Fated to the Lycan

The letter

°Royal mile, Edinburgh 1925°

"The Lycans have sent yet another message." One of the guards said to father. I was fortunate to be in his presence. Father was barely seen except he wanted to be.

He had summoned me and I knew the discussion was going to be about my weakness to draw blood.

A frown creased on father's face as he took the letter from his hand. He tore open the envelope and perused the letter. He tore the letter into tiny bits of pieces and looked away from the guard.

"Set up a defense and a barrier to prevent the Lycans from getting into this town." He ordered with fire in his eyes.

"Yes my lord." The guard said and left.

"But father, why don't you just give in to their demands?" I asked him with quivering lips.

He turned his sharp eyes in my direction. I knew interfering in politics was a big turnoff for my father but I could not help it.

"A vampire never bows down to anyone." He said."Would you rather allow the subjects that you have sworn to protect, to die than bow down to a threat that can be easily curbed?" I dared to speak again.

"That's the word, Ashlyn,' curbed'. It can simply be curbed. I do not need to bow down to some lowlife, lycanthropes." He said in a determined and proud voice. But he did not know what was coming. Neither did any of us.

"But father," I began, but he cut me short with a look of fury in his eyes. He was quick to anger.

"Enough," he bellowed. "This was not why you were summoned before me. The political affairs of the land are strictly none of your business." He said to me and I lowered my head.

"Yes, father." I mouthed apologetically.

He waved it aside. "Your brother tells me that you have yet again failed another task given to you, is that true?" He asked authoritatively, peering into my eyes despite knowing what the same answer would be. Did his sitting in the throne chambers every day affect his memory?

He was beginning to get irritated by my inability to feed on humans and I've been suspicious of it since his lack of patience towards me grew immensely.

I sighed. "Believe me, it is not my fault, father. I tried," I started saying, but he cut me off again.

"You're not trying enough!" He said, raising his voice, and I felt my heart break.

"But father," I tried to defend myself.

"No buts, Ashlyn, no buts. Ambrosias do not give excuses," he said, and I nodded.

Just then, mother appeared through the doorway. She was either here to do one thing. Cool things down or set them ablaze.

"Do not yell at the poor child." She said in that rich voice of hers. I stared at her with a look of surprise on my face. What's with the sudden change today? I wondered.

"She needs an iron fist. I have been too lenient with her on this issue. I breed fierce vampires with the fire to draw blood in their veins. I breed omega deities, not weak vessels like this one." He said very harshly, without any consideration that I was right before him and hearing it all. I tried to hold my tears in check but I was failing.

"Khalid stop. You'll make her cry." She said, noticing my trembling lips. I could not tell if she felt compassion for me or if she was making a mockery out of my weak state. This was my mother. Someone I should be close to and trust but I was not. I trusted no one in the family except Darius, my oldest brother.

"What have I always said about vampires?" He asked me.

"Vampires," my lips quivered. "Vampires are not afraid to kill," I said and he nodded.

"Excellent. I want you to sit, meditate on those words and let them sink into that head of yours." He said and I nodded and felt a streak of tear betray me and slip down my cheek.

"And wipe that tear off your face. It makes you look more pathetic." He said, looking away from me.

"Yes, father," I said with a slight curtsey, and left his presence. I quickly dabbed off the tear that slipped from my eyes with my index finger and many others threatened to surface as I walked out of the house.

Why was I the only one in my family who could not feed on humans? The question has always haunted me and yet I could get no answer. Sometimes I wondered if I was truly my mother's daughter or if I was adopted. But my striking facial resemblance with my mother proved I was a part of the family. But then why?

Why wasn't it Joshua, Otis, or even Darius that was this way? Why me? I kept asking myself and, as usual, I got no response to my many questions.

In a very rare situation, father joined us for dinner, which surprised me and I hoped and prayed I would not be the subject of discussion. Before us were platters of venison, roast lamb, and haggis. Also, a bottle of whiskey, vodka, and a jug of blood to balance it all up. These were the perks of being a hybrid. We could eat what we want, but sometimes the vampire side of us is more dominant than the werewolf side and we'd end up throwing up whatever we put in our mouth aside from blood.

I saw Joshua walking towards us with bloodstained lips and a shirt. He had gone out for the day and was just returning. He was a ruthless vampire. His victims never survived his onslaught. Sometimes he gets reprimanded by father, but I knew beneath his cautions he was very proud of him. Josh was the exact replica of him. The deity he bred.

"Hey family," he said casually, pulling a chair to sit.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Joshua? Always put on a clean shirt before coming to the table." She scolded him.

He smirked and shrugged her off. "What's the need? I'm still going to get it stained again." He said, and he was right. He was still going to get all messy again. That was how he was.

"He's right, Lucienne. Cut the young man some slack." Father intervened. Darius walked down the stairs in his usual gentleman's style. He was the noble stag of the family and always had my back. He was reserved yet deadly.

Then Otis walked behind him too. The baby vampire of the house is just as reckless as Josh but with a slight twist. He was a total womanizer and only two years younger than I was.

Only father was a thousand years old vampires in the house and probably the oldest in town.

"Why are we gathered so early?" Darius asked in that luscious voice of his. I admired him a lot. Sometimes I wished he was not my brother. I wish we did not share a sibling relationship but something steamier. But then that was all we were. Just a brother and a sister and looking at it from this angle, maybe I was blessed to have him this way. A brother. A brother protecting his little sister.

Mother's clearing of her throat jolted me out of my reverie.

"Your father and I have come up with something." She began.

"On how to stop the impending war?" I interrupted, looking bright-eyed at both of them.

Father and Josh furrowed their brows and shot daggered glares at me.

"Father will never bow down to the Lycans. We are vampires and we do not pay sublimation to anyone." Joshua said. Did I forget to add he took over father's egocentric attitude too?

"That's not why we have gathered Ashlyn. We're here for your sake." Mother said, and I paused in my moment to reach out for a glass of vodka. I had a feeling I was about to hear bad news.