White Roses

White Roses; Chapter 15

"Vampires? What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of fucking joke because I swear I'll -- " I was cut off by the dark haired girl next to Yolan.

"Shut your insolent mouth, you mestizo. You are absolute filth in my eyes right now." She narrowed her eyes at me. "How dare you talk to your superiors in such a way!"

"Beatrice," Yolan scolded, glaring at her. She scowled.

"Excuse me, bitch," I lashed out at her, struggling against Andrew's tight hold as she glared at me. "Don't you dare insult me. I may not know what mestizo means, but I sure as hell know what filth is!" I glared menacingly at her. "Go to hell!"

Ashdon, half crumpled on the ground, screamed again. I snapped my eyes to her, her blonde hair covering the upper half of her body. She looked like she was in extreme pain.

"Evelynn," Andrew said softly from above me. "I'm not kidding. This isn't a joke. We are vampires, and your are too. Half."

I turned my head to my friends. "Vampires? All of you?" Lia nodded her head, looking a bit sad. Taryn and Zander were shaking their heads furiously.

"I'm not a vampire!" They said at the same time. I looked at them confused, and then back up at Andrew.

"I think I'd know if I was a vampire or not. I don't drink blood!"

"Just because you don't drink blood doesn't mean you don't have any vampiric genes," the other man next to Yolan said, his voice deep and smooth. His crimson eyes contrasted greatly with his dark-pale skin. "You have heightened senses, am I correct?"

When I didn't respond, he took that as an 'okay' to continue. He smirked. "I'll take that as a yes. You can smell things other people can't... you have sharp eyes that can locate anything you wish... you can hear for hundreds of meters, miles maybe." He tilted his head. "Have you never caught your own mother's scent?"

I glared at him, thinking. My mom has only ever had one smell -- orchids. She always smelled like orchids, perfume or not. And my dad always smelled like... the beach. Sea water.

"No. She smells normal."

"To you she does," Beatrice spoke again. "Your mother is hiding her scent. And vampires can't do that. Not without a little supernatural help." She looked pointedly at Taryn who grimaced at her. Zander growled.

"Don't you dare, you leech," he seethed.

"Do not even look at me, you mongrel. Your species should have been extinct a long time ago. Lord knows why you're even still here."

"Shut up!" he growled. Species? What was Zander? And Taryn? That 'supernatural' statement was rubbing me the wrong way.

"Supernatural? What are you talking about?"

Beatrice smirked. "Child. You have been lied to." She glanced at Yolan before she took a step forward, being in the perfect in-between spot of our groups. "Your own mother. Rachelle is rather secretive..." She gave me a look. "Your mother has been masking her scent from you. There is an actual reason she only smells like one thing, and not a vampire."

I was confused. How had my mom been hiding her scent from me for years? That wasn't possible. And how did everyone know my mom?! It reminds me of the vision I had of Andrew and his parents... they were talking about Ashdon being back from somewhere... then I remembered something vital.

Mirena said she was going to take a 'sip'. A sip of Ashdon? A sip of Ashdon's blood?

My eyes darted all around the familiar and unfamiliar faces around me. I stopped on Andrew's stony face. "Your mom. I had a vision about your family."