|| The Devils Daughter || Twilight saga

CHAPTER TEN

Illyana's POV

I thank the waitress as she places the pasta bolognese in front of me. I take in a sharp breath as be and Edward make eye contact across the table.

"So..." I start but then stop getting lost in his eyes. Pools of gold and amber.
        
"How did you know what I am? And how did you calm me down like that. I've only met one other person who can do that." Edward said. He sounded in awe of my abilities. I put my head down and pushed back the insecurities that stemmed form being called a freak as a child.

Edward notices my distress putting his ice cold hands on mine. I take a deep breath and begin to explain.

"I work for your kind. I have since I was 12." I say slowly waiting for his reaction.

"Since you were 12? How? Why?" He asked urgently with simpathy in his voice.

"I can't tell you, not yet anyways. I have to tell my bosses. I haven't gotten to telling them what we are to each other yet." I said apologetically. He pouted but understood.

"Can you at least tell me how you were able to calm me down at least?" He asked, more like pleaded.

"I'm not normal, obviously. I have powers one of them is telepathy like yours. I just used modified telepathy to make you calm. It wasn't as affective as a true empath's like jasper but it was enough to keep you from slaughtering my sister." I said and was amused when Edwards facial expression changed when I revealed that I knew jasper was an empath.

My eyebrows shot up as I got an idea. I took Lockheed out of my pocked and placed him on the table.

"Who's that?" Edward asked referring to Lockheed.

"This is Lockheed, I've had him for as long as I remember. I wanna show you something really cool." I said excitedly.

"Try and read his mind." I stated. He looked at me like I was losing it which wasn't entirely wrong.

" Illyana..." he hesitated like he'd have to break the news that Lockheed was a puppet. I roll my eyes.

"Just try." I plead. Edwards face softened as he tried to read Lockheed's mind.

" Hello vampire." Lockheed said mentally to Edward. He flinched and looked at Lockheed than back at me.

"I know you're curious but I know Illyana will tell you when she is ready."  He reassured Edward. Edward simply nodded in shock. I chuckled at his reaction.

"How the fuck?" Edward whisper. I smirked.

"Magic" I explained simply.
        
—

Edward drove me to the police station to see my father after my dinner. In a pool of light, a distressed Charlie and Dr. Cullen study photographs and evidence. As they wrap up their discussion, Dr. Cullen puts a sympathetic hand on Charlie's shoulder, then exits the police station looking grim.
        
"Carlisle. What happened?" Edward asked concerned.
        
"Waylon Forge was found in the woods out near his place. I just examined the body." Carslise said morbidly.

Edward darkens and I stiffen.        
        
"He died? How?" I ask bluntly, Carlise raised and raised eyebrow but answers.
        
"Animal attack." He responded.
        
"The same kind that killed the security guard down in Mason?" I question suspiciously.
                
Edward and Carslise trade a look, subtle, but I catch it.

"Is it a vampire?" I ask Edward telepathically.

"We think so." He responds.

"Shit." I curse.
        
"So it's getting closer to town." I finally say out loud.

"Illyana, you should go inside. Waylon was your father's friend." Carlise said  with a kind, reassuring smile.

I simply nodded, to tired at this point to argue. I turn to Edward and get up on my tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek then walk into the station. 

—

I enter to find a distressed Charlie studying evidence, photos, maps --trying to make sense of Waylon's death.Deputies come and go in the background. I approached him amd he looked up. I give him a sad smile and open my arms for a rare hug. He squeezes me tight, if I were anyone else it would have hurt a little. 
        
"I'm sorry about Waylon." I say into his shoulder as he crys silently. I disposed the man because he was a general creep but dad didn't know.
        
"Known him going on thirty years." His voice is tight with the tears he has yet to cry. We stay like that for a little while until we broke apart.

"We'll get to the bottom of this, Illy. But in the meantime..." he opens a drawer, finds out a cannister of pepper spray.
" ... I want you to have this." I take the spray with a quizzical expression and raised eyebrow.
        
"You know I can handle mused right? I could kick your ass and not even break a nail." I joke even though it's true.

"It'll give me some peace of mind." He pleads slightly his tone vulnerable and raw from unshed tears. My expression turns soft and I nod my head putting the pepper spray in my bag.