Allyson meeting her father. It's probably going to get emotional.
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" Tested?" Allyson asked icily.
" Magic," Jasmine muttered through the door, as if that explained everything.
Allyson slowly opened the door. She saw Jasmine, but her figure was blurry.
" Ally, you look freaked. And like you were going hunting. Why would you go hunting? You know how dangerous that is. What were you going to hunt anyway? Vampires? You know I hate when you kill monsters like that, it's so painful. And you don't have your crossbow. What were you planning on doing? Stabbing them to death?" While Jasmine was ranting, her words didn't even register in Allyson's brain.
Allyson was feeling so much. The child in her, the child that she hadn't felt since she was seven, awoke. It had dreamed of this moment forever. Her normal state of mind was angry. Now he decides to show up? Why wasn't he there when she needed him? Her logical side just made her angrier. He probably wanted something. A favor now that she was a Huntress. But one feeling overwhelmed them all, fear.
Who was he? What did he do? Would he like her, or just use her like everybody tended to do? Would he be proud of her? Would he be horrified?
One thing was for sure though, she couldn't trust him.
" Why?" Allyson asked through the haze that was clouding her brain.
" He exchanged his help to meet you. I don't know why, but he's almost as legendary as you, we couldn't turn him down," Jasmine explained.
" Legendary?" Allyson repeated.
Her father was legendary. He would also be extremely helpful in a war. Helpful enough to disclose the location of a Huntress. The child in Allyson didn't like the picture that was being painted in Allyson's head.
" He's here?" Allyson asked.
" Yes. He's downstairs," Jasmine responded.
He was a werewolf, so he probably hear her. A new feeling grew in her. Her pride. Her father would not know the damage he'd done to her. He was just business.
Allyson put on her business face and walked down the winding staircase. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't what she saw.
--AND WE STOP THERE-
JK! I already built it up enough. Still, what a great cliffhanger....
--I SHOW MY MERCIFULNESS--
His aura screamed 'danger'. And he wasn't a werewolf. He didn't feel like a werewolf. Werewolves have souls that are almost split. Vampires have souls that are almost 'inside out'. Like magnets they attract good souls. A useful weapon.
He had both.
Allyson stopped right in front of him and just looked.
He was over six feet tall. Maybe 6"2'. He had brown hair with blonde highlights. Like her hair. Blonde in the summer, brown in the winter.
He had pale skin and deep red eyes.
Allyson could feel the wolf in his soul.
He was vampire. He was werewolf. He was a vampire and a werewolf!
" Holy hell," Allyson murmured.
" Allyson, baby. You look nothing like your mother," Those were the first words Allyson's father had ever said to her.
What did her mother look like? Hope swelled in Allyson, dead hope, maybe her mother was alive too. Maybe her father wanted to meet her, to know her, to-
She stopped herself there. It was dead hope. She banished it and filled herself with rage.
" Do I? I wouldn't know," Allyson responded.
" Allyson. We have a lot of catching up to do, we should-" He started.
Allyson interrupted, like she did when she was mad and wanted to get to the point, " Who are you? What are you?"
Her father looked at her. He saw whatever emotion he felt drain from his face and fill with rage. Like her. Funny.
" I could say the same thing," He countered.
" Really? At least I'm human. God knows what you are. A monster who just abandons their child to other monsters? Do you not care at all?" Allyson realized why she was so pissed at him. Why she hated him. He was the reason she trained to run when she couldn't walk, to fight when she couldn't punch or to hate because she couldn't love. It was his fault, her pain was his fault.
" I'm not the monster. Look at your tattoos. Eh, does anyone here know they are The Master's Tattoos besides Jasmine. You're a magician and magicians are nothing but dirty thieves who steal magic. And you have six. God, woman, what the hell have you been doing?" His anger hit her at full force.
She knew he wouldn't like her. She knew he wouldn't be proud.
" IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Allyson screamed, breaking the last bit of calm that held her.
" What?" Her dad seemed flustered.
" I got my first tattoo when I was fourteen. The family I lived with were magicians. And you KNEW. You KNEW how they trained. I was tortured, tortured myself for these tattoos. Have you ever had your soul drained? No? Do you want to know, because I can do it. I can suck you dry until there's nothing left of you!" Even if using that much power would kill her. That was it. Allyson cracked, the steel bars that Allyson kept her secrets in broke.
" Allyson I didn't-" He tried to explain.
" You knew who they were. You just didn't know they were insane. I know. I called the pieces of Victor's soul myself. I forced him to tell me. I learned how to do that after I KILLED him. The man who raised me! The man who was my only parent. You want to know who was next? A witch. She wanted to use me to power her spells. I killed her to. She taught me spells. I don't need to go on. You are my father. You were supposed to protect me. You didn't. Now I don't need you," Allyson finished with tears welling up in her eyes.
Tears? Allyson couldn't remember the last time she cried. Pain was an old friend, not even Richard made her cry. But her father could, her past could.
And she didn't even know his name.
