A Vampire's Charm

His Destiny

Claire's POV

                It takes me a couple seconds to process the scrambled words coming out of my mothers talking hole. Was it gibberish or was my brain on temporary standby when it came to the word sister? My lips felt dry and cracked as I stared at her in silence. Atticus touching my hand snapped me out of whatever trance I was in, and I realized that he was trying to tell me that the tea water was done.

           I scrambled to get up and get mugs as the whistling of the tea kettle sounded loudly in my ears. I put a tea bag in each mug and turned off the flame of the stove. I put a couple sugar cubes in all three mugs and moved them to the kitchen island. I leaned my palms on the marble top as I stared at my fingernails. God, I was in dire need of a manicure. I took a deep breath out of my nostrils and puffed up my cheeks, not knowing what to say or think in a situation such as this.

              "I'm just going to come right out and say it- what the fuck mom?" I say a bit aggressively towards her.
            "I wanted to know about my father and-" I continue, feeling a bit hurt at the fact that she kept this from me for so long.

              "What did you expect? Did you think he was some man that just walked out with no reason at all? That we were nothing to him?" She snaps on me. To this, my face heats up and my temper flares. I feel heat rush through my veins as I fight to suppress my flames. She does not get to be angry at me in his predicament. I'm the one who should be angry. Me.

           "Jesus, what the fuck are you talking about woman?! You kept an entire sister away from me and all you have to say is that he left for a reason? What was the reason?" I'm practically screaming as my mothers face blanks. Atticus gets up to comfort me but I send him a sizzling glare. I don't need comfort, I never did. I'm Claire fucking Beaumont, and I've gone through things that a regular teenage girl wouldn't live through. I'm not weak.

            Hot tears roll down my face, and until this moment- I hadn't even realized that I was crying. My vision clouded up.

           "How could you be so selfish?" I whisper to her as Atticus takes my hand and pulls me towards his body, engulfing me in his masculine scent and wrapping his strong arms around me. I tuck my face into his neck- giving into the comfort that I thought I would never need. Why was I so upset? Why on earth was I crying about something like this? Until a couple minutes ago, I didn't even know I had a sister- and I was completely fine without that knowledge! But I asked for it.

               And now I know why my father left me.

           I sniffle as Atticus runs his fingers through my locks of hair and whispers sweet nothings to me. He cools the fire in me to just a small simmer, and I close my eyes.

               "When you guys split up- he chose her?" I say as my mother gets up. Her stool makes a scraping noise against the expensive floor. I feel sick to my stomach- she made him seem so wonderful.

            "Why couldn't he choose us both? Why didn't he want me?" My voice thickens up as Atticus tenses.

             "What was wrong with me that he couldn't handle the thought of having me too?" I whisper as Atticus stands stiff as a statue. He finally eases up as he kisses my hair and pulls my face from out of his chest. I look to the ground as he mumbles words in his language. He wipes the salty tears from my cheeks and stares at me intently. He looks like he's going to say something to me- like he needs to say something to me, but my mother speaks up before he can.

"Maybe- this talk would be suited better for just me and her." She says pointedly as she stared at Atticus holding me.
"I should be the one to comfort her." She finishes as she takes my arm. I shrug her off and give her a look.

"He's the half to my whole being, mother. If he doesn't hear it from you- he'll hear it from me. He's not going anywhere." I say as I feel something bloom within me. I soon realize that I'm not feeling my own emotions- I'm feeling his. He looks at me lovingly as this raw energy consumes me. The feeling so passionate, he could just eat me up right now and I wouldn't have a problem with it. Except- we can't. I need answers. I need the entire story. I need to know. I take a deep breath as I detangle myself from him and move to get a spoon.

I take my seat at the kitchen island and start to stir the sugar in everyone's tea.

"Tell me the rest of it." I say to my mother. I feel her hesitate as Atticus sits back on his stool- but I just feel comfort by knowing he's in the room with me. Damn. We need to do something about this sexual energy that me and him have- it's eating me up. I stare from beneath my lashes as he gives me a heated look- I can tell he's thinking the same.

I snap myself out of his trance and eye my mother as she takes her seat. I push her mug of tea towards her as she looks between me and Atticus.

"You sure there isn't something else you'd rather be doing?" She questions as my entire face heats up in a furious blush. Atticus takes a sip of his tea as I look down.

"No- I uh- just, tell me." I scramble for a come back but instead, I make a fool out of myself. How tragic.

         I roll my eyes at myself as I drink from my tea and she clears her throat.

          "Where was I?" She asks, thinking out loud to her herself.

          "You know, the sister part." I say sarcastically as I wave my hand in the air. She glares at me in response.

"Look, Claire-" She starts, with a sigh of stress. She eyes my tear stained cheeks and continues.

"It's not that he didn't want you. He loved you, sweetheart. He didn't intentionally choose to leave us- it was his destiny." She says as I give her a bewildered look. Is she crazy? Nobody is forced to do anything- destiny can't be that strong. Can it? Maybe destiny is a tough bitch just like karma. Maybe.

"His destiny?" I question as my mother leans in and grasps my hands with hers.

"The prophecy." She states.

"He had to leave and only take one of you- specifically her- because of what the prophecy foretold." She says.

"I don't know what the prophecy said- but it was urgent to him. He wouldn't tell me- but, it was something that had to be done." She finishes.

I search my mind for a second. Where have I heard about a prophecy before?

I furrow my eyebrows as my mind recalls Atticus and Valdus talking about the prophecy. The pheonix to the monster, something to light up his life. I grab a hold of the memory. That day that I had been captured by Celmira, meeting Maria the troll with hairy legs- it all being a dream of a sort- and the prophecy being mentioned. I lit the bed on fire after that. They hadn't told me the entire prophecy- but I'm willing to bet that they knew the entire thing.

My head turns to Atticus and I give him a look.

"Get Valdus and Merlin in here, pronto." I demand. He just smirks at me.

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Hey guys !!! So yeah, this is unedited and im sure once this book is finished I'll edit everything and add more to this story- especially in the beginning chapters lol but what do you guys think of this chapter? Time to get Merlin and Valdus back in the story haha let's see how that turns out.

Hope you guys enjoyed it, see ya next chapter !

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