Page 1 of A Half-Blood’s Escape
Chapter 1
-Lara-
As a kid your parents teach you how wrong it is to steal ... and I could only agree, but what if it one day became necessary? What if you one day found yourself in need of it ... just to escape a life you never asked for ... are you still a criminal then? Or can such a sin be forgiven?
I hoped it could. I had nothing against earning my own money, truly but things became hard for me after my father made quite a debt for himself for gambling a little too much. I tried paying some of it off but why should I continue to bother myself with his troubles when I could simply ... run away? Except he stole what little I had left, which leaves me with nothing. A simple job might buy me a plane ticket, but I needed to survive too. I didn't want to risk living on the streets, and the United States of America was a tough country to live in. I needed cash, and fast before more of the loan sharks showed up saying if I couldn't pay with money, I needed to use my body.
No way. I did a lot to save the man who adopted me, yet he changed after my mother died in a car crash. He would always tell me how grateful I should be, that he even wanted to take care of me since my own father wouldn't ... if he just knew exactly who my father was, he wouldn't think me so lucky, and not because my biological father was a saint, because he wasn't. A half-blood as a daughter ... oh the shame!
At least in the supernatural world, you were seen as dirty. It was why most half-bloods, not that there were a lot of us left, liked to stay hidden in the human world. I had actually never met another half-blood since it was very rare for werewolves and humans, or vampires and humans to have kids. The combination of the blood and genes was almost impossible but very few times it happened that they mixed. My mother had been very lucky to survive it, but had then died when I was eleven, leaving me with my stepfather, who had adopted me as his own before she died ... He would always tell me that she was the one putting pressure on him about it when I knew that was a lie. My mother had been the kindest person alive and sadly left me in a very unkind world, that I now tried to escape from.
While I stayed away from other vampires and werewolves, since I was always either considered filthy because of my blood or untrustworthy because of it, I had to attend a party for only vampires and werewolves. I probably shouldn't have, but I needed to get out of here fast, and this party was for the rich upper class. So many diamonds and jewelry would be carried at this party. I had found the ad that said they needed servers at the party, on a secret Facebook page only for supernatural people, and since I could prove my blood was not all human, I was allowed in. I never looked at the page much. I just kept track of things ... or maybe a certain person, hoping or maybe dreaming a little, that he hadn't left because of the shame, but that he had a good reason to.
I knew it was pathetic to hope for, but dreams ... were often unrealistic.
I placed myself in front of the mirror. I was wearing a black shirt and pants, and I had been sent a mask to wear. All the servers were wearing one. It was black too. We were apparently supposed to be like shadows, so none of the guests would even notice us unless they wanted something to drink or eat. I was fine with that. Anyone I would come into close contact with would know I was not a full-blooded wolf, and that could easily get me into trouble. Good thing I wasn't staying long. I just needed a few things, that I hoped the guests would "lend" me.
I pulled my deep brown hair back into a ponytail and went to get my black shoes by the door. I walked past the living room where my father ... stepfather ... Carl ... I was unsure of what to call him anymore, had fallen asleep on the couch. I should probably be angry at him, but I just felt a lot of pity for him. He had fallen into a black hole, that not even I could help him out of. And as soon as I had gotten enough "money" from the party, I would be out of there. I knew a pawnshop not far away from here that stayed open late, and I had already packed a bag. Everything was planned. My escape was finally here.
I put on the black shoes before quietly leaving the apartment and flagging down a taxi. It was raining a little, but I would survive.
-Dominic-
The sun was already low in the sky, as the private jet started to prepare for landing, yet I felt no happiness seeing the airport in Heathrow getting closer and closer.
"Cheer up," Gabriel said from the seat in front of mine.
I just shot him a deadly glare. His goofy grin was more annoying than his words, but sadly, he was not intimated by my glare and just continued to enjoy the situation.
"Shut up," I just said.
"Just try a smile then," he teased.
"When have I last smiled?"
He just leaned a little back in his seat enjoying this way too much, but how could he not? It was not him they forced to meet some beauty, who had been chosen especially for me because the damn council was so far up my ass, it was a wonder I could even sit down.
"It will be a quick party," he said. "We go in. We say hello. We are out. Easy."
"Except for the part where I get tied to her ... forever."
He shrugged a little, yet the smile never left his lips.
"Maybe except that part," he said.
Gabriel was a hybrid like me, and so was Ace sitting on my right with his eyes focused on the stupid cards he kept doing tricks with. One good tip ... don't challenge him to a game ... any game! Hewillcrush you.
We were the last three hybrids in the world, who had all sadly been born males, which made it quite hard to make more of us. So, the council had found a beautiful female vampire of a very strong and pure line from England, whom I happened to be meeting tonight.
"I just don't get why we are flying over there," I said. "She is coming over to us in a few weeks."
"Well, this shows your commitment and respect," Gabriel said.
I groaned irritated and leaned back in my seat, as the plane finally dipped lower and started to land. I stared out of the window, just watching the landscape and the airport go by quickly, then the plane started to slow down, and things went by slower and slower. My heart on the other hand started to beat faster and faster, and I felt more suffocated on land, than in the sky.
Being the oldest, I was the one who had been forced into this ... union with the strange beauty that everyone had tried almost "selling" to me. They spoke so highly of her all the time. I was five hundred years old, and she was barely rounding the hundred, yet I bet those hundred years had been spent preparing her, making her all polished and compliant. What they believed was the perfect queen for the king. I could have said no, of course, I wanted to ... but it was no shocker life got almost meaningless after a few hundred years. Maybe this was just another meaningless task or event I had to go through. I at least wanted to see if it might bring me something else but numbness.
Living for five centuries, you see things ... you experience things ... things you can never forget even after years and years. Maybe this was what I needed, or maybe this was just a complete mistake I would regret later. I certainly would not have any feelings for the beauty but at least the council would leave me alone if I helped produce an heir with a woman of their choosing. Yes, I really hoped so because they were starting to get too annoying.
