Garlic Is For Vampires (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 17: When all is Revealed...and it involves Blood...

A/N: Before we begin another chapter of this story, special shoutout @May5112 for making this amazing book cover for Garlic Is for Vampires. She took some time to make such an interesting cover and I will be changing the book's cover to the new one once I've completed this story. Thank you so much for your support! Keep reading, bookworms. 🤓

                                          -Redbird
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I wasn't a vampire but at the moment I had a non-beating heart. Dylan was standing on the roof, looking down at me like a predator that was stalking its prey. But I wasn't easy prey-that night in my apartment proved that. But remembering Dylan watching me from the roof with blood rolling down his mouth brought on a sense of déjà vu in this moment, and it took every muscle in me to remember to stand still until screaming was completely necessary. He had returned to finish the job after all. My hand hovered over my bag and I hoped he didn't notice when I slipped it into the bag to grab the stake.

"What great pleasure it is to see you again, Bree-lee," he said. Then he jumped from the roof and seemed to float down to me, but at a quicker pace than Dracula without special effects like wind and instrumental music. When he stopped right in front of me I raised my hand and slashed at him. He was quick but not quick enough as the tip of the stake raked across his face. He easily reached out with one hand and pushed me so I went flying across the alley. Of course I dived towards the ground face-first because I had no control over my moment. But I hugged the bag to my chest and hoped that when I landed I wouldn't crush and break the bottle of holy water. That would be my only defense right now. Then I landed on the ground and grimaced. I went skidding across the alley before I came to a complete stop just next to a garbage bin.

Dylan began to laugh and his laugh echoed across the walls on either side of us. I quickly turned around and started crawling towards the trash bin. I grabbed the handles and hoisted myself up. I tightened the grip on my stake and turned to face him.

"Whatever it is you want you're not going to get it," I spat at him. "I'm not going to give anything to you."

"Even yourself?"

I shook my head. "No. I will never give up trying to stop you."

"Well then I can just wait until you're older," he said. "I'm immortal but you're human. So when you're old and weak and you don't have anyone left I'll come back for you. But that would mean at least seventy more years of hiding from the sun. And I can't wait any longer."

"I don't have what you want!" I spat at him.

"Yes, you do." He smiled at me. "Bree Rosalinda Gwyneth Hawk. The third Hawk. You have no clue who you really are."

"Then who am I since you seem to have all the answers?" I needed him to come closer so I could gouge his eyeballs out. But I felt the adrenaline running through me. This was the time to strike. I braced myself.

"The adoptive daughter of Theodore and Helena Hawk. But those aren't your real parents."

"My real parents were drug addicts. What would you want from a drug addicts' daughter?" I swiped at him with the stake but didn't even come close to hurting him. Instead, I grasped empty air and stumbled over my feet before catching myself before I fell on my face. Dylan didn't react to my pathetic attempts of hurting him.

"Your mother was the drug addict. But your father wasn't." He said this with a solemn expression and I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Oh, God. What if he was telling the truth? I didn't know what to do or say. Maybe I could keep trying to hurt him but where would that get me in my state of surprise? My father wasn't a drug addict? My biological father. My birth mother probably was, or wasn't. I was sure she hadn't stopped using when she was pregnant with me. But why didn't I have a birth defect? Maybe Dylan thought that whatever special power I had was the thing he needed. I still didn't know what it was.