(Formerly Titled Kenzie)
Could a simple babysitting / Nanny job really be that dangerous? Kenzie finds out the extremely hard way when her sentimental kindness lands her in the Vampire Realm of all places. --- After the strange death of her parents...
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Lord Drayven excused Doctor Ryland and Renfry, leaving only the two of us in his office.
Instead of sitting in his seat on the other side of the desk, he took the chair next to me where Doctor Ryland had sat.
He sat on the edge of the seat closest to me and took my trembling hand in his.
"You don't have to think about it right now," he said softly and more kinder than I'd ever heard from him before.
I jerked my head up and stared into his eyes, about to object until he continued. "I'm not saying to clear it from your mind but just set it aside. Let me help you figure this out."
I narrowed my eyes, "How?" I asked bitterly.
He let my hand go and stood up to pace behind his desk. He ran a hand though his perfect dirty blonde hair, messing it up but making it look that much more inviting to run my hand through it, before continuing. "I will personally investigate where you could possibly be from and have Ryland to continue his research of your blood. In the meantime, I need you not to say a word of this to anyone. Not even Azereen."
"Why?" I was suspicious even more than I already was.
He sighed deeply, his eyes full of worry. "Please. Just you, me, Ryland and Renfry. No one else."
I crossed my arms, "Why?" I put more force in my tone.
Lord Drayven looked as if his patience was wearing thin.
After a few quiet minutes of us staring at each other, I stood up, squared my shoulders and let my frustrations loose.
"If you're not going to give me an explanation as to why I can't even tell Azereen, which I hadn't planned on because I'm going to need some time to wrap my mind around all of this because I'm not sure I even believe any of you, who kidnapped me by the way...." I took a deep breath to continue, "And I came in here to.... I don't even know now... maybe yell... because I find out I've been drinking wine with blood all this time..." I freeze.
Two things just clicked together and at the realization of it, my breath felt stolen-suppressed. I... I've been drinking blood. My blood, or DNA or whatever, says I'm a vampire. No, a half vampire.
Instead of continuing the argument, I walk away after staring dumbfounded at Lord Drayven. I walked past a stunned Sir Renfry, who was waiting outside of Lord Drayven's office, and continued on to my room.
Once in my room, I cuddled up on the bed with a pillow and ignored all knocks at my door. If Lydia came in, she kept quiet or I was that far into my own thoughts that I blocked her presence out.
I had a lot to think about and the first thing I went over was my parents.
If I was truly a half vampire, then one of my parents had to of been a vampire. Then why didn't they tell me? Why keep it from me my entire life? Now they were gone and I didn't have anyone to ask. I tried to think about my childhood and tried to remember if they ever tried to tell me. That's when something strange rang a loud bell.
