LIE

Chapter 62

"Mother?!"

"But you said-"

"I know what I said." Indra said quickly.

The woman went over to the brown bag and put her hand in it. She pulled out a bag of blood. I cringed.

"Who is she?" I whispered to Indra. "What is she?"

"This is Raign; Mother." Indra started.

"Do you remember me telling you someone saved me?" He asked me.

I nodded slowly.

He then gestured to Raign. So he calls her "Mother" because she made him. She began to drink from the blood bag.

I looked at Indra.

"Why was she in your bed though?" I asked.

"She was tired from her trip."

"Vampire or not, twenty-six hours is tough." Indra said. Twenty-six hours?! He then chuckled.

Raign turned to us as she finished her "meal."

"Băiat, I like him. His outspoken personality is great for your shyness." She said with a confident smile.

"Outspoken? How can you tell?" I asked.

"Yes, Mother can sense one's personality by the first look at them." Indra explained.

"So... She has mind powers too, did you inherit that from her?" I asked.

"No." Indra answered.

"Powers are your own. They stem from your personality or your circumstance."

"Some people think it's one or the other, while some don't see the connection at all."

"So, what do you believe Indra?" I asked.

"The circumstance. Like when I was in that cage or on that table." He started.

"I never knew what was going on or what was going to happen next. I couldn't get the people to stop no matter how much I begged."

"So I think my powers come from that; the ability to read minds and bend people to my will." He finished.

I looked at him with a teary eye, "that just made me so sad."

Indra put his hand on my head.

"Don't be sad." He said.

I turned to Raign.

"So, you made Indra." I stated.

"Mm-hm!" Raign confirmed.

"How?" I asked.

"Indra never tells me these things." I explained.

"I bleed into him." She said. She then pointed at the scar on his neck.

I turned to Indra. "So that's how you become a vampire! Another vampire just bleeds into a fatal wound and bam!"

"No." Indra in a gruff voice.

"No?" I asked.

"Any cut." He said. "Could be a needle prick, a microscopic cut, a knee scrape. A single drop of a vampire's blood will change you."

He held his hand to his throat, "and it'll scar."

"Complete the process by drinking sire's blood." Raign added.

"Yes." Indra agreed lowly.

Raign's fingernail dug into the crook of my neck and she pulled it back.