I TURNED TO HIM QUESTIONINGLY, "YOU DON'T EXPECT ME TO LET YOU JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT, DO YOU?" He shrugged, "I already know what your thinking, remember?" I scowled at him, "That's rude, you know." He smiled at me and continued driving down a long bumpy path. "Her name is Rosamilia Rey, that's what everyone calls her at least. I met her out in the woods where my father's wife kicked me out to. She was a loner, like me, she was but a year younger than me and already knew the woods like she knew herself. Her parents were killed by my father's men. Same as my mother was killed by my father's woman. She is a hybrid. She's half vampire and half werewolf. She's cursed with both sides of blood.
She's now a secret agent for the SCR, Supernatural Corpse of Righteousness. She basically works for the hierarchy of the supernaturals. The ones that control everything we do, what we eat, when we breed, how many to one dynasty or family. Such like that, they're the most powerful group and they're working right under the humans' noses. It's ironic, actually. Anyway, back to the point, she has a house at the center of the woods here, which makes it feel like the center of the world. She lives in a Native American Spirit Burial Ground. Back when the Native Americans came to America, they settled right where she is, and before they went off to reservations they kept their ancestors' spirits there. It's like, when your there, hearing their whispers and chants in your ear, it's almost as if they're making you see the thin line through what humans call reality and what is actually true. You'll be swept away, I'm sure."
There was a lot going through my head right now, but the main thing that kept popping up was she, this was a female. They'd known eachother since they were small children. They must've had some kind of....intimacy, infatuation, affair, encounter. Some such like that. "Did you and her....you know, have a thing?" He silently turned the blinker on, signaling to turn. "Alex!" He didn't say anything still and I was beginning to be a bit worried. "We umm, well....we did have a thing. I mean we have a thing...just you know not...it's hard to explain."
How hard could it be to say it? Alex, are you with her?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I'm the father...."
"The father of what? Her?"
"No...of her child."
"Oh..."
I wasn't going to say anything, couldn't say anything, really. This man was the father of a child, and we were about to visit the mother. He was about to visit the mother with me tagging along. That's not healthy for the child to see. I can't just barge in there with her....ex husband? Lover? Boyfriend? Mate? I don't even know this woman and she might feel intimidated by me. Taking her property. Then I thought of the necklace Alex gave me a while ago, it seemed like forever ago now, it said to walk with life and death. Did that mean I was going to have his child too? We hadn't done anything, though. Only kissed, made out. Nothing at all after second base. Did that mean we were going to have a family in the future? Or what happened to him and Rosamilia, did he think she was his mate too, and then discard with her after the child was born?
How old was this child? A couple months? A year? Two? What was it's name? Does the mother still love Alex? So many questions breezed through my head like the southern wind breezes through my hair. I'm pretty sure Alex sensed all my tension, and my thoughts, he probably doesn't feel comfortable answering all these questions of mine. So, I'll leave it at that. "Do you want to know more?" He suddenly asked, quietly. "No," I said softly, if he answered any questions that will just result in more questions.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Blood
Mystery / Thriller16-Year-Old Vivianna Marie Clayton doesn't expect many things to happen to her. She doesn't expect to find out her father is proclaimed dead at the age of 10, she doesn't expect to find her mother having to marry a rich man to sew the hole in her he...
