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I shrug. âShe was obviously murdered after she and her husband left. In fact I wonder where her husband is now.â I say. Perhaps heâs the one who killed herâŠI shake my head, when Iâd met them it didnât seem that heâd do such things. I look down at the baby again and then the woman. She looked so much alike. I gasp, finally putting the puzzle pieces together. Sheâd had a baby and sheâd wanted us to adopt it. I remember her mentioning the crying baby, but that didnât make sense. Why didnât she want her own child? I show Tom the child, and he looks at her. He takes her hands in his and then notices a bracelet on her wrist. He examines it and reads aloud, âSummer: June 10, 1993 â born in a summer storm.â
I gasp and say, âShe was just born today than!â Tom mashes his eyebrows together, âThen why did they leave her?â he asks.
âIâm not sure, but Miranda had hinted sheâd wanted us to adopt this child, so I think we should.â I say. Tom frowns slightly but nods anyway. I take the baby into the house and tell a servant to get the crib down from the attic. I take Summer into the nursery where Iâd raised Jacob.
Hunter
When my dad, Darick, came home I was asleep. âHunter! Wake up!â he barks. Abruptly I awaken. âTake this prisoner and lock him up.â My dad says. I yawn and get up, and lock the man up in a dark cell without a second thought.
15 yrs laterâŠ
Summer
I sigh in boredom and finish the last math problem, then slam my pencil down. Suddenly, I got a text saying, âWeâre watching you!â I stare at the text and then burst out laughing. It was a nervous laugh though. I look around carefully. I hear Kate call me to dinner. I hurry downstairs and sit down. I cringe slightly as the scent of blood hit my nose. I still donât understand how I smell the blood or even appeal to the smell. I wouldnât dare tell Tom or Kate though, theyâd freak out. When Kate brushes by me, I inhale the fruity aroma and my mouth waters. She sets some food in front of me that doesnât smell nearly as delicious but I choke it down to please her. After I was done, I excused myself and went up to my room. I sighed in satisfaction as the warm vanilla sugar hit my nose.
I go outside to read a book and sit under an oak tree.
James
I look at the bare walls for the billionth time. I think of Miranda and then Summer. I wonder where Summer was now and what she looked like. If she had blossomed into the beautiful flower like her mother had. What color hair she had, and if her eyes were still that jade green, that resembled emeralds. I mostly wondered if she felt like she fit into the human world, or knew something was off about herâŠ
Hunter
I realize how hungry I am and go out to hunt. I stop by a mansion and see a young girl. âPerfect....â I think. I sniff the air but catch no scent. I saunter closer and smell again. This time I smell a scent, but the scent is unexpected. It had a lilac and vanilla sugar scent. I look closer and see how flawless the girl was. She had honey blonde hair and green eyes. Her skin was golden and she had a curvy body shape. I walk closer and see sheâs reading. Suddenly, a rabbit appears beside her and I snap.
Summer
I look up quickly and soon see a dead rabbit beside me and a mysterious boy. I was shaking slightly, the boy looks at me, curiosity burning in his eyes.
âWhat are you?â he asks.
âDo you mean, who am I?â I ask. He made it sound like I was a different species. He shakes his head.
âNo, I said what not whoâŠalthough it would be polite to know your name.â he says.
âWell, Iâm obviously human and my name is Summer.â I say, still confused.
âYou canât be human; humans arenât as perfect as you. Iâm Hunter by the way.â He says.
âWell, what if Iâm a modelâ I challenge. He considers this.
âYou may be a model, but you donât smell human.â He says slowly. I flinch and sniff carefully; I smell something Iâd never smelled before.
Kate
I look out the window and see Summer and a boy that Iâd never seen before. He seemed like Summerâs age and looked similar to Summer and Summerâs dad and late mom, flawless. I decide to ask Summer about him later.
Darick
I notice my son is gone, but think none of it. I go and visit James who is in the corner. âHelloâŠhaving a nice time?â I ask, my voice dripping with unfelt sweetness. âWell hopefully you wonât be here alone much longer; the Elders are looking into your daughter. She seems to haveâŠummâŠdefied her true nature.â I say, dangling the words like fish bait. James looks at me, his eyes flash in anger. âDonât hurt her!â he says. I laugh coldly, âI donât make that decision, the Elders do.â I say. âAnd so it seems, you shouldâve taught your daughter to drink blood while you still had her.â I add. James purses his lips and says, âBut thatâs just a natural instinct.â I shake my head with pretend sympathy, âWell, it seems she didnât quite catch on to that.â I say. James eyes widen and he chokes out, âNo!â I just shrug and then throw some food in and leave without another word.
James
I couldnât process what Darick had said fast enough. It was like my mind was trying to work through molasses. I didnât believe that my daughter didnât have the instinct for blood, and that now the Elders were after her. I shake my head, if only I hadnât MirandaâŠand fallen in loveâŠI then remember how we met.
It was a rainy and gloomy day; I was working with the Elders at the time, and was a guard. I was standing on the castle walls looking around for any danger when a young lady walks up asking to see Melissa Stone, one of the Eldersâ apprentices. I said that no one was allowed to have any contact with the apprentices or the Elders without being summoned. The lady introduces herself as Miranda Stone and my mind starts to spin. They were sisters, but that should be impossible! One of the rules to be an apprentice was you couldnât have any family members that knew where you were or what you did as a job. I look at Miranda, she looked desperate for something, so I disobeyed all logic and rule and leads her inside through a secret passage way. She thanks me and goes into Melissaâs room. She had stayed in there for awhile but soon came out looking gleeful. She thanks me again and goes away. I didnât think anything more of the incident untilâŠ.
A few days later, the Elders had called to me. They explained the scenario perfectly, from what Miranda looked like to the exact time she came in and then out; I was found out. They put me on probation; I was too scared to learn my fate though and ran away. I soon saw Miranda again, this time in a park. She was sitting on a bench reading a book. I recognize her immediately and involuntarily shy away. She looks up at the sound though and recognizes me; she smiles. I return the smile and go over. I tell her how I got in trouble without meaning to and she starts to apologize.
We somehow fell in love, I donât remember how though; it was too many years back. When I asked her to marry me, I didnât think anything of the consequences if the Elders ever found us. Now, I regret the moment I ever set eyes on Miranda and fell in love. I feel responsible for her horrid death. Flashbacks of the death came back to me then. I sigh, wondering where Miranda would be if she were still alive.
Summer
He smelled delightful, but not the kind of delightful I was expecting. There was no burning feeling in my throat; it just left me tingling in happiness over the smell. He smelled of the ocean, salty but fresh. He laughs as he sees my surprise as I smelled him.
âYep, youâre definitely a child of the moon.â He says.
âWhat? Are you saying Iâm a vampire?â I ask sarcastically, not really serious.
âYep, thatâs what Iâm saying.â He says, with a delvish smile. âYouâre pretty smart to figure that riddle out.â He adds.
I shrug, âWhatever.â I mutter. He laughs quietly and as he inhaled and his nose twitched. He crouches down and I watch curiously, suddenly I smelled it too. It was Kate, I didnât remember what Hunterâs natural instinct would be until it was too late. Kate comes out and in a blink of an eye, Hunter has her pinned, his fangs exposed. Just as he was about to go into his prey, I finally find my voice.
âSTOP!â I scream, as tears bubble under my eyes but dissolve as quickly as they appear. Hunter pauses for a moment and cranes his neck to look at me in surprise. Kate is trembling in fear, but fiery anger danced in her eyes. âLet her go.â I say calmly, Hunter listens to me, I was slightly surprised but didnât let that emotion show on my face. Kate gets up slowly and as soon as I was sure she was okay, I started to breathe again. âHunter, this is myâŠmother.â I say, I watch as he jaw drops and I would have taken pleasure of the facial expression if not for the latest scare I just had.
âYouâre mother? But sheâs a-â he starts to say.
I just give him a quick glare before cutting in smoothly. âNo, she adopted me.â I say, which was the truth. He raises an eyebrow for details but I just roll my eyes and shrug.
âIâm a what?â Kate demands, anger still flickering in her eyes. Hunter shrugs casually, âYouâre a lot more beautiful than your daughter.â He says flashing me a smile. I growl under my breath and make a mental note that he would pay for the comment later.
Kate
I blush at the compliment and shrug. I slowly get up from where I had been pinned and brush myself off. I then go back in the houseâŠ
A few hours later Summer comes to me asking if she could go to Hunterâs house. I was suspicious, since she only just met the boy but agree unwillingly. When Hunter finds out he smiles. I hear him murmur something but couldnât pick out the words. My motherly instincts kick in and I can feel Summer was a bit uncomfortable by what he had said. I wonder if I made the right decision. Before I know it though, and before I could turn back on my decision, Summer and Hunter were gone.
Hunter
I sprint off as soon as Summerâs human mother leaves. I still donât get how sheâs a vampire with a human mother, and how she contains her hunger for blood so well. I shake my head to try to clear it. I had to stop thinking about Summer. When I look back, Summer isnât behind me. I stop and run back,
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