Sparks Fly

Chapter 1

                  

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The startling sound of my alarm going off shook me out of my deep sleep. "Arg, Monday." Dragging myself out of bed and into the shower was one of the hardest thing to do, especially on a Monday.  After having the hottest shower humanly possible I got dressed into a pair of skinny jeans and a graphics tee. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I skipped down stairs, getting the sweet and loving smell of coffee greeting my nostrils. "Hey love." My dad says as I walk into the, 'to-bright-to-be-normal', yellow kitchen. "How did you sleep?" he asked looking up from the newspaper in his hands.
"Alright, I guess" I mumble, walking over to the coffee machine on the far left of the kitchen counter. Wrapping my hands around the warm and comforting cup, I press it to my lips. OMG! I think to myself, how could I live without coffee? As soon as I try to imagine my life without the one thing that keeps me going thorough out the day, my dad's boyfriend, Luca, walks in the kitchen. I can't help but stare. A 35 year old tall, muscled man, in nothing but boxers that, might I add, leave nothing to the imagination, with short brown hair and the hint of stubble, wrapped in an English accent and the body of a Greek God is the idealistic man candy of Luca Montrose. I asked myself the same question I ask every morning, but never gets answered why the hot ones are always gay? My dad is a very lucky guy. I reluctantly take my eyes off from the Greek god standing in the doorway to the kitchen and clear my throat. "Umm Luca?"
"Yeah Addy." Luca always called me by my nickname, since I first met him.

No one but my mother called me Addyson, but as soon as she left me and my dad, she lost the privilege. Now I just get a card on my birthday and a card on Christmas, with the promise that we can catch up soon, but it never happens. 
"Umm, you may want to go put a pair of pants on or something." I pointed down it show another reason why he was too good for my dad.
"Ah shit!" The only noise you could here over the pounding of his retreating footsteps was the sound of my father laughing his ass off.
"Got more than what you bargained for this morning?" My dad asked me with a smirk on his face. My dad and I always had that sort of relationship more friends and jokes then parent and strictness. And I liked it.
"Sorry 'bout that." A red faced Luca came back into the kitchen zipping up his fly to a pair of black jeans.
"Well, I'm off to school" Drinking the last of my coffee and putting the mug into the dish washer. "See you guys tonight." Hugging both of my dads and walking out of the kitchen. Walking out of the house I hear Luca saying to my dad.
"I think the humans are going to find out very soon who and what we are. I think we should leave, I don't think it is safe anymore for Addyson or you. I'll do everything and anything in my power to protect the the two of you. You're the only family I have left." Hearing my dad agree and kiss Luca, I left the house. My dad was always truthful with me. On my tenth birthday my dad told me I have 'the gene' inherited from him. The Sparkline gene. Meaning I was half angel, half vampire. This is why my mother left; she would always pray daily that I wouldn't get the gene. But on my tenth birthday in the middle on my birthday party my wings decided the sprout and glow. My dad was excited but my mother freaked out and cancelled the party. He told me everything and held me until I fell asleep. In the morning, up and dress for school, I found a note on the kitchen counter saying:

Dear Addyson,
I'm so sorry,
  but your father knows why I can't be around you. My side of the family hate the Sparklines' and always will, they disowned my when I married your father. I told Alec, when I was pregnant with you, that I could not have a baby that was half good, and half bad, with more chance of being evil. I may have fell in love with an angel but I am not ready to be disappointed if you are evil
I love you and always will.

  Love always,
Mum

This message always ran though my head. Every time I did something bad or naughty I would run to my dad crying and asking him if my evil side was taking over my good side. I was never scared of the boogie man, ghost or monsters under my bed, the real monster was me, and I was scared to prove my mother right.