opposite. She was always happy, it was extremely hard to get her mad." My grandmother explained. "Anyway dear, it is getting late and I'm getting awfully tired."

"Alright gram. Thank you for telling us." I said as I got up and gave her a hug. After we left her trailer, we headed to bring Emma home.