Untitled for now...

Chapter 2 - Retribution

The servile screams the most ear shattering scream I have heard in my life -and that's pretty freaking impressive given that my mother's hairdresser was a Banshee- before I know what has happened my father has lunged for the girl she is crying and I am the one in his grasp standing over the child who is curled in a ball behind me. 

"October?! I told you that you were not ready for this now move aside, I shall deal with you later!" 

"No! You have already fed from and oblivirated this Servile's mother in front of her thanks to your complete disregard for your surroundings-"

"Exactly October, you know the rules, she must die!

"NO! YOU WILL NOT KILL HER TOO!" My eyes are glowing as red as my father's yet my anger is tenfold his own. I am not a monster, my race is not one of monsters, it is one of honor and glory, and only a monster would kill a helpless servile child. 

To my own disbelief and relief, admittedly, my father's eyes began to dim. "Then what do you propose we do with her October?" My father looks at me pointedly but not as though he's going to kill me and the girl any second which I consider a drastic improvement.

"She..she can come stay with us-"

"That's ludacris! Do you have any idea the dishonor? The humiliation? The danger?"

"Father! If she stays with us we can keep an eye on her, make sure she won't tell anyone, and give us an alibi for what went on tonight; you know as well as I do someone other than us heard her scream..."

I hate when my father paces silently, but that is what he begins to do, as always. I pull the girl up from the floor but I still keep myself between her and my father. I scoff to myself, I can not believe I am defending a servile, what have I come to?

But my father interrupts my thoughts. "Leave October"

"What? Father, no." I tighten my grip on the servile, maybe it is just the rebellion in me but there is no way I am going to let him kill her, she must be my age or younger and that is just wrong.

"I said leave October, she will come to no harm, but the police will question why I have my daughter with me at this time of night at the scene of a crime. Go, I will bring it home shortly and we will discuss this further then." 

I swallow hard, there is a harshness to his voice that I have heard before which makes me not trust a word he says, especially after what I've seen tonight. But I have no choice, his word is absolute at this time, a small shot of hypnosis I'd presume. The girl grabs onto my hoodie as I go to leave but I brush her hand off and walk towards the window hoping with every step that I will see them both at my home tonight, our kind are not monsters.