Prince Darrius

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Darrius takes me to my house but there is nothing there, no journals, nothing. In fact, a lot of my parents stuff is missing from my house. Darrius drives me to my uncle’s street, which is literally around the corner from my home. No matter how much I asked him to stay at the palace, he wasn’t buying it. He wanted to keep me in his sights. He stops at the end of the street where I tell him too, but he is strangely quiet again.

“Come back as soon as you find out what you need,” he says, “I’ll be waiting. If you aren’t back here in half an hour, I’m coming to get you, sweetie,” I roll my eyes at his endearment but nod and get out of the car. 

“I won’t be long,” I say as sincerely as possible while holding the door open, trying not to give away in my expression that I was planning to not come back at all. Darrius gives me a threatening glare out the window.

“You better not be,” he threatens, watching me intently as I shut the door and make my way to the house. I reach my uncles home in no time and knock on the door. It’s dinner time but he answers the door quickly after the first few knocks. 

“Jenny!” He welcomes, motioning for me to come in, “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you.” I try to smile but I can’t hold onto it for too long. I decide I should just tell him everything.

“It’s a long story…” I begin. I plough right into what happened to me. He listens intently in the hall as I rush out my story, a serious look in his eye.

“…and then my parents helped me escape but –”

“I know what happened, darling,” Uncle Jeff says, “I know they’re dead.” For a moment I stare at him in confusion. They weren’t, why did he think they were? 

“But how do you –”

“I know they were vampire hunters,” he says, “Their friends came to tell me what happened. I found out a couple of hours ago. I went to your house, but you weren’t there.”  I follow him into the kitchen.

“Listen, I don’t have time to talk to you about everything that’s happening,” I rush, deciding not to tell him my mum and possibly my dad were still alive. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach that he was lying to me, or something, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t have time to worry about it now, “Darrius, the vampire I told you about, is waiting for me outside. I need a way to keep him from taking me back to the palace. I’ll die if I go back there. He said he wants to turn me because he thinks I have the genes of a vampire hunter. I don’t know what I am, but someone told me in secret that I was something else.”

“So you know then,” he says seriously, “You know what you are?” I tell him the person who told me knew what I was, but wouldn’t give me an answer. All I knew was that I wasn’t a potential vampire hunter. He holds out a seat for me to sit on and he sits down opposite me.

“I don’t know what I am. I am so confused as to what is happening in my life. All I know is that I don’t want to go back to that palace full of vampires and die,” I watch my uncle’s expression, something dark flashes in his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“They thought you had the genes of a vampire hunter because so many hunters tried to save you, isn’t that right?” he asks. I nod and he continues, “That wouldn’t have been the only reason. You must have showed signs of resisting compulsion from the vampires,” now I am confused.

“I don’t think they tried any compulsion…” I hesitate, did Darrius at any time try to persuade me to do anything I didn’t want to do? Several times actually… I scowl as I remember his numerous invitations for me to come to his room, “Maybe they did.” I conclude.