The Vampires Human Mate 1 (Completed)

CHAPTER : 4

                                                                                   ZEENIA STEVEN's P.O.V

One thing I was quite certain about from the day I could walk and talk, was that I was different from my parents, but I had no confirmatory proof about that.

I had questioned my parents, about my looks, my thoughts, my interests that were vastly different from theirs. I had an interest in dead things, which they knew. They probably knew much more about me. But they would just tell me, these are not the questions that you should ask from your parents, who have nurtured you since birth.

I had wanted to know, whether I was adopted. Because my looks neither resembled my mom's nor my dad's. My mother's response would just be that "You are a special child. You were born just before I went into menopause. You came when we had given up all hope of getting a child."

They were heartbroken to hear that I wanted to shift to either Los Angeles or stay in a rented flat in Canada. My mother did not want me to leave them and go. 

After graduating from high school, on the day that we had a prom night celebration, my mother sat down with me to talk. I had an inkling that I would get the answer, to my question which I had been waiting for all this while. 

My mother held my hands in hers and said "I have so much to tell you Zeenia, I don't know where to start." I was very tense. I did not want to hear anything that would spoil my day, particularly my evening. I thought that probably she might approach the topic of s*x, as I was going for the prom night. I told her that if you are planning to give me a lecture on s*x and all, I know about that. I did not want to spoil the day. I wanted the day to be memorable. I had thought that living with older parents would be easy, but they used to dote and watch over me and smother me with their love. My mother then told me, that "I want to tell you, that you are very special." 

I said Mom, you have told this to me a thousand times. She then looked up at my dress, which according to her standard was very short, and started adjusting it down, as if that would increase the length. She then peeped at the tattoo's on my arms and wrist but chose to ignore them. She also chose to ignore my green color, sprayed hair. She then again took my hands and said, "I don't have any intention to alarm you or scare you, but this news would probably change your life forever."

I was very nervous and wanted her to finish this quickly. My friends were expected anytime, to pick me up. I did not want my friends to meet my father, as he would also lecture them about s*x, and morality. My friends would then make me a laughing stock after that. My friends then would also come to know that I never had s*x, and was still a virgin. Though everyone at school considered me a geek who could not find a boyfriend, my A's made up somehow. My friends would still hang with me, as I was a scholar at the school. I also had a friend Tina, who was basically known as a slut of our class at graduate school.

Being a virgin is no more considered as a distinction as it used to be years ago, I thought. Ninety-nine percent of my class was non-virgin.

I was damn bored by now. I said hurry up Mom with whatever you want to tell, as my friend Tina and our group should be here any moment, and I will leave.

Mom then blurted out which shocked me to the core, she said "Zeenia your Dad isn't your Dad. Your Dad was a Vampire hunter. He came from a lineage of Vampire hunters. I had promised him, that I would give his kit to you, as he had wanted, on your graduation night."She then handed me an old leather case. I told her to put it on the table, and later I would have a look at it. But she again reminded me to have a look at it, as it had instructions from my father. 

I then prayed fervently, that my friends turn up. I waited at the window, waiting for them. It then suddenly struck me, that my father, was actually not my father. I questioned her "What happened to my real father then?" But actually I didn't want an answer. Because for me, my father was the person who had tended to me, when I was sick. My father was the person who dropped at school, during weekends, for my football training. My father for me was the man who brought me to the singing classes when I had wanted to learn singing. My father was the man who hugged me and wiped off my tears when I used to cry, for some silly reason. He was my real father. I then saw my friend's car turn up on the driveway. I bid farewell to my Mom and left.

I ran down the steps and rushed out of the door in time before my Dad caught up with us. Dad had of course realized, that I was rushing so much, to prevent him from lecturing my friends. I sat in the car and asked the driver to drive off quickly. We were a gang of six people, in the car. 

My friend Tina kept on telling me why do you keep your body hidden, why don't you expose a little. She meant to say why don't you wear deep necklines. She then told me, "Guys don't like brainy girls, they are interested in other things." I told her laughingly that they could look at my face. She said they will not see your face, nor your brains. Four other friends were just listening to our conversation. After that, I was very silent, while they kept on talking. 

Suddenly Tina turned back towards me and asked, "What has happened to you, why are you so silent, Zeenia?"

I replied that I would talk to her later about it. 

Tina then told me, "You are my best friend Zeenia. You know that I don't get along well, with others. You know that I am wild, picky, bossy. But despite all that, you accept my shortcomings." She then asked me, "Would you share an apartment with me? As I cannot afford to pay the rent alone, the apartment is absolutely wonderful." 

The look that she gave could be compared to a child, wondering wide-eyed, whether she would get her favorite toy. I knew that I could not refuse her, but I replied that I would check with my parents, and then let her know. Actually the music in the car was too loud, and also the chattering voices made our conversation very difficult.

But Tina continued on ranting that "You are eighteen on the verge of nineteen. You don't need your parent's consent for moving out. You should just tell them."

I told her that I could not ever hurt my parents. 

But Tina kept on arguing, she said "Do you want to be in your parent's home, until you become old. You are planning to go to Los Angeles for further studies, You know they would never let you do that? What will happen to your dream then, of meeting a man, who you would love, and allow him to take your virginity? Don't you want to marry Zeenia, someday?"

I was just eighteen, and I did not know if I wanted to marry. First I had to get the boyfriend, only then the rest would follow. Then I suddenly realized that Tina had spoken so loudly, that everyone had stopped talking, and were staring at me. I shrugged at them, to which they turned away and got busy in their conversation. 

Though I knew that most of what Tina had said, was filled with truth. Well, right now I didn't want to face that. I just wanted to enjoy my fun night. I had stressed so much during the exams, right now I just wanted to relax. I had got an acceptance letter for an internship, from multiple prestigious places. The choice would be mine now, where I wanted to settle and take up the internship. Subsequently, take a permanent job. I would discuss my shifting, with my parents very soon. 

We reached the school. We decided to stick together as a group, to be safe. We entered the school hall, that had been decorated by our juniors, as well as our parents, in celebration of our graduation. Tina grabbed my arms and said come let's dance. While we were dancing, I saw a blond hair, a pale-looking boy with thin as a reed body, staring at me. I asked Tina who the guy was? Why was he staring at me, in that manner?

Tina replied that guy was Ian Collin. He looks at everyone as if they don't exist. He was also kept in a mental hospital so many times. 

I replied that I didn't know. 

Tina kept on dancing, with her dyed hair falling wildly on her face. She really knew how to enjoy life, I thought. She had tattoos all over her body, which I was a witness to, and also those boys she slept with. She then said that "You always are immersed in your books, the world might come to an end someday. You should date Zeenia."

Look around Tina, I said. How can someone date people like them? Would you date someone here?  Then I had an idea, I asked her why don't you date Ian? But then she danced away from me and said that she was listening to me, and was going to find her date. I sat down, to give rest to my feet, then suddenly looked into the corner where I had seen Ian. But space there was empty.