Desires - Hybrid Mates

Part 1

Part 1

My life is always the same. I'm waking up, I'm eating breakfast, I'm going to college.
Today my mom woke me up. Like always. I'm 20 now, but it's nothing special. My mom and I are living a good live. We have a small house in the middle of the town, my college is near our house and I don't need to work. My mom has her own little boutique and makes enough money for both of us. I don't think, that this is ok, because I want to do something for us too, but like this I can focus on my studies.
I wish, my mom and I wouldn't be alone, but I can't change the fact that my father left me.
Would I only have known, that I will leave her soon too...

I was in our basement. Searching for my old music notes I didn't realize that a box was nearly falling from the top shelf.
"Moooom?", I was screaming from the top of my lungs when I stood up and bumped my head on the shelf. The box fell down and everything that was inside dropped on the floor. There were letters and other papers scattered on the floor. I tried to pick them up when my mom came down the stairs. "What the hell are you doing here?", she asked and looked at the things on the floor. "Mom. I'm sorry. I-" "Oh no", she cut me off and rushed to the fallen box. "That's private. You didn't look at it, did you?" I shook my head no.
What's so important about this box?
"I'm sorry mom. I was searching for my music notes. When I stood up, I bumped my head and the box fell", I said slowly. Mom looked at me and smiled a little. "I'm sorry", she said "are you okay? Does it hurt?" Again, I shook my head no.
We both went upstairs. My notes had to wait, but this box never left my mind. I wanted to know what's in there. I just saw that there were papers and similar thinks. What was so important that she had to keep it a secret?
Maybe it's related to my father...
This thought never left my mind. Was it really about my father? No... he left me, right? He left me and my mother.
Maybe it's about my strange feelings...
Again, no. it can't be. I don't know why I'm feeling like this...

Since I can think I'm feeling empty. Like something is missing. But I can't imagine what it is. My father left my mom and me before I was born. I can't miss him. I don't even know him. Mom never talked about him. I don't think, that he would be a good father.
I'm my mom's only child. So, there's no missing sibling.
My mom always said it's because I don't have any friends. I don't need friends. Why should I make friends, when I know, that they wouldn't like me anyway? And... well... I have Sophie. She is not my friend. We are more like colleagues. Sometimes she's sitting with me in the library, but that's all. We are not sitting together at lunch or in class. I'm always sitting alone.
So, what exactly is my missing piece? I don't know.

It's a new day at school. Everything is normal. As I was sitting in class my science teacher was talking about the atomic structure and some students were sleeping or talking. I was looking out of the window. It was raining. I loved the rain. It was so calming. Still thinking about the box and its content, I didn't realize that my teacher was asking me something. Just when he stood in front of me, I stopped daydreaming. I was so embarrassed. Students were laughing. But their laughing disappeared when I answered the question correct without letting the teacher ask again.
How did I do this? This isn't possible! I didn't even know the question... How ...?
I was as surprised as my classmates. It wasn't possible that I could answer this question. I didn't hear the question and I'm not good at science. Taken aback I just sat there for the rest of the class, absolutely forgetting about what happened with the box.

Class finished and I packed my bag and went out of the classroom. I could hear people whispering everywhere. They were looking at me. Am I just imagining or are the talking about me? No. They don't know me. Its impossible.
Could they know me just because of the incident?
I shook my head and walked to the library.
All my classes had ended. I'm in the library almost every day.

I walked to my usual seat when I saw Sophie jumping around with books in her hand and a big smile on her face. She was a big fan of fantasy stories. She liked everything. Princesses, Fairies, but she liked vampires, werewolves, demons and such stuff the most.
"Let me guess! Another twilight-story?", I laughed. "Nope!", she smiled at me "It's something more interesting." I looked at her with a questioning look. "Oh my god! How can someone be so interested like you? You are asking me so many questions", she sarcastically said. I just laughed again. "Okay. Tell me already. I know you won't let me study in peace, if you can't tell me."
"I knooowww", she grinned. "okay listen!"
"Yeah. I'm listening"
"This is a book about hybrid-demons."
"Hybrid-demons?"
"Oh yes. And this is not only a lame story. Is serious. This bases on real Information. Hybrid-demons or hybrids are creatures with different abilities. They are a mixture of vampires and werewolves, but they are demons. Look at this picture! The have big, black wings. Isn't it amazing? Vampires and werewolves don't have wings! Hybrids are so strong. Stronger than any other creature in this world."
Her eyes were glistening in excitement. I didn't know what to say. I didn't believe in such things, but she obviously did.
"Oh... erm... wow...", I stammered "this sounds really amazing, but... you know... I don't believe in these things. Don't understand me wrong. It's cool that you like that, but it's not really interesting for me", I tried to tell her gently. Her smile didn't faint. She smiled even more.
"I know. But you are the only person I can talk to about this. Sure, I respect that you are not interested, but I'm so thankful that you are listening to me", she said. I just smiled and nodded. She was so cheerful and full of energy. She was the exact opposite to me, but it's okay.

The rest of the day we just chatted and learned together. After we bit farewell, we both went home. Of course, Sophie told me that I can ask her anytime when I have a question about demons. I knew it wouldn't get that far. But it's her personality and I think it's cool.

We were both ordinary students. We weren't the typical nerds or the popular ones. No. It was ok. We never felt normal. We had each other, but we only met in the library. We never met somewhere else or knew much about each other.
If I only knew, that her life will be in danger because of me...

When I was home, I put my bag in my room and sat on my desk. I hadn't had any homework so I could spend my afternoon how I liked it. But then one thought came into my mind. The box.
I have to know what's in this box. Mom never had a secret. WE never had a secret. I have to know.
Then I got an idea. I rushed down the stairs. My mom was in the kitchen and noticed me. "Hey! What are you doing?", she asked. I stood there shocked and thought about what to tell her.
Shit! Why are you such a bad lair? You never laid to her before.
"Oh...", I stammered "I wanted to search my notes again..." "Oh. Okay. But don't bump your head again." She smiled at me.
I rushed into the basement and looked around.
The box... the box... where is the...
My thoughts got cut off by a red box falling in my eyes. The box with the papers. It was on another top shelf.
Is mom trying to hide this box?
I went to the shelf and tried to grab the box. It was too high. I searched for something I could stand on.
What can I use...? Oh, the chair!
There was a chair beside the shelf. Mom put some flowerpots on it and a blanket. I put the flowerpots beside the chair and positioned it in front of the shelf. I stood on it and reached for the box.
When I got the box, I sat on the chair and slowly opened it. There were so much papers and some polaroid pictures. On every picture was my mom and someone else. I couldn't see his face clearly. Then I saw another picture. Again, there was this Person and my mom, but this time there was something else. It was a baby.
Is that a picture of mom, my father and me?
I turned the picture around.

1981 – our happiness – happy birthday

This cant be. I was born in 1999.
I rummaged through the box and slightly panicked. Then I fond something. A document. My eyes widened. This couldn't be. This wasn't any document. It was a birth certificate. To be specific, it wasn't my birth certificate. It was from someone else.
I couldn't think clearly. I just mumbled things like "no" or "why".
Again, I rummaged through the box. I found more and more things.
This can't be. No. This is impossible. No... how?
I couldn't belief what I just found out. It was something my mom hid from me all the time. How long did she want to hide it? Maybe that's what I'm searching? My missing piece.
I had to find this person, because this birth certificate showed it clearly...

"I have a brother!"