Her Human

34- Heritage

Lisa POV

I could feel something in me changing when I woke up. I couldn't put a point to it but something felt off. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to shake the feeling. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was only 7am. Normally on the weekends I would tend to sleep in but I didn't this time.

Rosé tried countless times to apologize and most of the times Jennie would be there to tell her off but I didn't know how I felt about the whole situation. She made me feel so guilty but I didn't purposely try to make Jisoo upset.

Jisoo already told me she was unaware that Rosé had snapped on me but begged me to try to make Jennie see some sense. Jennie was just being protective of me, she always looked out for me. I didn't want the sisters to stay mad so I figured tonight I would have everyone sit down and talk.

I smiled when I heard my phone ring and saw my mother's caller ID. "Hey mom. Yeah I have the albums still. Why are you freaking out about it? I'll return them don't worry. Why can't I look through my own photos? Okay fine! Bye."

I sighed in frustration, why had my mother been so adamant about getting these albums back? She constantly called not to have a conversation but to remind me to return the albums.

I got off my bed and made my way to the closet, sitting down inside as I looked for the albums. I opened one of sock boxes and found them. I pulled them out but something in me told me to look through them. They were just photos, what's the harm?

I smiled at some of the familiar pictures and as I was about to put the red book back, I saw another picture hidden behind the last one. I rose an eyebrow as I pulled it out.

From daddy, To my daughter Pranpriya

I didn't recognize this person, he wasn't my father. My father was from Switzerland, this man looked Thai. He held my mom and I in his arms but I saw a weird looking pendant around his and my neck. My mother didn't look comfortable and looked at my necklace weird.

Suddenly I felt myself being sucked into a memory, which weirded me out more than anything. It was as though I was there myself.

15 years ago in Thailand..

"Go ahead and play my darling," the man in the photo handed me a doll as I raced to the backyard giggling.

"You promised no more!" My mother hissed at him as they glared at each other. "Pranpriya shouldn't be the one you give over to them! She's our daughter!"

"A daughter who matches the prophecy! What other child in our group has the magic Pranpriya does! You know as well as I she could give us the ability to wipe out the vampire race. We're witches," he cupped my mother's cheek as she glared at him, throwing his hands on her face.

"I'm human! Our daughter is innocent in this, I beg you don't try to sacrifice her simply because you all want power. She's your child!"

"This isn't up for discussion. Pranpriya is the only witch who fits the description. She'll manage to unite vampires and witches by falling in love with one and we can't have that. If we sacrifice her now, we could gain her magic and clear them out. It's the greater good."

As he walked away I saw my mother turn to me as I played in the backyard. "I won't let that happen. He won't hurt us Pranpriya."

I felt myself coming back to the present. What the hell was that. Was this some sort of sick joke? I looked at the photo, my mother always told me that my biological father was a horrible man who is dead to us but as far as I could remember, my father wasn't him.