The life I never wanted.

Chapter 5

And I'm back. After this chapter I don't know when I'll be updating again because I have a lot of course work. I'll try soon, though. Anyway, here is the answer to the last riddle:

The statement says that there are three words in 'THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE what is the third word?' The third word in that phrase is, of course, language. Well done if you figured it out. Onto the next chapter.

Chapter 5:

Both of them were incredibly beautiful. The women had long, flowing blond hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen other than my own. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped and her lips were delicately plumped. Her entire bone structure was sculpted like a Goddess and it was safe to say that I was actually jealous of how gorgeous she was.

The man was equally good-looking. His hair was a deep, inky black, much like my own, and his eyes were a brown that I'm sure were his wife's favourite feature. Like literally, they seemed like molten pools of chocolate. Anyway, his face appeared as though it had been chiseled by a professional sculptor. Although he was obviously much older than me, he definitely seemed like the kind of guy a lot of girls my age would have a crush on. Like Johnny Depp or Robert Downey Jr.

What caught my attention with both of them however, was their slightly chalky pallor and the fact that they both seemed vaguely familiar to me. Don't ask me why though, because I had never met these two people before in my entire life.

"Hi Mum, Dad. Um, I can see your busy so I'll just head upstairs. Okay?" I turned to leave but my Dad called me back.

"Issae, come meet our guests." He smiled, something I could never resist.

I looked nothing like my parents, but that didn't change the fact that I loved them to bits. My Dad was tall with warm brown eyes and short brown hair that was peppered grey. His face had gentle features and was littered with laugh lines that he had acquired during my childhood.

My mother also had brown hair but her eyes were a light green. Much like my father, her face was relaxed and full of laugh lines. It was then I realised that my parents were complete opposites to the couple sat across from them.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Issaelya Wilks." I told them, sitting down next to my parents.

"Right, well. Issae, this is Lorna and Alexander Petrov. They've come for a very special reason." My mother sounded like she was talking to a child as she smiled at me. I couldn't help but feel confused.

"What's going on?" I asked slowly, wanting the answer quickly.

A light, gentle voice spoke next, "We've come to tell you something important." The voice belonged to Lorna. It was calm and had a relaxed feel to it.

I didn't have a response for that, except to stare at the two of them. Lorna turned to Alexander and nodded. Then they both turned back to me.

Alexander spoke with a smooth yet authoritative voice, "Issaelya. We are your parents."

I froze. What did they mean? Sure they both had one feature similar to mine. Lorna's blue eyes and Alexander's black hair. That however, did not mean I was related to them. They couldn't be my parents.

"What the hell is going on here?" I looked at the two people who had raised me in desperation.

Neither of them answered me. Instead, Lorna did, "Issaelya, we handed you over at birth to Samantha and David in order to protect you. You're much more different to everyone else than you think."

"But what about Grandma? I just got back from visiting her." I was grasping at any reason at this point.

"We've known Anastasia for a long time. She is a good friend of ours." Mentioned Alexander.

"No! You can't be my parents. You don't look older than thirty. I'm eighteen in February. You're far too young." I cried out.

Dad. Sorry, David Interrupted, "They have a reason for that too. But you need to calm down."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. What on Earth were they going on about? First, I get told I was given away at birth and now there was abig reason as to there youthful appearances. Can plastic surgery really be that bad of a reason?

Alexander spoke on a serious tone, "Issaelya, like us, you are a vampire."

I stared at the beautiful couple across from me. I regarded him skeptically before bursting into laughter.

"Wow, I was actually starting to believe this whole scenario for a second there. But that was, wow, that funny." I calmed down my breathing before continuing to talk, "Well, I'll just be going to my room now. It was nice meeting you both but I have homework to do." I smiled and went to stand but a hand on my shoulder prevented me from doing so.

Samantha's hand was clasped around my right shoulder whilst suddenly Lorna's wason my left.

Samantha leant towards me and whispered in my ear, "You seriously need to listen to this, Sweetie. What Lorna and Alexander are telling you is the truth."

Glancing around I could see their faces staring at me in the utmost seriousness.

"You're really not joking are you? How sick are you to say this to me?" None of them answered. "How can I be a vampire? I've aged. I walk around in the sun. I don't hunger for blood and I happen to love garlic bread." I exclaimed.

"We are born not made. We aren't full vampires until the age of eighteen. We are able to walk around in broad daylight and we are able to eat." Explained Alexander. "However, we have more advanced senses than a human's as well as enhanced speed and strength and mind control called compulsion. And yes, we do have to consume blood every now and then but otherwise our bodies funtion exactly like a human's does."

"So why are you here now? If I don't turn into a vampire until my eighteenth birthday, why not come then?"

All four of them gave sympathetic looks. Lorna was the one that spoke up, "We need to take you home with us now. Our family was always intertwined with the Royal family of our race. Your hand was promised before even Alexander and I were born."

My eyes welled up with tears and my jaw dropped as I stared at them. "Marriage? What? No, I can't leave. What about my friends?" I stammered slightly but my voice was fairly stable.

David interjected at that moment, "They won't remember you. Neither will we. Any memory of you will be altered and every item related to you will be removed. It will be as though you had never existed." He didn't seem all that sad about losing the girl he had raised as his own.

Tears were pouring down my face at this point and I was sure most of my mascara was accompanying them. "But I'll remember. Every tiny thing. All the fun I had with Rae, Shauna and Trent. All the things I did growing up. All of it." I sobbed. My gaze turned to the Petrovs, "You may be the people that created me. But David and Samantha watched me grow up. They are my parents." I stared at them defiantly. "I suppose I'd better go pack." With that, I stormed out of the room and headed to my bedroom, a scowl adorning my face.

A/N:

Whew! Finally done. I'm not gonna bother with a riddle tonight. So for now, Bye Bye.

Karla.D.