Chapter 18

Micheal Deveroe stood outside the doors of the Lucas mansion. He knocked and waited; Enid came to answer the door. She gave him a tentative smile and ushered him inside.

They were all waiting for him in the living room. They saved him a chair; he felt a little like the fox caught in the hen house as they stared at him.

Daisy's stare was the most disturbing to him. She had his eyes, but everything else was all Clara. It pulled at his grief. He was also feeling a sense of joy to meet her finally. She was gorgeous, just like her mother.

It was silence in the room for a little while as everyone looked at him, and he looked at Daisy. It wasn't as scary as he thought it was; he couldn't feel any anger coming from her, just confusion and maybe happiness.

"Well, I suppose you would like to know who your parents were and how it all ties to what you have going on right now. Ask me anything I will answer if it is within my knowledge to do so."

Daisy just stared at him. All she could think of was the night long ago when she was little, and he was standing outside her window.

"You are my father, and Aunt Clara was my Mother; it was you outside my window that night."

"Why did you leave?"

"Why did my mother pretend to be my Aunt?"

"Why?"

"Waiting so long to tell me, were you ever planning on letting me know that someday I would grow fangs? Or that I would start to crave blood?"

"Well, just Noah's, but still. I bit him. I wanted to lick off the blood. I thought that I had turned into some monster!"

"First, I am sorry that I wasn't there for you; you were in danger. We had no choice but to do our best to hide you from the hunters."

"This is a long and complicated story that I am about to tell you, and it goes back thousands of years. It is the only way to have the whole picture of things and understand the reasons your Mother and I did what we did."

^^^^^^story of the past^^^^^^

For starters, I am 2130 years old. I believe that this started even before my time. There are rare individuals in this world called pure blood. It isn't what you are thinking, though, Not pureblood shifter or vampire or whatever.

These pure blood are of all the created races of the earth, every race. It is believed that they come from the firsts of creation. The only references in the old books were, "They were of all things, and all things were of them."

It is said that they were true immortals and walked the earth for a very long time, there was no mention of exactly what happened, but the Gods came and took from the Firsts and created different individuals from them.

Therefore giving birth to all the supernatural races of the earth, all except humans. Humans were created by their god. A God was more powerful than the others. It is said that this God was also the creator of the firsts, and he wasn't happy with the other gods.

So he created a pure-blood individual whose blood would be magical and give eternal youth. These individuals born once every millennium would be taken as normal humans with no knowledge of the power they possess.

The tome also states that their blood can only be used with their permission; otherwise, whatever is made with the stolen blood would be foul. Nor can It be sold or taken from the individual; you can only with permission.

Unfortunately, those who hunt specials do not go far enough in the books to discover that they need permission.

When you were born, it was determined that you had this blood, though I am pretty sure that there is more of my blood than the others. There was very little information left about how it all works. I think that was also deliberate.

We knew you had to be hidden. The friend who tested your blood for me was murdered; he didn't give out any information, thank god, because that bought us more time.

We decided that it was best for you to never learn of your true parentage that if another ever scanned you, they wouldn't find anything other than an ordinary human girl.

I put out that I was having an arrangement with a french vampire princess; she was a good friend of my family and agreed to help.

After that, you already know. I stayed away except for one night I had to see you. I had to know at least what you looked like. I didn't dare stay long, but I had to know.

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"That brings us up to now I believe."

"You should also know that Clara was murdered, and I intend to make him pay. I believe that he is working for another and that you are the intended target."

"However, I believe that The Ghost has gone rogue, and Raymond no longer has control over him. At least, that is what I think is going on. I don't have proof yet."

"Now, sorry to pry, but I have come to the understanding that you two have become mates and that you have marked each other."

Micheal noticed that they looked at each other Noah smiled, and Daisy blushed but looked confused.

"Did something odd happen?"

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Susan woke up tied to what she could tell was a large X-shaped table. She couldn't speak. She tried, and nothing would come out. She could smell chemicals and something metallic was it blood? She couldn't tell.

Heavy footsteps came up to her from the head of the table, and the next thing she knew, she was staring at a very handsome person. She wouldn't say he was human though he had a feral look to him and his eyes were glacial. They looked so cold.

"Hello, my little new toy. I have explained this once already, but you are new here, so I don't mind doing it again; you can not talk at all. It is a potion; you will not make any sounds for three to four days.

First things first, though, I must compliment you on your exquisite taste in pot. That was the most delightful high I have had in a long time. I am so happy that I am going back to your house tonight to find where you hid it.

Perhaps I will find more guests to bring here, and we can all have a fantastic party. After all, it does get lonely, being all tied up alone down here.

I will be back before you miss me too much, don't worry about me. I will be right back.

The Wraith went out swiftly into the night right back to his precious toy's house; there were lights on now awww so they are home now. That is so wonderful; he giggled to himself.

Misting under the door, he lurked in all the nooks and crannies, but he couldn't find where she hid the pot. He made his way silently to the bedroom, and there they were in the middle of what looked like some sloppy sex.

He looked at the side table, and low and behold; there was her stash of pot. Those low lives were not only doing it in her bed but also smoking her pot too. Tsk, Tsk well, we can't have that. It is time to teach the Mayor how to share.

Ascending upon them, he drank from them till they were good and passed out for a couple of hours.

It was also good because he waited for them to climax before drinking, so he was high from that rush and the pot they smoked beforehand. He ended up drinking more from the slut.

Wow, what they say is true; you get the munchies from smoking pot. He laughed and laughed for about an hour, and then he was off with his other two playmates.

He couldn't wait for the Sheriff to see his next exhibit. It is going to be big.

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Nicholas Lucas wasn't the big fool his wife thought he was. She felt that she had him fooled and that it was easy to do.

She didn't know yet but would soon find out that he had cut her out of the accounts. She has to have permission from him to spend any more money. She will also have to explain why she needs it, not more wants.

Finding out that she had spent millions of dollars without giving any accounting was terrible enough, but he found out that she was firing all their loyal servants. Some of the older ones she moved to the country.

Not only did she fire them, she never reported them to be fired and was collecting their wages. He found this to be intolerable.

He decided that she could have her ball, and at that ball, he was going to announce his divorce to her. He had all he was going to take.

There is no way he was going to let her ruin their sons life. He didn't know her motive and he didn't care. Their son was off limits.

Everything with her is because of what someone might say, keeping up an image that had long since faded. See how she handles public humiliation as her punishment.