Unraveling Sarah Cresley, Marisa Maichel [thriller books to read .txt] 📗

well. He landed on top of Uncle Soren and bounced off, also unconscious.

Alexander turned to my father. "It's just you and me now, Mordecai."

"So it is. Why do you want my son?"

"Because you took him from me!" Then they collided, creating a shockwave that knocked Sarah over. For a moment, they were a blur. Then I saw Alexander throw a right hook at my Father. Father, in return, kicked Alexander in the stomach. Alexander doubled over for a moment, then threw a punch into my father's jaw.

Father grabbed Alexander's arm and twisted it, emitting a cry from his rival. Alexander grabbed Father around the neck with both his legs and twisted himself in the air, throwing him down. Sarah clutched my arm and whimpered fearfully.

"My father will have your head!" Father cried. Alexander cocked his head.

"Do you really think he still loves you? The only reason why he went to America was because of Reese! He's the only reason why any of them went to New Jersey!"

"You're lying, trying to hurt me," Father told him. Alexander scoffed.

"Like you hurt me? I will steal Reese from you, and then I will take Marina back, and then I will kill all of you."

"Keep talking like a cliche villian, and you'll only wind up dead!" Alexander made a noise between a growl and a laugh. He wrapped his hands around Father's throat. I stepped forward to do something.

"Stay back!" Father ordered me. He kneed Alexander in the gut, and he released him. He kicked the back of Alexander's knee. Alexander fell over, clutching both his stomach and his knee. I looked over at Sarah. She was hiding behind me.

"Ass!" Alexander cried. "I should have killed you long ago!"

"Enough with the cliches," Father said, rolling his eyes. Alexander let out a roar and aimed a fist at my father's thigh. Father clutched his leg and used his other one to kick Alexander in the throat. I heard a roar, and Grandfather jumped on top of Alexander and pinned him. Alexander, in return, rolled over, and Grandfather kicked him off.

They each crouched into a defensive position. With his red hair and yellow catlike eyes, Grandfather looked almost feline. Alexander tilted his head.

"Do you really love Mordecai?" he asked.

"Of course I do," Grandfather said.

"Yet you haven't told him that you loved him for centuries or even hugged him. Not since Amalia died."

"I loved Amalia."

"Oh, anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that. You adored her. But what happened? She left you."

I saw what was happening. Alexander was using my father and grandfather's worst fears to break them down.

"Did she commit suicide? Or did she leave you unwillingly?"

"Is that a confession?"

Alexander scoffed. "I had nothing to do with Amalia's death."

"I believe that, but what I don't understand is why you're bringing her up now."

"Think about it. Did you kill her out of anger because she was going to leave you? Or did she commit suicide?"

"I never hurt her!"

"You used to have a temper, did you not? It's why you're so emotionless now, to avoid going back to that dark place which nearly destroyed your family."

"I never hurt them!"

"You used to have moments where you would forget everything, would you not? And then your family would avoid you for days."

"That's not true!" It was Father who spoke now. "Father, don't listen to him! He's trying to distract you!" Alexander smirked.

"It was worth a shot, cousin. Now prepare for death!" He lunged forward, and Grandfather moved to the side to avoid being bitten. Alexander hit his head on the wall and growled, shaking his long black hair.

I looked up. Uncle Soren had recovered and was now running back into the warehouse, carrying Louis. He placed Louis in the car, and then grabbed one of Alexander's arms. Grandfather grabbed the other one.

"Kill him!" Father cried.

"Control yourself, Mordecai. Ah, Dimitri. Take Alexander into custody." The timely arrival of the lead guard was a relief. Janna pulled out a pair of fuzzy blue handcuffs, to which she put on Alexander.

 

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO - HOMEWARD BOUND

Sarah was asleep in the private jet's bedroom. We had finished packing, and then Father had arranged for a jet flight back to America. Alexander would be held in the dungeons in Denmark until Grandfather decided on a sentence.

I had just awoken from a two-hour long nap, and was now having a glass of blood warmed up in the microwave. Father put a book in front of me.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"Family geneology. Every vampire in our family. You already know all the basics. This also includes our human ancestors, including Alexander's." I opened it, and saw my picture from the day I was born to my latest school picture. Each picture was marked with a date, signifying my age when the picture was taken. I turned the page. There was Louis, and there were small paintings of him as a baby, and a picture of him now.

This page was also marked with his birthdate. I turned the page. Father. Mother. Uncle Soren. Alga. Grandfather. Grandmother. Grandfather's brothers, their wives and children. Alexander. I frowned, and turned back to Father and Uncle Soren. There were pages stuck together. I unstuck it, and looked at the page.

"Who is Mathias?" I asked.

"What?" Father replied, looking at me. Then he noticed the book. "Oh, crap, I forgot that was there!" He quickly took the book back.

"Father, do I have another uncle?"

"Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"Father, I'm not stupid. I saw it, plain as day. A man with blue eyes and dark hair. He looks a lot like the paintings I've seen of Grandmother."

"I don't know him! I swear!" He held up his hands as if he was surrendering.

"Okay, fine, don't tell me! I still think it's fishy."

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When we landed, I saw Alicia and Sabine through the window. Alicia looked both nervous and excited.

"Time to wake up Sarah," Father said.

"I'm already awake," came her voice. She sat beside me and leaned against me. When we were completely stopped, she got up and grabbed her purse and backpack. Louis picked up Shadowfang's carrier. Shadowfang himself was batting at a fluffy pink pom-pom inside the carrier. The next thing we knew, Louis would be buying Louis Vuitton pet carriers for the mysterious cat who had so abruptly come into our lives. And yes, that's something he would do.

We all filed off the jet, each of us carrying our own bags. Well, except for Louis. Janna was carrying his bags while he carried the cat.

Alicia squeezed Sarah tightly.

"My baby," she said. Mother, who had come with us, had an indescernible look.

"Okay, I'm fine, Mom," Sarah told Alicia.

"How was Denmark?" Sabine asked, fiddling on her cell phone. "Was it cold?"

"It was very cold," Sarah said. The Cresley women walked off, chatting animatedly about Sarah's trip. I looked at Father. He looked at me.

"I told Alicia that Sarah had been missing for a while," he said. "I told her that Alexander had simply stolen her away to talk about the baby inside her."

"Baby?" Mother piped up. She looked at me.

"Not mine," I said. "I think you and Sarah have a lot in common." A flash of understanding crossed Mother's face.

"I wish to hear about it," she said.

"Of course. Please, though, do not bring it up in front of her. It only happened last month, and she is still recovering."

"Absolutely! When did she find out?"

"About three or four weeks after it happened."

Father steered me toward the limousine that would take us home.

"Marina, where will you stay?" he asked.

"I have rented a cottage not far from where you live. I will stay there for a while."

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I studied the book. It was the book written completely in French that Sarah had been reading, Vampire Soulmates. It looked okay. It was New Year's Eve, and Sarah was staying the night, with our parents' permission. Alicia figured that Sarah couldn't get pregnant again, anyway, and this was a nice change.

And Father knew that he owed me. He owed me a lot of explanations still. Like what his big secret was. Who that man in the geneology book was. He also agreed to stop using his powers to make me fall asleep to end our arguments and debates. It got us nowhere.

Sarah came into my bedroom, her teeth brushed and her hair combed and tied into a loose ponytail.She was dressed in a tank top and boy shorts. She stated that the Beautifuls had been leaving her alone since break started. Shadowfang wound himself between her legs, and I was afraid that he was going to make her trip. She didn't, though, and sat beside me on the bed. She took some medicine and snuggled up beside me.

"What's the medicine for?" I asked.

"It's to help me sleep," she said.

"You don't want to watch the ball drop?" I asked.

"I've seen it about sixteen times. We're just lucky to be alive when the new year rolls around."

"Indeed. Another year of watching the snow melt, seeing the first dandelion, the first spring rain, another birthday comes and goes."

"You're lucky. You turn eighteen in October. I turn seventeen in February."

"What's so great about turning eighteen? I smoke anyway."

"I wish you wouldn't, although I know it doesn't affect you." At this, she fluttered her eyelashes.

"You're still okay with me being a vampire?" I asked.

"I wish you'd told me earlier. Vampires are awesome."

"Oh, my life is most certainly not awesome. The only awesome thing about my life is you."

"What about your friends and family?"

"Them, too," I replied. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you more," I countered. "Much more."

"Even though these past couple months haven't been great, I've enjoyed your company," she said.

"Ditto," I responded. She laid down on her side and closed her eyes.

"You'll take the risk of me deciding this is too much?" she asked.

"I'll take my chances," I grinned. I turned out the light and kissed her before being taken away by my dreams.

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Publication Date: 02-09-2017

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To all those affected by violence.