Allacaed sat on a Victorian style sofa, with little Angela, on his lap. The little girl had a large book open, and was halfway through the book. "Grandpa, why does this book say that Dracula is our family?" She asked him, wondering why the famous vampire had anything to do with them.
"Well Angela, Vladimir Dracul is your grandfather's great-great-great grandfather." He told her with a smile. "But you're not evil like him. None of us are." He continued.
"Wow!" She exclaimed. "So that means I'm a vampire?" She asked him. "Is that why mommy and daddy never let me out in the sun?"
"Well, you're only half vampire, but, yes that is why they don't let you out in the sun light. You'll burn."
"Half vampire? What is my other half?"
"Well you're also half werewolf."
Angela fainted when he told her that. She was so overwhelmed with everything that he was telling her, her little mind could not comprehend it all at once.
Allacaed smiled a bit at her and then kissed her forehead, with his cold lips.
Angela was quickly startled awake by the icy feeling of Allacaed's lips on her forehead. She looked up at him with a questioning look. "Can I read about the werewolves now?" She asked him, hopeful.
"Uh, I think it would be best if you not read about the werewolves, my child." He told her, sounding as if he was pleading.
"I WANT TO READ ABOUT THE WEREWOLVES!" She screamed, at the top of her lungs. She didn't care if it was bad to read about them, she just wanted to learn.
"Ok, but don't tell me that I didn't warn you." He told her, as he stood up and set her down on the sofa. He walked across the room to the bookshelf, and picked out a rather large and ancient looking book. He brought it over to her, sat back down, and sat her back on his lap.
Angela opened the book to the front page, a blood red, and wet page. "Why is it wet grandpa?" She asked him, curious as to why the page was dripping with what looked like red paint.
"That is a special enchantment that helps the werewolf side of you, retain your werewolf powers. You see, each time one of your werewolf ancestors killed someone or harmed someone in anyway, the blood was transferred to this book, and has been stored on this page. With each human that you, or any of your ancestors, has harmed, the power of the spell grows stronger. Without this page, you would have no werewolf powers." He informed her.
Angela was amazed that this one page was the key to half her powers. "S-so if this page was gone…" She started.
He nodded. "You would be half vampire, half nothing. You have no human side, so there would be nothing to fill that spot. You would be half gone, without this page. However, that's why it's here in this book, which I keep in the bookcase. I will never let anyone get this book, I promise." He assured her, knowing that she would be scared of someone trying to get it.
"Th-thank you grandpa." She told him as she turned the page, to reveal a picture of a wolf in chains. "What's that?"
"That, my dear, is Fenrir Lokisson. Your first werewolf ancestor. He was trapped by the Aesir, the Norse Gods and Goddesses. He enticed people to come to his lair, and then he enticed a beautiful young lady, who just happened to be your ancestor. Fenrir bit her, but instead of dying, she became a werewolf. The two fell in love and had some children. Thus the line, that leads to you, was formed." He explained.
"Wow grandpa. You're really smart." She told him, astounded by his knowledge of both species.
He simply chuckled and smiled. "Let's continue reading Angela."
