The Unpredictable Tribrid

Chapter 13

Then:

"Are you okay?"

"I have to go. I have to go, now!"

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He marched to the Impala with determination as he got into the car, slamming the door behind him. He didn't even glance at Sam as he said, "We going to New Orleans."

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"What have you done?"

"I got our family back together."

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"You think it's best for Hope to rest? You think that you know what's fucking best for Hope? I was not born yesterday, Freya. I know that Hope couldn't have pulled this on her own. You helped her. And you have no fucking idea what you have done."

"What we did was bring the family together!"

"WHAT YOU DID WILL MAKE US ALL SUFFER!"

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"Just one more decade of patience would have resulted in an eternity of happiness. Happiness that this family is long overdue for. And you fucked that all up. Now, if you excuse me Your Highness, I have to go and clean up your fucking mess before it's too late. Unlike you, my families well being come before my own desires."

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Now:

Chapter 13

THIRD PERON POV

Athena entered her room and slammed the door behind her. She ran her fingers through her brown hair in frustration. She want to hurl every object on her desk across the floor. She wanted to scream till her throat was hoarse. She wants to set everything on fire until nothing is left but dust. She wanted to break everything she could set her hands on. But she didn't. She couldn't break down. She couldn't drown when her family needed her the most right now.

She couldn't, not now.

She bit her hand, sinking her top fangs into the part where the thumb connects with the joint and her bottom fangs sinking into the inside of her palm. She bit as hard as she could to prevent herself from letting her tears escape and done this to use the pain as a distraction. And to prevent herself from screaming until the roof blew off.

What the hell was she going to do now?

She extracted her fangs and tried to calm herself down. She didn't have time to waste. Her plan had to be set into motion as soon as possible.

She started packing a few clothes and necessities needed for the next few weeks. She grabbed another bag and filled it with her journals that was filled with her plans and strategies. She didn't have to pack much because she didn't unpack her magic bag from her previous trip. If she needed anything in there then she'd use it and put it back afterwards. She always hoped for the best but she knew that she had to prepare for the worst as well. Which leads her to always have a magic bag, packed and ready to go.

Shit. She needed blood.

She checked her mini-fridge for any but found none. She didn't want to go to the kitchen for some because she might walk into one of her family members. She decided that she'll just get fresh blood and get blood bags from a hospital on her next stop. She held both bags in her left hand effortlessly as she walked out of her room. She paused at the door to look back into her room, taking in every detail of it.

She was going to miss it. She always did when she was away from home. She did a lot of growing up in that room. A lot of temper tantrums done in there, you can tell from the scorch marks on the ceiling. Hope and Athena painted it into black wings to disguise the burn. The angry claw marks on the vanity table from dragging the items across it and throwing it against the wall. That was painted over but Athena didn't want to get a new one. The chair in the corner had been broken more times than she can count and every time she had to put it back together was an effort but that was her punishment for breaking things out of anger. And her bed? Lets not get started on what happened to that poor bed. Burnt, drowned, ripped, torn to pieces and so on. But magic can really do wonders.