Half-Breed

Chapter Six

I stormed into my house, my mother and father staring at me. I had tears in my eyes. Did I really believe I was a vampire? My mother walked over to me, going to embrace me, but I backed away. Her face became full of sadness. I shook my head. My parents just stared at me. I stared at them. I calmed down, and built up enough courage, "Am I a vampire?" My parent’s expressions became numb. They were shocked that I could ask such a question. I knew Mr Goth was an idiot. I shook my head, clearly embarrassed. I began to walk up to my bedroom, when my mother grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. She turned me around to look at her. Her eyes where filled with sorrow and grief. A small tear dropped from her left eye. I stared at her. She knows something... Mother wiped the tear away, and took a breath in. A small smile came across her face, "Lyric, we were going to tell you once you had completed the change, or when you asked what was wrong with you." I stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't possibly believe that I was a vampire. They don't exist. My father came over and nodded his head. He had a smile on his; he believed too. Vampires are real. How can that be? They're just myths. I looked down at the ground, but my mother put her hand underneath my chin and pulled it back up so that I was looking into her eyes. "How did you find out?" A smile had come across her face. She wanted to know. Does she believe I am a vampire now? I haven't changed yet, I don't think. "Mr Goth told me." Her face dropped. My father ran over to us, and pulled my mother away from me. She was getting angry. I've never seen her like this before; her face was slowly changing into something animal-like. My father was holding her against the wall, trying to calm her down. She looked at me with dark red eyes, as if she wanted to kill me, to feed on my blood. Father was whispering something in her ears, and her eyes slowly changed back to a green colour. 

My mother slumped down to the ground; crying. Father was comforting her. I stared at them both, realising that my mother was a vampire, and my father was too. No human can hold a vampire back when they're angry and on the kill. I am a vampire. The thought and horror was still there. I thought I was human. I thought I was normal. I guess not... My mother brought herself back together, and stood up. She looked disappointed in herself. "Lyric, I am so sorry for not telling you sooner. Your father is as well. But, you are never going to be a full vampire." I look at her confusingly. Am I missing something? "What do you mean? You're a vampire and so is father. That makes me a pure breed vampire". How did I know this? It's as if all ancient knowledge is slowly filling my brain. Mother looked at my father, slightly ashamed. "I became pregnant with you before I turned your father into a vampire." My face dropped. So what I am then? "When I found out that I was pregnant with you, I turned your father. If anyone found out that we had a half breed child, they would kill you." My face dropped even more, and I could feel myself becoming cold. What's happening to me?  My parents looked at each other. They were happy together and totally in love. "We couldn't lose you. I turned into a vampire so that you could live." My father spoke to me. "It was a risk we had to take. You were our first child. We didn't want to see you be killed." I understood what they were saying, but it was so much to take in. I felt my begin to spin, and soon my body became weak. The room began to spin. The last thing I felt was my body hitting the cold, hard floor. 

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I awoke in my room, the black walls becoming lighter each moment. I look to my window, the early morning sun shone through, into my whole room and directly on my eyes. The light was really hurting my eyes this morning. Ugh, why is this irritating me so much? I closed my curtains, and I began to feel much better. I heard movement downstairs; my parents couldn't be awake just yet. I peered out of my bedroom door, and noticed that my parents’ bedroom door was left open. Hm, they are awake. What's going on? I tried to recall what had happened last night, but nothing. I could only feel a small pain in the back of my head. Probably the way I’m sleeping. Stupid bed. I walked back and closed my bedroom door. I began to get ready for school, but my mother came into my room. I turned to meet her, and we both looked at each other. For some reason, she looked sad. I began to walk to her, but she stopped me. She looked down at me with her blue eyes, "You're not going to school today. Your father and I are taking you somewhere." A small smile came across her face. I smiled back. It was only the second day of school, but who cares? I took off my school clothes and put on a white shirt and black skinny jeans. I put on a pair a black Chuck Taylor's, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My parents made me breakfast; toast covered in butter and Vegemite. I slowly ate my toast, but when I had finished, my hunger had not been fulfilled. I went into the pantry and got myself a packet of prawn cocktail flavoured crisps. I finished then, and yet I was still hungry. I've got to stop. I don't want to get fat.