My girlfriend's a Vampire

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Mitch nearly threw himself at his schoolwork. Not wanting a moment to himself, knowing he would get the full force of the sadness, grief and anger Mitch could feel just below the surface with Michel, his Beast.

Rebeca... Bless her heart, did her best to keep Mitch distracted. Knowing that's what he was doing, she was always by his side. Mitch would be eternally grateful for her help through this. He tried to keep his emotions down, to a minimum because he knew she would feel what he was feeling and he was very sorry. He had told her so, multiple times and she would always smile and say she was happy to be able to have been here for him. Afterwards, Mitch would smile back and return to his work. In this way, the school day passed quickly.

Mitch and Rebeca went to his car soon after the bell rang signifying the end of the school hadn't seen any of Nathan's crew after this morning. Which Mitch was grateful for, he wasn't sure he could or even wanted to hold Michel back again. They both got in the car and Rebeca put her fingertips on the side of Mitch's face softly and Mitch turned to her.
'Do you want to go to your home?" Rebeca asked softly, calmly. Mitch shook his head, not trusting his voice or words.
"Then to my home and you can show me Michel," She said. That got a response.
"Hell no. My blood is up, Michel is like a half-staved caged beast whom just got riled up. He would tear you apart as soon as he could," Mitch protested.
"You said I could," Rebeca said stubbornly. Mitch sighed, knowing he couldn't argue with her after her mind was made up.
"Fine," Mitch said exasperated.
"My parents want to be there with Rosa," she said.
"What?" Mitch asked surprised. Rebeca looked away, something on her mind.
"What is wrong my love?" Mitch asked her. She took a deep breath.

"I haven't been completely honest with you. Even if I have been I definitely know I haven't been the most forthcoming but... You know how i'm kind of a scholar for my people's history right?" She was on the edge of his seat, eager to hear what she had to say.
"Yes,"
"Well... I've been recently reading some documents supporting a theory I've had about what happened to you," She started.
"I can't be sure without knowing your genealogical records from at least a few hundred years back," She finished.
"My mom has a record of that sort of thing," Mitch said. Remembering a time where his mom offered to teach him a bit about where his ancestors came from. He also remembered he turned her down and now regretted it. He felt his sadness rising and he fought to keep it down.
"It dates back a while, it was passed from my mom's great grandma to my grandma and then to my mom," Mitch finished.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to-" She started but the car was already moving. Mitch was glad to have something else to think about, even if it meant having to go back to his parent's house.

Mitch pulled up to his house and turned off the car but motioned for Rebeca to stay.
"I will grab the book. I do not want to be in that house for longer than I have to," He told Rebeca.
"Please stay here and I'll be back momentarily," Mitch finished and Rebeca nodded her answer. Mitch took a breath and walked up to the front door and almost knocked. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Mitch frowned and fished out his house key and opened the door to a still, silent house.
"Hello!" Mitch said to the dark house, he knew no one would answer but he had to say something. It was dark but between some light from the windows and it was about mid afternoon. Mitch would see perfectly. He steadied himself and was in his parent's room in a flash, using his increased speed to get there. He grabbed the old black leather covered book and ran back down to the car.

On his way he noticed the house had looked untouched for days, he refused to think any further along that line of thought stopped in his tracks in the middle of the gravel driveway, staring at a couple drop gathering of dried blood. He missed it on his way in but not the way out, Mitch went to take a knee. One hand holding the old book and the other one outstretched and he touched the blood. He didn't know what he was doing before his tongue touched his finger tip that had a little blood on it. Mitch turned quick enough not to splatter himself with vomit as he wrenched, violently for a couple seconds. Mitch heard the car door and heard Rebeca run over to him.
"Mitch!," She cried.
"Are you ok?" He felt himself absorb the trace amount of blood though his tongue and he felt a pull...
*Blood calls to blood...* Mitch heard in his what Michel was saying. He could trace whomever spilled this blood back to it's source.
"I'm ok I think..." Mitch trailed.
"Is it normal to immediately reject blood?" Mitch asked, standing up.
"No... I've never heard of that," She said.
*Human blood is anathema to us. Only Pure Blood will sustain us...*
"Pure Blood..." Mitch trailed out loud and Rebeca's face paled.
"What did you just say?" Rebeca asked trailing, looking up at Mitch.
"Michel said that human blood was anathema to us. Only Pure blood will sustain us," Mitch replied trying to use his words. Rebeca paled even more and looked down.
"Pure Blood is what the ten noble houses call themselves," Rebeca trailed. So...Michel was implying that he could only feed from Rebeca and those like her.. That would make it considerably harder to feed...