Wayne Carlyle happened to live a few blocks across from where Jayke and I lived. The minute he opened the door I put the picture of him holding a horned child in his face and asked if he knew Christine Shelvy. He looked at us, then outside at the neighborhood before finally letting us in with a slight sign of surprise showing on his face. He sat us in the living room and had his maid bring us a tray of pastries as he took a seat across from us.
“Christine died when she was two. Her mother refused to have her burned, I was happy about that,” he explained.
The more I looked at him the more I thought that yes, he was my father. He had the same black hair and dark green eyes that I hid under the glamour. His hair showed the separation that years of growing and retracting horns would show. He was a demon and still owned his horns, his aura was strong, but it was very well hidden.
“Would you help Christine if she was still alive but in trouble?” Jayke asked.
“She was my daughter, my only daughter. She was taken from me and adopted by a man I hated. Of course I would help her.” He responded somewhat confused.
“Would you risk your life for hers?” I asked glancing at Jayke.
Wayne looked from me to Jayke then back to me.
“I would kill and be killed for her,” was all he said and I knew he was honest.
“Drop the glamour for me,” I told Jayke.
The minute my black hair, green eyes and tan were revealed, Wayne stared at me as if seeing a ghost.
“Now, you know a secret larger then life and saying it would cost your life at my hands,” I whispered, “Mr. Shelvy is dead. My mother is under a promise that I doubt she’ll keep. I’m tired of running and hiding. I just learned that my whole life has been a pile of legal papers we call lies. I have the strongest demon blood ever and I need my father or at least someone I can trust enough to help me. I know that you’re the reason I’m so strong.” I explained, holding onto Jayke’s hand. He had dropped his glamour up to revealing his eyes. We needed to have a positive or at least fearful impact on him.
Wayne smiled and dropped the wall hiding his blood call. The call of his blood to mine hit me like slap but instead of hurting and making me cry or pushing me down, it held me up straight and proud of my heritage.
“Come, I’ll show you both, something,” he stood and led us into the basement. “When are your birthdays?” he asked playing around with some old machine.
“March 15,” answered Jayke.
I glanced around then at Jayke somewhat worried about my birthday.
“No need to say it Christine – “
“Crissy,” I cut him off. He turned to look at me with an amused smile. “Christine Shelvy is dead, Crissy Tane is a fighter and Lexsley Carmain is a human. Right now, I’m not faking or dead. I’m fighting.”
“Alright Crissy, or may I call you Cris? Its part of both names.” He asked softly, turning back to his machines, “If you say you’re strong then you’re born on November 1. If you’re born on November 1 you follow our family’s tradition of having blood higher then 90%. We share the same birth date.” He explained, “So, my plan will have to take place on Jayke’s birthday. Just next month then, great.”
He played with the machines a bit more then looked at us seriously and took my hands.
“Will you survive a month?” he asked.
YOU ARE READING
Demon Child
FantasyIn 2010 there was a baby boom. The difference was that every child born that year was a demon. Many had been born demons in the past, the first one appearing in the medieval times. But 2010 brought the demon rate higher and higher. It was humans aga...
