What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 34: His Final Breath

Song: Tears of an Angel by RyanDan

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Dad?

And just like that, the truth that I had known is nothing more than a house built on sand that easily blows away in a storm.

Standing before me now, he doesn't look any different than the dad I remember in my memories. Light brown hair, a slight stubble that lines his jaw, and a large frame complete with broad shoulders.

But his eyes.

The only thing different is his eyes. His eyes are downcast on mine, and so I get a good glimpse.

His eyes are no longer the kind hazel color they used to be.

His eyes are dark, like the vampire's eyes. They are an odd color of reddish black, an eye color only found in vampires.

Draven stills beside me, shocked at the revelation. The battle cries around me and the roars of warriors seem to silence. It's just me and.....him.

"Confused, my dear?" My dad asks, smirking at me.

This isn't real. This isn't real. This can't be real.

"I-I saw you. You were....dead."  I say, pointing a shaky finger at him. He was bleeding. Torn apart. Broken. Lifeless.

I ball my hands in fists at my side; my knees shake, threatening to collapse and yet I, I cannot shed a tear. Not now. The shock that courses through my veins won't let me. 

My heart is broken, perhaps permanently damaged now. I don't know how much of this pain, heartache, death, and shock I can bear.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" My dad says, cocking an eyebrow and giving me a cold glare.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, Sir Cason, can't we discuss this another time?" Asks the general vampire standing next to him. I never knew vampires could be so....polite around their superiors.

"No. This will be discussed now."  My dad hisses back. That shuts the vampires up.

"W-what about mom?" I ask, my voice a faint whisper.

He scoffs. "Before you were conceived, your mother had been unfaithful to me. I caught her enjoying some random Kuleous in the woods one day."

A Kuleous is a being that lives deep in the forests. They build their homes in the trees and wear deerskin and leaves as clothing. All Kuleous have either black or brown hair, and their eyes are vibrant green like the grass in the springtime. They are large, powerful beings who control water.

"She did what?"

"That's right....she had many escapades with this particular being. She would leave in the dead of night to meet up with him."

"B-but weren't you two mates? D-didn't you love each other and have the mate bond?" I ask, dumbfounded.

He throws his head back in laughter. "Mates? No, we were never mates. That was your mother's and I's little secret. That....thing was her real mate, but she was denied approval by her pack. Werewolves must mate with werewolves only." He spits bitterly.

"Y-your lying. I don't b-believe you," This is all some horrible nightmare, denial. Denial. Denial, "You aren't my dad....you-re s-supposed to be dead. Y-you died w-when I was twelve."

"You are right about one thing. I am indeed not your dad, your mother conceived you with that despicable being in the woods." He spits bitterly.