The King, The Enemy, and the Wars[Sequel to The Slayer]

Chapter 12

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"Trace, get downstairs." Dad called.

                I moaned and put my pillow over my head. He kept calling, so I got out of bed and went downstairs.  Breakfast was laid out on the table and dad smiled when he saw me.

"When did you die that red streak in your hair? It looks good." Dad said.

"Thanks, and last night." I replied, sitting down.

"How is your new school, it was so nice of your counselor from camp to help out with admissions. I hope you wrote him a thank you letter Trace." Dad said.

"I did. And school…well, I liked my old school better. I had really great friends." I said.

"Friends that got you into trouble… I know you aren’t that kind of kid Trace, maybe you do have this violent streak, but I know you don't do drugs and drink. It's not you. I just want you to have a great education and life."

"Fine so I'm not that kid, but at least I had friends."

"Trace, what do you expect? You have only been there for two days in which you ditched half day on the first day and didn’t show up until lunch time on the second day. Please, go to school, do your work, be open to making new friends." Dad said giving me a sympathetic smile.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind…anyways, thanks for breakfast but I got to get going. I'll see you later." I said as I walked back to my room.

                I looked at my wrist, which was healed and now remained a scar. God! I have never cut that deep… Why? Why do it?  I thought to myself. I shook my head and started to think about what I overheard on Friday. Violet had the only half vampire in existence. Vlad has been looking for that kid for like ever! As a hunter under his rule I should tell him… but I couldn’t. Violet helped me, I couldn’t betray her like that, and even if she did betray us in the fight she had her own personal and legit reasons. What reasons do I have? None, that's what…but if Vlad found out I knew and didn’t tell him, I'm sure I would die… should I even be a hunter? Why am I one anyways? Oh right, to keep my violence down at school. But I don't train much anymore since school has started. I'm just supposed to give Vlad updates…which I need to do. I dialed his number.

"Trace, glad to hear from you. What news have you got for me?"

"Not much, Violet just seems normal. There has been no vampire business with her." I said.

"Are you getting close to her?"

"She doesn’t want to let me in."

"Get her to, or else you are going to that school for no reason!" Vlad said with annoyance in his voice.

"I'm trying my best."

"Call me when you have real dirt on her." Vlad said then hung up.

                Am I a bad person? He murdered her parents and here I am helping him…but I didn’t tell him anything, so maybe I was doing something right. I turned on Becoming Close to Closure by Of Machines and it filled the room. I soaked in the loud guitars, and constant drum beat and high vocals. It seeped into my soul and I felt replenished. Everything seemed perfect in this moment, no worries. Soon the song ended though. I pulled out my book bag and started doing homework to pass the time, and to feel normal again. Second and Sebring by Of Mice & Men started playing in the background which calmed me down. I went down for lunch and found dad doing his own work.