Blair Vladusky and the truth about her life

Chapter Twenty-Two: What?!

I stare at my brother as he reveals how Mother died. What the hell!? Father's oldest brother, Vincent, killed Mother because he believed her to be plotting to kill Father!? That's not possible! I thought Mother died turning me into a human!? What the hell is going on in this family!? "Wh-What are you talking about?! I was told Mother died turning me into a human!" I cry, tears coming to my eyes at Lestat's words. "No, Blair, Mother did NOT die turning you into a human. She died by Vincent's hands! You must keep your powers a secret from him! At all costs!" Lestat cries, pulling me against his chest and burying his face in my hair. "L-Lestat...What's wrong? Why are you holding me like this!?" I ask, scared at his reaction. "Blair....I don't want that monster to touch you. Father knows that Vincent might use you to his advantage if he learns about your powers, but Father does not know that Vincent was the one to kill Mother, not the vampire hunters. Please, Blair, promise me that you will not tell Vincent about your powers!" Lestat cries, tightening his hold on me, bringing me closer to his chest. I wrap my arms aroudn his waist and cling to him, burying my face against his chest. "I-I promise, Lestat. Vincent shall never know of my powers. I won't allow that to happen." I vow to my brother, clinging to him in a way I haven't since I was a child. "Good girl. You should go. Father will wonder what is taking you so long. Here, I'll help you carry your things downstairs." Lestat offers, picking up my suitcase and dufflebag. I pick up a box and walk out of my room, my guitar case strapped to my back. We walk down the stairs into the main hallway, where Father is waiting by the door. "Are you ready, Blair?" He asks, opening the door and exiting Lestat's house. I follow with Lestat behind me. We put my things in the trunk of Father's hearse and I give my brother one last hug. "Goodbye, Lestat. Come and visit me sometime?" I ask, holding onto him tightly. "Of course, dear sister. Goodbye." Lestat says, holding me tightly. We let go of each other and I climb into Father's hearse. The driver shuts the door behind me and gets into the driver's seat and starts the hearse. Father pulls me against his side. I lay my head on his shoulder, thinking about the things Lestat told me about our uncle Vincent. Did he really, truly kill Mother because he believed that Mother was plotting with the vampire hunters to kill Father? Tears slip out of my eyes as I process this new information. "Blair? What is wrong, my daughter?" I hear Father's voice ask me, jolting me out of my trance. "I was just thinking, Father." I reply, wiping my eyes to get rid of the tears leaking out of my eyes. "What were you thinking about, Blair?" He asks, lifting my head up by my chin. "I was just wondering, if......." "If what, Blair?" Father asks me, frowning at me. "W-Well, I was just wondering if you were ever going to get married again and have another wife, so that I can have a Mother?" I ask, lying about what I was thinking about. I feel my father jolt at my question. "D-Do you really want me to get remarried, Blair?" He asks me, taking his hand away from  my face and looking away from me. I hesitate, not sure how to answer. "Well, that's only up to you, Dad. If you don't want to get remarried, you don't have to. It's your choice. I can't force you to make it." I say quickly, sitting up straight in the seat. "Well...." My father begins, then stops, scratching his chin in confusion. "It's fine, Father. You don't have to answer me right away. Just think about it before you decide anything THAT big, alright?" I say, waving my hand as if it didn't matter, when, in truth, it really did. I never grew up with a mother's love and a father's kindness. My adopted parents, Emily and Matt Eventide, raised me to be a vampire hunter. They didn't give me love and affection, or kindness. They trained me, hard. The training was brutal. As soon as I was able to walk and talk, they began to train me. If I cried out in pain, they'd hit me harder. Soon, at a fucking young age, I learned that showing weakness would only give me more pain. I sigh as I remember growing up with Emily and Matt as my parents. Life was rough, if you were the child of two vampire hunters. Maybe they treated me that way because I wasn't their biological child....Maybe they treated me that way because of my original origins and who my birth parents were. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears threaten to fall at the memory of all the pain and torture and suffering I went through as their child. What a bunch of sickos! Who, in their right minds, would beat their child, biological or not, to train them? Not only that, but I was only fucking three years old when they started to train me, or should I say, abuse me? Fuck them, I say! They didn't deserve me as a child. As I think of this, my anger and hatred towards my adoptive parents grows until I'm shaking with rage. My father notices and grabs me, pulling me into his arms, into his loving embrace. "Blaire, my daughter, please calm down. With your newly awakened Vampiric powers, you are not able to control what happens when you become enraged. You no longer have to endure the torture those vampire hunters put you through when you were living with them. You are here, with me and your brother, where you belong." My father's soothing voice whispers, as he strokes my hair in a calming and soothing manner. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face, willing myself not to cry at his words. His words are soothing, which immediately calms my anger. As I calm down, I notice my fangs retraced back into my mouth, not having notice that they grew as my anger and hatred did. As my father strokes his hand through my hair, my eyes start to droop as I begin to get sleepy. I then notice that we have arrived at Father's mansion. "Father... I must go to bed... I'm getting extremely tired..." I mumble through the sleep. "Of course, my darling. I will let you retire to your chambers." Father says, releasing me. I wave goodnight as I proceed to head towards my chambers. I close the doors behind me after I enter my room and slowly walk over to my bed, to which I proceed to fall into, exhausted all of a sudden. I barely have enough strength to pull the covers over my exhausted body before I close my eyes and drift into a dreamless slumber.