-Rewritten 05/10/17-
-Edited 01/08/18-
-Anya-
Etta combs through my brown hair one last time getting the remaining brown curls before braiding my hair back. She spins me in my chair touching my face with her cold fingers. My door opens behind her.
"Lady Anya, your presence has been requested for breakfast" another coven member, loyal at his work bows at me. I move away from Etta following the other servant to the dining room where Alaric and my father sat.
"Good morning" I say, taking my usual seat.
"Good morning" my dad says, happily. Alaric just stares at me spinning his spoon in between his fingers, clicking his tongue. I ignore his intense stare as I start on breakfast unlike him and my father I ate eggs, bacon, and pancakes, with a side of orange juice mixed with O-.
Was I a vampire? Technically No, Was I a Werewolf? Technically yes. When I was conceived, my father was a werewolf but while in the womb my father was changed giving me a little bit of vampire running through my veins. I was predominately Werewolf though, predominately Alpha.
"How was your night?" my father asks, I smile looking at him.
"I finished my studies and then went to bed early, and yours?" I ask.
"Alaric just took me out on the town," my father says, with a smile.
"That's nice" I finished my food and drink down my orange juice. I look up at and Alaric is still staring at me. "Is something bothering you?" I say, he drops the spoon leaning forward resting his head on his hands.
"You remind me so much of your wretched father" he says, my dad tenses beside me. I click my tongue. "Weak, and trembling... Pathetic"
"Alaric" my dad snaps, and Alaric snarls at him looking back at me. I don't flinch, I don't look away. I carry his gaze.
"He wasn't so weak and pathetic when he attacked your lands and had you running" I say, Alaric growls rising from his seat and I do the same. I refused to be intimidated by him, he held my Dad with a tight grip but he wouldn't do the same for me.
"You will not speak to me like that" he says, walking around the table but before he makes it to me, my dad steps in between us.
"Alaric" he says, levelly but he still shook. Alaric stared at me with his dark eyes before stomping from the room. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding, my dad turns to me gently caressing my cheek. "You cannot continue disrespecting him" he whispers.
"I can't disrespect someone I never respected in the first place" I say, he holds my gaze before following Alaric. I leave the house into the garden so I didn't have to listen to Alaric reprimand my Dad on my behalf. I take a seat upon the lilies embracing their nice smell. I lie back closing my eyes, entering Alta Lume. My safe haven away from Alaric, and my blind Father where I could be happy and be myself.
I arrive in my usual field and I still see Maison's flickering image. I had only found out about him a few months ago, I was going through my Father's belonging and a long with a picture of his family was a picture of him holding a small child. I couldn't ask him about it without Alaric freaking out on us but I only assumed, by the way she held him and the way he looked that, he was my brother.
"Maison" I whisper, to the flickering image it faded in and out. I reached out touching the image my hands slowly caressing him when he fully arrives, he's dazed and confused.
"Anya?" he says, I smile.
"You remembered my name" I say.
"Of course, Who are you?" he asks, quickly.
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