Faith Ash grew up with only a mother. Her father has always been a difficult subject for Evelyn Ash so she never asked. The blonde witch knew the amount of power she behold, she just never expected for it to be seek by evil.
Klaus Mikaelson has one...
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-Faith's P.O.V-
I feel like I'm going to faint.
My hands were sweaty, my throat had gone slightly dry and I may have gotten a minor headache. Pacing back and forth on the ground with the red rug under my shoes, I turned to Klaus and my mother. They were standing there watching my every move.
Probably waiting for some outburst. But I couldn't have one, not when the windows had just been replaced and I might get out of control. I needed to relax. But it wasn't every day that your parents tell you you're a vampire and werewolf untriggered.
"Okay..." I finally stopped my pacing and positioned myself in front of them. "What the fuck?" I never cursed in front of my mother. I thought it was a very disrespectful thing to do. But for this current situation, it called for the F word.
Her eyes widen taken aback but sighed. "For this once I'll allow you to cuss," she says and puts a hand on my face. "I know this is a lot to take in and I'm sorry to hide so much about you to you."
I knew my mom was sorry by the look on her face. And so was Klaus, his blue eyes matching mine shows genuine sorry. "I know I can't say it's impossible because here I am. Yet, I'm still confused as to how?"
It was Klaus's turn to explain. "Magic has its many loopholes and even though I'm a turned vampire it was still part of me and well I was born a werewolf so the genes pass down to you." his tone of voice was serious and overall gentle.
'Damn magic!'
This wasn't how it was supposed to be at all. I was supposed to be a witch and that only. Not a vampire nor werewolf. "How are we so sure I am one too? For all this could just be a theory." I suggest trying to convince myself this was not confirmed.
My mother shakes her head as she leans back on her desk. "There have been many occasions where I have seen those two parts of you," I frown motioning for her to continue. "When you turned five. You don't remember, but while we were opening your presents, I cut my finger. It was odd but the moment the blood appeared you were just so curious to touch it. If I hadn't stopped you I'm sure you would've drunk it."
I gasped not remembering that. But it made sense why my mother was so careful around blood. More than normal. "What?"
"And then every time there's a full moon you always go outside. Not only because of Adam now, but since you were just a baby. You always cried wanting to be out all night and just stare at the sky. It was the only way to calm you down, those days."
My head struggled to wrap itself around the idea of these things. But it simply made much more sense to me why I did some of the things I couldn't even find an explanation for. I liked being outside on a full moon in the garden before I even met Adam.
