The Vampire Hunter's Daughter: Complete Collection(42)
“Have you come into your abilities, yet?” he asked while he cut into the tender pot roast Alice had served us.
I shook my head. “No, I’m not yet sixteen, so I haven’t noticed anything different.” I didn’t want him to know I was developing my gifts on both sides. Not yet. The weaker he thought I was the better off I would be.
“When you begin to sense these abilities are present, make sure to tell me. I cannot help you much with your hunter heritage, but I can help when your vampire half develops.”
I took a long swig from my water glass and then stabbed a piece of lettuce in my salad.
“I’ll let you know.”
I chewed and swallowed the lettuce.
“Hey, is there any literature or anything I can read up on about coming of age for my vampire side? I’d like to know about this stuff.”
He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “There are likely plenty of books on the subject in the library. I will have some brought up to your room.”
“That would be great, thank you.” I paused and chewed the last bite of my roast. When I finished, I asked him, “Do you have a computer here, or something I could use for researching on the internet?”
His eyes narrowed and flashed a bit. “I would prefer that you use only the books. Under the circumstances, I would rather you not have access to communicate with the outside world.” He took a dainty sip of his wine. “Which reminds me: I’ll need your cell phone, please.”
He wanted my phone, the very last connection I had to the ones I cared about. I could not believe this.
“If I can keep it, I promise not to make any calls.”
He shook his head. “I am sorry, Chloe. I also need you to bring me the gun you brought with you.”
This time I couldn’t keep the anger from boiling over. I was pissed. I slammed my fork onto my plate and shoved my chair away from the table. I marched to his side of the table, reached into my pocket, grabbed my cell phone and threw on the table in front of him.
“Happy now?” I asked and stalked out of the dining room.
“You’ll see this is all for the best,” he called after I was already out of the room.
Back in my room, I grabbed my gun and removed the clip, then tossed them both out into the hallway. After slamming my door, which was quite unimpressive and not really what I was going for, I threw myself on my bed and pouted. I curled up with my clothes still on and pulled the covers over me. I let the faces of the people back home lull me to sleep.
Before I knew it, months had passed. The snow slowly melted and spring settled in. It was nice to finally see the forests around us turn green again. When the snow melted off the grounds, the large expanses of green lawn could be seen along with the new pretty flowers that popped up all over the place.
Trevor had a doctor come to the house and take my cast off in early March. Words simply cannot express how happy I was to have that thing off, to finally have full functionality of my hand.
Every single day I did the same things, and it became a monotonous schedule. The one thing I absolutely refused to do was become a night owl to suit Trevor. I woke at six a.m. Then it was shower, workout, another shower, breakfast, take a walk, read for a few hours, and then lunch. After lunch, I would repeat the same thing until dinner, minus the first shower.
I was getting strong, really strong. I was training double what I had been doing with Drew. I tried to use all the weight machines exactly the way Drew had shown me. I did the same with the other exercises where I didn’t use a machine. It was crazy, seeing my body build muscle mass and tone up. One day, I was totally shocked when I looked in the mirror after my post workout shower and saw definition in my abs. I smiled at myself in the mirror because I knew Drew would be proud of me.
When I was out for my walks, I used that time to play around a little bit with my fire power ability. I was probably being watched by guards or cameras the entire time, but I just didn’t have anywhere else to practice. I didn’t want to do it inside, just to avoid setting the house on fire and it was getting to the point where I really didn’t care if anyone saw it anyway.
I was getting better. With a lot of practice, I discovered I could make fire whenever I wanted, not just when I was angry. This process was like pulling energy from all around me and centering it inside of me, then pushing it out again. I think it was the same way it happened when I got angry, it just happened without me thinking about it.
I only saw Trevor at dinner and for a little while after. I didn’t really want to see him, so that little bit was more than enough time for me. He didn’t really bother much with me, which I found odd. If he thought I was that important, then why didn’t he even act like he wanted to get to know me? It seemed like he wanted me only because I was his, like a little kid with his toy…he only wanted it because the other kids wanted to play with it, but when they didn’t want to play with it anymore, neither did he.
It seemed the whole eating dinner together thing was an obligatory time to spend together. Trevor was confusing to me. It seemed like he wanted to be my father, but at the same time, he didn’t spend much time with me, and I was sort of a prisoner in the house.
It had been months since I left the community. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was beginning to wonder why they didn’t try to come for me. I told them not to, but a part of me sort of thought they would anyway, especially since Luke knew the truth about why I had left, even if the others didn't.