Yzabelle.
“A hybrid that was created as the stronger one, the one who possessed both of the abilities and got more special abilities when two genes were mixed, would be accepted and cherished by the family and ancestors,” he explained as he looked at the spooky gate.
His eyes seemed to penetrate inside, straight to the castle.
“And the other one?” I asked.
I was certain it was the opposite.
“It wasn’t actually the opposite. But the ones who only got a few of the abilities of both genes and race. Not weak, but not strong enough to be cherished. And I am that kind of hybrid. I wasn’t treated as a special hybrid in my realm, sweetheart. They treated me like a regular vampire. Because that’s what they knew about me. I never shared with them what kind of hybrid I am.”
I got confused with what Dad said. So, was he a special hybrid or a regular hybrid?
And why did he have to hide it from them?
“Because I wanted freedom. I wanted to live on my own, search the world, find my purpose. And find what I really wanted to do in life. In this never-ending life,” he whispered. “I'm sure what life lies ahead of us, honey. But one thing I was sure of. I don’t want us to live here. I don’t want us to be confined in this realm. I want us to live freely. Maybe, we could not run away from what we are, because genetically, there’s vampire blood running in our veins. But honey, we can live the way we wanted to be, with this vampire blood, without sacrificing our freedom.”
I could totally understand what he was trying to tell me. He didn’t want us to do this. He didn’t want us to meet his ancestors. I didn’t know what he was afraid of but I was certain he was afraid that something might happen to us.
He may appear really calm and collected, but I could feel it. I could feel from his aura what he really felt right now.
Goodness! I thought my father could never feel any emotions, but he did. He was capable of fear.
“You read it right, sweetie,” he whispered to me. “I was capable of feeling fear. I thought there was nothing and no one could fear me. I don’t even fear death. But since your Mom happened to me, I’d always fear this moment will happen. That we need to meet the elders,”
My eyes turned misty. I realized now what kind of sacrifice he was making. The kind of sacrifice that I should not ask him.
“Dad… am I…” I broke into tears. “Am I a sin that you and Mom created?”
I thought I read something like that. That werewolves were only meant for werewolves and maybe with lycans too since they’re almost the same race. Only lycans were stronger and had a lot more abilities that werewolves didn’t have.
But vampires were a different race, a different realm. That means…
I was a sin.
My parents created a sin.
It must be the reason why Dad tried to hide me from their ancestors.
“No, baby. You are the most precious thing that ever happened to us. You are the fruit of our love. You weren’t a sin,” he tried to coax me. He even tried to reach me.
“I was…” I shook my head. “Please don’t sugarcoat it. I was a sin.”
And I was probably putting his life in danger right now.
What a fool I was!
“That’s not the only reason, sweetie. I already told you there were two kinds of hybrids. I was the second one, so they don’t care a lot about me.” He tried to explain.
“And what am I? Am I the first kind? Oh, come on,” I sarcastically asked.
And I was surprised when he whispered yes.
“I was afraid they might have sensed it. You’ve succeeded in hiding your true scent up to this very moment. I was afraid it would suddenly come out the moment we stepped inside that castle.”
He looked me straight in the eyes. He was trying to make me understand. But I didn’t understand what that meant. I didn't see anything special to myself aside from the mind reading. And God! That one had limitations though.
“That means, they would not let you go. If they found out you are one of those special hybrids, they would not let you step out of that castle.”
I breathed hard and deep. I didn’t know if he was just lying. I wasn’t sure if he was just saying it so we could back down from entering the castle.
How come I was the first kind? I didn’t even know how to teleport just like what Dad did. And I didn’t have the urge to eat like them. I wasn’t thirsty for blood just like them. I didn’t have the capabilities of vampires so how come I was the first kind of a hybrid? I was nothing good but a human.
“It wasn’t coming out yet. And I wish it would not come out anymore. I wanted you to live a normal life that you are used to.” Draco said. “And no, sweetheart. I wasn't trying to persuade you. It was already too late to back down, honey. They already knew we were here. They were actually waiting for us to enter.”
My eyes widened in surprise.
“What?”
“They could sense us. I was just telling you all these so you could prepare yourself for what to expect. I hope and wish, they would not see you as their meal since you only got a quarter of their blood. But I was certain, you’ll have our abilities. Actually, more than what we can do. I saw it from the day you were born.”
I could not understand what he was talking about. But I was certain he was worried that we would face great danger once we stepped in.
“Oh, he was here too,” he suddenly said.
“Huh?” Confused, I looked around.
Draco’s eyes turned black. He went like this when he was mad. But he suddenly calmed down after a few minutes. He seemed to be having a conversation with someone.
Then he looked at me and smiled.
“He loves you. I can tell.”
I gazed at him with complete puzzlement. I could not understand what he was talking about.
Who was here?
And who the hell did he have a conversation with?