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Davina and Marcel

To be the vampire King of the supernatural community in New Orleans comes with tons of responsibility, but nothing compares to become a father to a teenager. Especially if that teen is an extremely powerful witch like my adoptive daughter Davina. Me and her go way back, and our relationship has grown strong as my influence over the supernatural world did as well. I had rescued Davina some time ago from the claws of her own coven, who had tried to sacrifice her in order to complete a ritual that would make them extremely dangerous enemies. Not only I didn't want witches to take over my power, but also seeing a young, fighting and courageous girl like Davina inspired me to save her and put the ritual to an end. I knew the coven wouldn't stop looking for Davina to kill her, so I was left with two options: to hide her or to protect her. Being the most powerful vampire in New Orleans I decided for the second option.

Ever since I had proclaimed myself the King of New Orleans I had set a list of rules to control the supernatural population, and absolutely everyone had to stick to them unless they wanted a bad ending for themselves. Witches were rebellious and strong, but with Davina on my side we made sure they stay at bay. She had no problem to betray her own coven and take my side, given the fact they had been the ones who tried to end her life. Me being her savor, Davina grew very fond of me and I for her as well. I took her in as family, which made us very close and protective of each other. I care for Davina like a daughter and always put her first. Unfortunately, as she grew up, Davina's powers had begun to go out of control, so I had to be even more strict with her when it came to the use of her powers, something she didn't quite understand. One of my main rules was the prohibition of magic, her being the exception only if I requested her to use it.

It wasn't the first time I had discovered Davina experimenting with her powers, and only I knew just how dangerous that could be. To others but especially to herself. The use of magic was a very serious business, usually punishable by death. As the King I couldn't exactly go setting a double standard or I'd lose my reputation among the supernatural population. The witches would lose any fear and respect towards me whatsoever, and they'd feel boldened enough to come after Davina. Of course I couldn't kill my own daughter, but for sure I could find another way to dish out an exemplary punishment to prevent her from breaking the rules again.

"Davina what have I told you about using magic in my absence?" I confronted her that same day I found her trying out magic spells without my authorization while I was out taking care of business in town. The cocky teenager stood firmly on both feet and slowly turned around in a position that screamed defiance.

"I didn't sign up for this. Why should my powers belong to you? It's not like I enjoy doing your dirty work either!" she asked blatantly defying my orders as she threw in my face the fact that I regularly used her powers to my own benefit, but she was the one to agree to do it in the first place. She'd do anything to get back at the coven that tried to murder her and killed her other friends.

"Watch it young lady. I won't stand here while you question me" I spoke to her in the most firm and authoritative tone I could muster while I looked into her eyes filled with innocence. Those same eyes narrowed to slits in indignation and impotence, all her feelings blending into one glare ablaze with anger that could have burned a hole in my head.

"You know what I wish? I wish I would have borned normal like other people, no powers no nothing" my adoptive daughter addressed to me with tears already pooling inside her eyes, gently easing the hostile look she was holding against me a second ago. "Then I could do what normal teens do. I'd go to high school, and make friends, and go to parties... but no. I had to be the most powerful witch in New Orleans!".

The heat of the moment caused my hand to tense and fly across her delicate cheek. It was barely a graze, but it was enough to bring her attention back to me and interrupt what could be a ranting that would end with her powers taking over her. It was quite a shock for the girl as she stood with her eyes fixed on me, her hand gently caressing the sore spot I had left on her cheek. I had never ever slapped Davina.