My Benefactor

My Benefactor Chapter Twenty Three

My Benefactor

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Chapter Twenty Three

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(Reagan's POV)

A Pureblood Galerian.

Was that the outcome if I chose to drink blood? Surely, it was Ryder's choice, but why would dad want me to know this? He already told me all I needed to know, or maybe he wasn't specific entirely.

"Ryder, a Pureblood Galerian? Please elaborate," I said. To be honest, I was half worried and half curious but either way, I had to know.

He nodded in affirmation. "Yes. A Pureblood Galerian, well to be specific, a Vampirian, in classification to a type of breed or specie."

I tilted my head to the side. "So, how did you came to be a Vampirian then?"

Ryder paused for a moment and looked at my dad for a go signal. "Is it okay, Luke?"

My dad nodded in agreement. "Yes, go ahead, kid."

Ryder averted his gaze back to me, his look that meant serious business. If this information was going to be gruesome for my own good, I was seriously going to be pure Galerian all the way.

He started to speak in his velvety voice. "I met Luke 10 years ago in Cleveland. He was a teacher back then, at a public high school that I went to." There was a faint smile forming on his lips. Perhaps he had fond memories in high school. Lucky for him.

I turned to face my dad, shocked with this new piece of information. "Dad? You were an academic dork? The epitome of high school hell?" I asked. I know I was exaggerating, but teachers were the deadliest beings that ever walked on planet Earth. In my opinion, that is.

My dad chuckled at my question. "Yes, sweetheart. Your daddy was an academic dork. When you age slowly, it was imperative to move around, since I look youthful like I haven't aged a day. Imagine the jobs that I had taken in different fields. Now listen to your cousin," he ordered as he grabbed for my hand and squeezed it for reassurance.

Ryder continued with a slight scowl on his face. This guy had temper issues to deal with. "He knew I was a Galerian, because a month before my birthday, I had severe migraines, occasional black outs and random use of abilities, a sign I was turning," I couldn't help but feet the need to stop him midway.

"That happened to me too. I had a killer migraine a few weeks ago and I just went terrorist on my ex-best friend, turning the parking lot into a scrap yard in the process," I said. I made a mental note before hand, to write out the almost kiss I had with Derek at the hospital. I wasn't sure if that was a related situation, but just for the sake of my dad, he might jump on him for taking advantage on his little girl. That would be a funny sight to see.

Ryder scowled at my interruption. What the hell was his problem anyway? He continued, and shot me a warning look, clearly implying me not to disrupt him.

"I was adopted, so I never knew who they were. My adoptive parents said the moment I was born, my biological parents sent me straight to the orphanage. To be exact, at the orphanage doorstep, in the confines of a little wicker basket wrapped around in a blue blanket. Your dad was the one who educated me with Alerian history. Everything in black and white, never concealing the truth. He even told me about the prophecy. When he spoke about choosing to feed on blood or not, I got curious. I wanted to know what would happen to me once I choose to feed. After my 18 birthday, I turned into a full Galerian, but the curiousity was still there. I gave it some time to analyze, because it was a big decision. I asked uncle what would happen, but he never knew the outcome. All of the Galerians were pure because they never opted to feed on blood, and for Mr. Mavros, he hadn't thought of trying it for himself. So a few weeks after, I decided to hell with it. I went to look for a victim that day, and I found Tracie, the school's slut. I know, typical, but that girl can do any favors for someone that has a penis," he said and grimaced, remembering the memory.

Tracie, without a doubt, reminded me of Rebecca. Hands down.

He shifted in his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest. "She was standing outside the club, waiting to get in. I thought, maybe I could convince her to come with me and um... talk," he paused, as he got uncomfortable talking further."I was getting the hang of my abilities, so I used persuasion on her," when he said the word talk, I couldn't help but snicker inwardly. Guys had weird choices of words to describe a dreadful moment.
 
He swallowed a big lump, his adams apple doing an up and down motion as he continued with his tale. "I knew I didn't need to use my abilities, seeing how she threw herself at me, but I had to do it for precaution. We went to an alleyway and when the coast was clear, I pinned her to the wall. It felt like I was on automatic pilot. My decision to feed was the only thing on my mind, and the moment my teeth grazed on her exposed neck, I felt my canines elongated and that was my cue to plunge in. The taste of blood was exhilirating. It made me stronger as I sucked fervently on her blood. After a while, I let her go, and she was unconscious. I guess I drank too much, so I needed to control myself for the next feed."