Emily's uncle came back for her. She was awake, but she didn't respond to him. She was frozen in shock. Now there was no keeping the secret from her. She needed to know what she was. That needed to be done a long time ago but he had promised his sister that he wouldn't.
He picked Emily up and carried her back to his car. He drove to their home and walked through the door. He sat her down in the living room and he sat down across from her. She kept herself curled up in a little ball like a roly-poly. Apparently that was her defense mechanism.
"Emily, snap out of it." With his words, she snapped out of her little shock phase. She still kept her legs held tightly to her chest but she looked up at him. Good, that phase was the worst aside from the crying. Emily started bawling. Her uncle walked up to her and sat down next to her. He sighed. For about fifteen minutes, he decided that it would be best to comfort her. That was the exact opposite of what his father had done. If anyone had been a monster, it had been his father.
Emily eventually calmed down and stopped crying. She leaned her head on her uncle's lap. He stroked her hair and continued to lull her. She was so very much like her mother. She stopped crying, but he could tell that she still wanted to.
"Emily, sweetheart, what you did is only to be expected from one of our kind. Do you have any idea as to what we are?" Emily slowly shook her head. She seemed to be completely numb. She suddenly exploded in anger and self-disgust.
"We're monsters and freaks! Oh God! I can't believe that I did that. What about the blood? What about his family?" Hugh expected this from his niece. She loved Ian. He wanted to intercede, to keep her from killing him but that was the way that nature went and nature couldn't be messed with without dire consequences.
"No we are not Emily. We are the descendant of an ancient divinity of sorts. So ancient, in fact, that the humans know him by many names." Was he freaking crazy? Emily thought that they were both crazy. He slowly walked her to his study. She saw a picture of a beautiful and divine deity that looked exactly like Emily and her uncle. He was smiling at her, almost like he wanted to torture her and say 'welcome to the family.' She knew exactly who he was by looking at him. She shuddered. She felt sick.
"Can I please go to my bedroom now? I feel like I'm going to pass out." Her uncle looked at her with a worried expression.
"The reason that your mother truly left was because she couldn't handle what we are. She wasn't strong enough but I know that you are. You killed and you killed as if you have been killing forever. You have the natural gift." She clinched her fists.
"Gift? This isn't a gift! If anything it is a freaking curse!" Emily got up and ran into her room. She locked her door and grabbed a knife. She wanted to kill herself and save her from a life of pointlessly murdering people for her insatiable appetite for human flesh.
Emily deeply sliced her wrist and gasped in horror when her skin instantly healed. It didn't even bleed! Emily cried. Not only was she a monster and freak but she couldn't harm herself or kill herself. She was exactly like him in every since of the word and this absolutely terrified her.
