Dark

Do I Taste Good?

“I love you to the moon and back.” That was my brilliant follow up to my not so smooth ‘well that about covers it then’ comment. I could talk for days and nothing I could ever possibly say would ever, ever compare to what Vlad said. How do you compete with being someone’s entire world? I’ve known Vlad for two days. This is hardly fair when he’s known me, sort-of if you can count watching over me as I grew up, for my entire life. He’s had twenty years to fall in love with me. I’ve had two days. And because of that, I seem like the creepy one. This is not fair. Why couldn’t I have known about Vlad for my whole life and him be the one to just find out? Regardless of the minor details, I love him too. We have forever to fight over whether or not it was fair.

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There was some much happening in such a short period of time, I passed out. I put it down to the overload of information causing my brain to need a break. Little did I know things were about to get a whole hell of a lot more complicated. It started on day three when a man came to the house for Vlad. I was in the library which as just off the main living room on the first floor. I could see neither Vlad nor the man but I could hear them. I figure Vlad wouldn’t take to kindly on me eavesdropping but I simply could not help myself.

“It’s started already; the ghouls have sided with the demons.”

“They refused to side last time. What is different about now?” Vlad asked the man.

“They have been promised free range, the demons told them they could feed on whatever they wanted.”

“Have you heard back from the witches, the fae, or the nymphs?”

“Yes. The witches are with us, they know the order we keep is vital as do the nymphs. The fae are questioning whether or not to get involved at all. They want to be sure it’s the only way to keep order.”

“I’ve kept order among the supernatural kinds since the last Great War. They should know I wouldn’t be asking if it were not absolutely necessary. They have to understand how important it is for status, for order to be kept intact.” Vlad was becoming more and more irritated.

“Sir, pardon my invasion of your private life, but maybe your mate could talk to the fae king and persuade him to join our side.”

“She knows nothing of the war. I will not ask her to take on that responsibility.”

“I fear it may be the only way. The fae have always been partial to nephilim.”

“All supernatural beings are partial to the offspring of angels, Xander.”

Upon hearing that I am nephilim I went to the bookshelf, the S section to be specific. I found a thick book titled Supernatural Beings: Vampires, Werewolfs, Ghouls and More. Helpful. I took the book off the shelf and went back the chair I was previously occupying. I opened the book and went to the N section. I easily found nephimim.

Nephilim: The offspring of angels. The ‘sons of God’ and the ‘daughters of man’ (Genesis 6:4); Fallen Angels.

This man is crazy, both my parents were human. I am not the daughter of an angel nor am I a fallen angel.

That was how I was thrown into the war. Curiosity killed the cat. In this case I am the cat. The only positive thing to come out of this would be Vlad not being upset with me. I took that as a sign from God.

“This is now how I wanted you to find out. In fact I was hoping to keep you from ever finding out.”

“But he’s wrong, my parents were human; both of them.” I tried to get Vlad to understand.

“Callaghan, those weren’t your real parents. Your father is Azrael. You’re mother died during childbirth.”

“So you’re telling me my father is the Angel of Death?” Could this get any more ironic? “Can I even be turned if I’m not actually human to begin with?”

“As far as I know, nephilim cannot be turned.”

“But you said…”

“You thought you were human, and I wasn’t ready to tell you otherwise so I played along. I would have had to turn you if you were human. But you’re not so there is no need.”

Sometimes I wish there were a handbook for all of this, and not just the supernatural dictionary I found. An actual handbook like if this happens do this, if you’re this then this is what you should expect. That type of thing. God knows I need it.

“Nephilim, are immortal just like vampires. They can see the halo and wings of an angel, fallen or not. They also possess super strength and advanced healing like vampires. They are also hunted.” Vlad explained a little more. “You have nothing to worry about, you are under my protection.”

“Hunted by what exactly? And why, do I taste good or something?”

“Ghouls and demons of various kinds hunt your kind. Because yes, you are in fact the most delicious thing there is out there. Think of your favourtie pastry, food, drink you are sweeter, more mouthwatering and thirst quenching than those would be if you had been all sources of food and drink had been withheld from you for years. You taste pure and that is beyond all comparison.”

“Do you want to eat me?”

“No, I do not. However I would not be opposed to tasting you either. Animal blood is ohkay, human blood is better but nothing compares to the sweet smell of your blood let alone the taste.” Vlad said.

“So why don’t you?” I questioned. If my blood is so amazing, why hasn’t Vlad taken a taste?

“Because you have not told me I could. I would never forcibly take it from you.”