Who would like a Vampire anyway?

Chapter 5

Nicholas

"I came to see my son but I can see that you have company," he said, referring to Clara. 

Trust my dad to make a famous entrance like this. The one and only Henry Young always making life a living hell for me. I mean he already stole my soul and he is bent on stealing any chance of happiness I could have, still I called him dad.

Henry was not my biological father, truth be told none of my family was actually related to me by blood. We all came together as one just because we had one thing in common and that is the fact that we are all vampires. 

He was the man that made me a vampire and I pretty much learnt everything I know about this world from him. 

Oh how I loathe him so much for what he turned me into, this blood sucking beast with no mercy, no real emotion, no compassion. Even though he did what he did out of some twisted compassion to save my life, still, I hated him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? You know the rules!," I reminded him. 

"Yes I know the rules Nic, and I know what you are capable of but still I came," he told me.

Wow this man is completely unbearable. He knows he is not supposed to be here without prior notice, without my permission. 

He probably did this because he knew that I would never give permission for him to come see me. He knew exactly how I felt about him because of my no secret rule. 

"I don't want to see you, there are rules for a reason but you choose to break them every single time, then you turn around and call me names," I told him.

"Nic, let's not do this in the presence of an outsider," he said, referring to Clara. 

"Please let's, I feel much closer to her than I'll ever be to you," I said. 

"Nicholas!" Clara exclaimed.

And that was the time I realized that maybe it was not so okay letting her see this side of me, the side that hated my so-called father and everything he represents.

One look at her and I could tell that she was totally confused as to why I was acting this way. Thinking about it now, I realize that she must have high regards for this man, him being the popular ever helpful lecturer that he claims to be. 

If only she knew how cruel he was, if only she knew the monster she was with right now and all the monstrous things he made me do. 

I could not allow her to see this side of me, the side that I kept locked away while I put up my charismatic facade, I could not let the veil slip off to reveal scars that refuse to heal but continue to haunt me time after time.

"I think it would be best if you leave now Clara," I said, without even looking at her direction. 

"Nicholas," she said, with concern, laxing her voice.

Turning towards her I did not need to read her mind to know what she wanted to stay, she wanted to help out in whatever way she could even if she did not understand what was going on. 

A few moments ago she was hell bent on leaving me and now she felt pity for me, yes, that's what it is, she pitied me and that is something I could not bear. 

"Please go," I told her. 

She hesitated for a while and then she was gone, gone from my reach but I still felt her presence. It was like she could never really leave me. 

I remember every detail of her face. Her beautiful bright brown eyes with a million questions. Her perfect face and her luscious long hair. Every little detail meant so much to me and I could not wait to be with her again. 

"Looks like you've been hooked son and by a human girl at that!" Henry said.

I mentally groaned. Why was he still here?! 

"It's none of your business dad," I told him as I walked towards the sitting room. 

"Well you see it is, especially when she gives off an aura like that, there is something about that girl that's just not right," he said. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure yet, but you better be careful," he told me.

"I see." 

"Yes, plus she's human and that hardly ever works out so you better catch yourself from falling," he advised. 

"Well too bad dad because I've already fallen for her and there's no going back," I told him.

"How come you've never mentioned her to me then?" He asked.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, I don't have to tell you everything, at least I still have some free will," I replied. 

He looked at me for a while like I was a stubborn child but at this point I didn't even care.

"You know I care about you Nicholas, I just want what's best for you," he said.

Here he was trying to guilt trip me into believing his lies. He always had a twisted way of showing his emotions and I have long since given up on him.

Still it bothered me that he noticed something too about Clara. She was certainly someone special. The only thing I knew for sure was that she was human, completely human.

Overtime I have been able to train my supernatural senses into detecting any other supernatural being and I could tell which from which. 

Be it werewolves, vampires or witches, I could separate them all with a particular aura. 

Clara was definitely human, of that I was hundred percent sure but she was unique and she was going to be mine.

I did not care about the consequences, I did not care what I had to do as long as I had her then I would be complete. I have never felt this way for someone and it all excited me. 

Having a meaningful true relationship with a human was complicated, I know. I was no fool. I was fully aware of the dangers and the obstacles along the way. 

Also my family in particular did not exactly take a liking towards humans. They felt humans were beneath them and looked down on them with every opportunity they could get. 

That was why Hunter was my only true human friend and even him sometimes felt out of place whenever my family was around. 

I felt so alone because of the so-called family rule. Don't get me wrong, I'm eternally grateful for my family. They have been there for me when I had no clue what I was doing with my life. 

They have seen me at my worst and were there to celebrate with me when I was happy. 

However, it concerned me that they all watched as I became a monster, a killing machine, but none actually did anything to stop the madness, until aunt Matilda showed up and stopped the uncontrollable blood lust I had developed. 

I could have gone far away, to a place not so close, not so reachable, instead I stayed. I chose to be close to Henry and I just could not explain why, all I knew was that something kept me in place, a force made me stay. 

Maybe I still felt some loyalty towards him, maybe something in me missed the old days. 

Now that I think about it, maybe it was the enigma called Clara Shawn that held me in place, maybe, just maybe.

"So what do you want dad, why are you here?" 

"I came because of the family Nic, we'll be having a family meeting soon, right here," he said.

When I heard that I knew something must be terribly wrong. At the mention of the Young family meeting, chaos and bloodshed usually follows. 

The timing could not be more terrible. I was in no mood to go to war with anyone right now. I made it clear that I did not want to be involved in the fight they put themselves in. 

Still they never listen to me. If they wanted to be involved in a battle then that's their problem but I did not want that.

However I know I could never abandon them. That was probably why he chose to hold this clarion call for battle here. He decided to bring the camp to my mansion. 

Right now the idea of running away that I had nursed for a long time now seemed perfect, but the timing was wrong. 

If there was one thing that I was known for, it is that I never ran away from a fight and every single member of my family knew that, but the terrible thing is that whenever my bloodlust began, it took a miracle for me to be myself again. 

"Why do you have to hold this meeting in my home?!" I asked. 

"You know why Nic," he replied. 

I understood what he meant. He knew me too well to know this place meant so much to me and I wouldn't leave them alone if they brought the fight to me.

"Who are we fighting now dad?" I asked.

I didn't want to hear the answer but I had to ask the question. I was sick and tired of all of these but somehow I have come to realize this was all part of being a vampire. 

It came with having abilities that one was not supposed to have, it came with immortality, it came with having the wealth, the influence, the power. Nothing goes for nothing and in this life one has to fight to maintain power. 

"You don't have to know who we are up against right now, wait till the family meeting," he said. 

"No! I want to know now, I deserve at least that," I told him. 

If he was going to get me involved in a war then the least he could do was let me know who the enemy is this time. There was no way he was leaving this place without giving me a proper answer. 

At least he did not deny that this was a call for battle. Now all he just had to do was to be honest, even though that was not something he held in high esteem. Henry Young was a pathological liar but I was not in the mood to be lied to. 

If he had his way the truth would never come out about a lot of things. If he had his way I would still be his bloodhound. But I make sure he doesn't always have his way. 

"Okay son, it is the vampire hunters, we have news of their return and they have declared war, them not us," he finally replied. 

Now I know why he was hesitant. He knew I did not like to war against the vampire hunters. As much as they were a pain in the butt they were still just humans with misconceptions and dense personalities. 

I have always had a soft spot for them, even with their tricks and their skill they were never any match for a supernatural, but they were resilient and always came back every single time. 

Somehow I admired them, I admired their courage in the face of certain defeat, I admired their unity even if it was bred out of a mutual hatred for vampires…. Still I admired it. 

I mean, who would like a vampire anyways? I did not even like who I was.