Embark on a thrilling journey with Dria as she grapples with newfound magical abilities, family secrets, and a destiny she never asked for. In "Her Kind," the line between myth and reality blurs as Dria navigates a world filled with danger, teenage...
A month had slipped away since her father's visit, initially, there was a reluctance to carry out his wishes. She clung to the belief that by doing so, her connection with her father would be severed, and she wasn't ready to let go just yet.
However, Marcelo's recurrent comatose states had escalated, and she found herself struggling to assist him. It was during one tearful night that Kane discovered her distress, and she had little choice but to confide in him about her father's visit. Kane, in his wisdom, urged her to follow her father's guidance, suggesting that it might offer a solution.
She vividly recalled the moment she finally mustered the courage to open the metal box, which she did with Kane by her side. Her father's intended wish had been for her to do it alone, but her emotional fortitude had faltered. As she peered inside, she discovered more than just a key to the storage facility he had mentioned.
Amongst the contents were stacks of cash neatly arranged to the side, along with passports for herself and her twin brothers—documents she hadn't known existed. Alongside these documents lay a firearm, accompanied by peculiar, unfamiliar bullets that intrigued her, differing markedly from the regular ammunition she was accustomed to seeing.
Dria found herself at a crossroads, debating whether or not to share her recent discovery with Uncle Jeremiah. The urge to confide in him was strong, given his unwavering support and involvement in Kane's training, which had been making notable progress. However, she hesitated, torn between the desire for guidance and the instinct to keep certain matters hidden.
Uncertainty gnawed at her, compounded by the twins' relentless curiosity and the challenges of responding to their questions in Uncle Jeremiah's absence. She sensed that her uncle might not react positively if he knew her father was now privy to their shared secrets. This hesitation weighed on her, leaving her torn about what to reveal.
A voice interrupted her internal struggle, and she turned to meet the familiar blue eyes that had become a source of solace. Dria sighed and took a sip of her now-cold coffee, frustration evident as she spilled the liquid down the drain.
"I can't help it," she confessed.
With a resigned sigh, she made her way to the door, picked up the boys' bags, and prepared their lunches. Turning her attention to Kane, she observed him idly playing with the flames dancing on his fingertips.
"Stop playing with fire," she teased, a wry smile gracing her lips.
Kane reciprocated with a smile of his own. "You wish you could," he retorted.
She scoffed in response. "As if I'd want more pressure; I can barely handle the ones I have."
Kane extinguished the flames with a closing of his fingers, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression. He glanced down the hall, ensuring their conversation remained private from the inquisitive ears of the twins.
"Are you going to the storage place today?" he inquired, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Dria replied with an affirmative nod and a playful pop of the 'p'. "Yep," she confirmed, "gotta figure out what else my father has prepared for us."
His excitement was palpable when he suggested, "Want me to come with you?"
Dria shook her head with a warm smile. "No," she replied, "I need you to pick up the twins from school and come straight home. Besides, Pierce offered to go with me."
Kane's reaction was not what she expected. His voice pitched higher as he exclaimed, "You told that boy about us?"
She quickly hushed him with a stern glare, casting a wary look down the hall to ensure the boys hadn't overheard his outburst. Once convinced of their continued disinterest, she turned her attention back to Kane.
"I didn't tell him," she clarified firmly. "Initially, I was going alone, but you know how persistent Pierce can be."
Kane responded with an eye roll and a playful tease, "Persistent? More like, annoying."
Dria couldn't help but question him, her expression curious. "I don't understand why you don't like him."
"Dria, you don't even like him," Kane remarked, his tone carrying a sense of obviousness. Dria responded with a roll of her eyes, opting not to engage in that particular discussion.
She simply shrugged, her feelings toward Alucard still uncertain.
"I wish I could burn his hair and eyebrows off. Now that is training I would enjoy," Kane mused, flames dancing on his fingertips.
"Training isn't supposed to be fun, you idiot," Dria scoffed, "so get that out of the way and let's go."
"Elliam, Marcelo, let's go, we're going to be late for the bus," she called down the hall. The sound of their running feet echoed as they made their way to the front door, just in time to catch the approaching bus.
Waving goodbye to the boys, Dria turned to Kane. "Remember straight home; don't stop for anyone."
"I know, Dria; hurry up or you'll be late for class," he reminded her.
She lingered for a moment, ruffling his blond hair affectionately before dashing down the hill toward the college. As she focused on her schoolwork, she couldn't help but anticipate the hidden secrets her father had intended for her once the day ended.
