Arranged Marriage of the darkest kind, satinangel [reading books for 6 year olds .txt] 📗

age? or---" and then that part made sense too, the fact that mum, Greg and Frank all looked the same as they did 4 years ago... they don't age.
"Okay so what age do I stop?" It was also around that kind I realised just how handsome Greg was disipute my confusion as to what his relationship with Mum was like.
"You've seen my Dad?" The question was blurted out I didn't even have time to make my mind progess what I was saying.
"Yes we see him once every month so we can send of your letters to you and also so he know's we're okay and we know he's okay... he's become like an uncle to me" I sigh
"Buuuttt?" He laughed unhumoured
"But Rosie and my Dad use to be an item, wayyyy back in the day when they too thought they were normal teens, they found each other cuz when a kid broke his leg at a party they both rushed away from the sight and smell of the blood feeling as if they were gonna lose control of themselves. But they split when my Dad got my Mum pregnant with me to which she died at birth at because she wasn't a vamp. So your Mum not understanding moved on and fell completely in love with your Dad's humble way of looking at things even with what he is... Eventually Dad finally got back in contact with your Mum and said he'd moved on. She believed in a threw herself into become his best friend again and your dad and mine reluctantly became friends, like brothers and well.. the rest is history"

That story made every little look between the two I'd seen make sense. Every little glance at me with a sense of pain was understandable.
"Okay I have a couple more questions"
"You actually sent me my letters? Did you know I only actually read them all this morning mum kept them locked up" The anger that spread on his face as his fists hit the table and the wood cracked a little but I paid little mind to it as he walked off towards the field connected to a park.
"Frank... Frank" But none of my calls where getting through. So I stop in my tracks, making sure I could still see him and imaging his gorgous young johnny Deep/Lenard De Crapio mixture filled my mind, my voice was that of a scared school girl as I whispered
"Frankie?"

I heard him stop, his boots not making a very sof crunch as they stepped on the long in-need-of-a-cut Grass and slowly turned to face me.
"Jennifer... Have you thought your Dad to be dead since today?"

I nodded and I heard the deep growled in this throat.
It was pitch black out hear and the only light being the ones of the pub behind us and a few street lamps lighting up the roads around the park.
"Why would you Mum do this?" It wasn't till he spoke aloud that I realised he'd actually moved within normal hearing range.
"I don't know Frankie.. She thought she was protecting me I guess...she figured that if all my friends thought my Dad was dead then at least they would deniability and so would I until I could at least handle myself enough to deal with that's happening" Frankie sat down next to the tree to my right and leaned against it as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"You're very calm about this? I mean I was expecting screming.. I was expecting denial, stubbornness, tears and yet the only time you sounded upset was when I got angry what's the deal?" I sigh as I slumped myself onto the floor next to where his legs were stretched out straight.
"I guess I've been finding hints for years... Mum's urgent need to check the mail before I do. Her ability to always look young even though she's meant to be in her late 30s, the fact that the pictures of you all looked the same now as you did 4/5 years ago, not to mention the fact that I've always been a bit strange about blood, since a young age Mum would make sure I avoid it as much as possible but when I got old she just took me to a doctor and they said I just has a weak stomach against blood so I just avoided it whenever I could and when I can't I just hold my breath and breath through my mouth... Then there was the cellar in the house where I was NEVER aloud to play and still aren't aloud in there unless it's a dier emergency which considering we're the undead doesn't seem to be possible anymore" I saw him lips twitch as he attempted to control a smile
"And what about the mind thing? that can't exactly be part of your normal day to day life" I shrug.
"I guess I never figured it was me being insync with peoples emotions, I never figured it was their actual thoughts and most of the time I never say anything because some of the things I hear are just plain wrong/creepy. But the one person I can't read is Mum... I mean there are moments of extreme emotion when I will feel her pain/happiness and will hear what shes wants to ask me but then she usually speaks her mind when she's that emotional anyways" He shrugged.
"I guess that makes sense... So you're okay with being a--" I half smile at him
"A Vampire? oh hell no... but like most things in my life you either accept it or just pretend it's not there and most the time pretending just makes it harder to ignore so"

I don't know what came over me that second but the hairs on my neck stood up and I got to my feet in record time, Frank close behind starring at me with confusion. That's when I heard the cold chill of a familiar unwelcome voice and his evil ways only seemed to make more sense considering my family tree.
"Jenny..."

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Publication Date: 01-06-2012

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