A Shade Of Vampire 4: A Shadow Of Light(38)

I began to walk toward the exit of The Catacombs.

“I guess that ends that,” Sam muttered under his breath as he and Ashley followed behind me. I heaved a sigh, knowing fully how false Sam’s statement was with all the threats pouring down on The Shade at the moment.

“No, Sam. This is by no means the end of anything. This is barely the beginning.”





Chapter 26: Sofia


I gently shut the door to my bedroom as I stepped out into the living room, relieved that I was no longer being kept prisoner in one room. I found my father seated on one of the wooden bar stools taking a swig of Scotch. I stared at him for a couple of seconds before moving forward. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I was relieved when he took the initiative to break the silence.

“How’s Vivienne?”

“She was finally able to get back to sleep. She’s a lot better now.” No thanks to you. I climbed onto one of the stools next to him. “Why are you here, Aiden?”

“I came to discuss something of importance with you…”

My thoughts began to drift away and his words just trailed off into oblivion. My mind wandered off to all the vampires who’d been tortured and killed at the headquarters. I couldn’t concentrate on anything coming out of Aiden’s mouth, because at that time, I couldn’t quite point out the difference between him and the vampires back at The Shade who shamelessly treated their captives as prey and devoid of souls.

“Sofia, are you even listening to me?” He began snapping a finger in front of my face.

“Is it true that you’re now doing to Ingrid what you did to Vivienne? You pulled out Vivienne’s fangs. Do you do that to all vampires? Is that what you’re going to do to Claudia too? I’m not a big fan of Claudia. I’ve seen her hurt many humans, but torturing her in that manner seems…inhumane.”

“Inhumane?” Aiden interrupted before I could continue my rant. “Are you listening to yourself, Sofia? These creatures aren’t humans. Nothing you do to them—no matter how horrible—can be classified as inhumane.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Does he truly believe that? Does he think that they are irredeemable and they are completely without hope? “I want to see Ingrid. I don’t care if she’s a crazy freak trying to pawn me off to a vampire even crazier than her. She’s still my mother and the idea of you doing to her what Vivienne…” I choked on my words. How could anyone with a conscience treat others this way?

“You’re willing to just forget everything Ingrid did to you? To us?”

“I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to, Aiden. You both scarred me for life when you both abandoned me. She’s done worse things, but you are still guilty. Where were you that night when she came with Borys? Why was I home alone? I’ve been wronged by both of you, by so many other people—vampires and humans alike. That doesn’t mean I want to go around torturing and killing everyone who’s wronged me!”

Aiden looked taken aback by my passionate outburst. He opened his mouth in an attempt to respond, but he quickly shut it again as he processed what I was saying to him.

I was fighting the urge to cry. I was tired of being the victim. Whether or not I was at The Shade or back in California with the Hudsons or here with the hunters, I was always the one in need of saving, always the one who somehow needed someone to rescue her. I’m sick of it. This time, maybe it’s my turn to rescue someone. The thought came with so much conviction, I actually slammed my palm over the counter top making my father jolt back in surprise.

“Sofia, I…” His voice came with a squeak. Tears were beginning to brim in his eyes.

I stared at him, horrified by the thought that my father was about to cry in front of me and I had no idea what I was going to do about it. Looking at him try to swallow back his tears, I couldn’t help but ache with the longing I had for him. All those years growing up, I had wished that he would just look my way, let me know that I was precious to him, but he was never there. I had rehearsed so many times what I would say to him if I got the chance to confront him and let him know how much he broke me by leaving me. Now that I’d already done that, I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand hurting my father.

I came to an understanding of my own personality. This is exactly why I can’t understand the path of vengeance. No matter how much someone has hurt me, I still find no pleasure in seeing them hurt.

He finally managed to compose himself. “I never said sorry for leaving you. I thought it was the best thing to do at that time. I know that’s no excuse for not being the father that you needed, but I couldn’t look at you without thinking of your mother. I couldn’t even be in the same room with you without reliving the pain. After I left you with the Hudsons, I… I just… I got myself in too deep with the hunters. I didn’t want you to be a part of that world. I thought that I was keeping you safe by leaving you with them. I thought that maybe, just maybe…you could have some semblance of a normal life if I left you with them.” He gripped my hand and squeezed tightly. “I’m sorry, Sofia. Believe me when I say that I truly want to make it up to you.”

I knew then that I would remember that encounter as one of the most real and poignant moments that I had ever shared with my father. Overcome by emotion, I got off my seat and hugged him. “You have no idea just how much your apology means to me,” I whispered into his ear before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.