章 2: Chapter Two : Parenting
(Keith's Prologue)
His cold stare, those evil brown eyes. That twisted, yet cocky, smile. How he remembered hating such dark features. How he'd been gifted at birth, that such genetics spared him, or else he'd been the spinning image of the person he hated more than anything else in the entire supernatural world.
His father.
His eighty-year-old, immortal father never looked his age. His light blonde locks, and piercing chocolate eyes, twisted in such dark evil, his body couldn't help but shiver, and shake under the influence of such cold. ''You are not him. You are not my father..'' he breathed. The man rolled his brown, bloodshot eyes, as he held a hand against his forehead, amusement spreading along his face. ''Come now, Kareo, that's what you say to me, every time our paths cross..'' he answered, using the name he was given at birth, the long exploding pressure of anger, and hatred flowing through his insides, as that name unlocked such death covered memories. Ones that were always meant to be locked. ''You don't get to call me that!'' he ordered. ''My mother wanted my name to be Keith! Don't act like you've forgotten her!'' His voice escaped his hot lips, as his hot, deadly breath warmed his aching, swore bones and muscles, as his sharp brown eyes trailed the room, meeting the eyes of the ghostly girl. She stood, staring at him with such disinterest, as he wandered why she was even still there, beside him. Since coming into the room, she still hadn't moved away from him. What reason did she have for standing so close?
''You're right, Keith....'' he sounded as if he was about to puke, when his name, escaped his mouth, but he held it back, and recovered, straightening his body in the chair he sat in, clearing his throat, as he continued. ''Your mother wanted a normal life for you, and your sister....however, I knew you deserved better than that! You two were born with demon and immortal blood, flowing through your very veins! Hell if I was going to stand around and watch her baby you, and your sister! Absurd!'' he barked. Keith's eyes went wide the moment his father's words, disrespected the image he had of his mother, which made his hands, even though they were tied together in front of him, clench tightly, causing dark veins to pop and appear, climbing the top of his arms. He knew the ghostly girl could see them, for the change he sensed in her aura. Once her body was calm and still was now pulsing. Her heart beat could be heard from inside his mind.
Even with the lies surrounding his mother's true death, he knew the truth behind everything. The cover-up, the assassin hired by his father, to stage it like a demon had attacked her, while she was alone in the house. He'd been gone for the night, after promising his sister, Dove, a fantastic adventure birthday! He loved his sister with all his heart, even if inside them, there was a demon's spirit, and immortal blood pumping into their hearts. The features of a mortal still possessed the two of them. As for his father, the features of a demon were so strongly visible, no one would ever be fooled into thinking he was anything different from a monster.
He was the one. He killed Mom, plunged a knife straight into her heart, and got one of his controlled demon servants to tear apart the evidence. She was gone, turned into black stand, leftover ashes of her visible body, by the time the two returned home. Keith remembered how much his sister cried that night. How much pain her soul was in, and the weakness, to do nothing to help her, stabbed at his heart, even now. His eyes were filled with fiery, he had to be contained quickly, before he pitifully attacked his father. He had to control himself, for Serpent, and for Dove's sake. Pain stabbed at him again, as he was caught by the arm, as the steel tip of a blade cut deep into one side of his body. Then the strength of fifty men came down on him. Back down on his knees was where he was now. He yelled and felt the knife cut deeper.
Blood flowed from the wound in seconds. Even though the blood came out so fast, he still tried to rise to his feet again. Although struggling, as a mustered gasp escaped his lips, he was grabbed from behind, as he felt the tip of the blood scented blade at his neck. ''oh, did you want a knife too?'' the ghostly girl teased, a mocked expression replacing her previous expression.
"Drop it!" a voice shouted from in front of him, as an exploding, overpowering gust of dark power brushed past everyone and everything in that small room. She let go of the knife, as the sound of it dropping to the floor, echoed against the walls, but not before, she swung the butt of it, against the back of his head, causing him to fall to the floor, the crushing of his tied up hands, beneath his light body weight.
''You're supposed to carry at least a knife every time you leave, to go anywhere!'' he heard his father's angry voice, past his ears, as he slid his arms up from underneath him, as his voice escaped, weak, and brittle. ''Oops...guess....I.....forgot.....'' he breathed, a heavy breath of large air escaping, as he held his head up from the carpeted floor.
''Get up, son! Your body should've been able to handle such an attack! I should've known....'' His voice softened suddenly and without question, Keith wasn't sure if he was even talking to the same person anymore. The soft voice didn't belong to his father. Not the demon. Not this demon, but the voice of an innocent man, which his father was not!
''Once you left home, I should've known you'd try to forget everything about me...which I should've assumed, meant skipping the training, I taught you.....your body isn't even close to transformation...'' his touched the side of face with the front of his palm, as annoyed breaths of air trailed past his black, crusty lips. ''We should get right on that, again.'' his voice was suddenly amused again, as his dark, handsome features appeared visible again.
His father waved a slow wave toward him with a twisted smile on his lips once he noticed he was standing and recovered. There was no pain, nor was there any soreness to take care of, although the blood flow didn't loosen up, even now. The black ropes, keeping his hands tied, had visible traces of his blood, plus the scent. The scent that drove him crazy! One drop and hours could pass by, and he'd be able to resit hunger.
He found himself staring down at the bubbles of blood that formed from within his fists. He'd been clenching them so tightly with the strength he held. Blood was visible now.
''He's bleeding again....why?'' asked the ghostly eyed girl. Keith drew his attention over to her, his eyes sharp, then soft, as he questioned her words.
Was she really asking why he was bleeding? Did she not understand? "It is called a proof of life," he said and withdrew his softness, returning to his previous expression, once his eyes found his fathers, again. Keith's eyes trailed to the sight of something reflecting, as he moved sides ways to steps. A knife. The knife was back in her hand.
''I want to see more....'' she whispered, phrasing it like more of a question, then a statement. She moved towards him, which instantly made him back up. He turned to look at his father, who barely thought to find his gaze. He would not help him, that much was clear. He took off running towards her, clearing his mind of any and all thoughts, Keith had the chance he was looking for, and was able to wrench her body across his, throwing her arm, to the floor, where the bottom of his brown boot, slammed down on her back. He pulled onto the handle of the knife she held, until it came free, lifting it to her neck now, as she slammed all body weight down on her with his boot.
He wanted to scream at her to stay down, but his vocal cords were paralyzed, as something sick yet sweet pushed its way through every living muscle and cell inside his body. His eyes were closed, and the thud of his body falling to the floor, pressed against his father's serious expression. His eyes were closed now, it was obvious he was unconscious. He lay like a dead corpse, when his father came to pick him up, holding him in his arms, as a loving smile was brought to his face, as he took in every feature of his son's face.
''Next of kin, Kareo...'' he whispered his son's name, through his teeth, as he stroked his cheek, wiping away the dirt from the prisons, and a bit of spilled blood, from his face.
"Even has a sexy little purr," Cinder's voice fell across the room's silent atmosphere, as lust crossed over his features.
''What do you wanna do, sir?'' she asked, amused.
''Get a room prepared, have him brought to it, keep him comfortable....I don't want him hurt, got it?!'' he hissed. Cinder nodded. ''Of course, sir...''
''Good! Oh. and get the mind control station set up, I want to have my daughter, on my side, by the end of tomorrow....''he barked.
''Of course.....'' she answered, tales of evil presented behind her soothing, sexy voice. ''As for you?'' Cinder stared. ''You can stay here, as my prisoner, until Death or I kill you, that's all I can offer you, Jewel....'' she coughed in disgust as she said the ghost girl's name. Her ghostly eyes softened at the sound of her old name, having not heard it for so many years...
Tears burned her eyes and her lower lip trembled. The stored tears continued to flow, robbing her body of the ability to speak—barely allowing a breath to be drawn. Wiping tears from her eyes with her hand, as seconds passed, she returned. Suppressing her emotions, as if she was some sort of human robot. Her mind froze as pieces of a broken home, and a very unhappy family, appeared black and white behind broken, closed doors. Then a man's face appeared. His serious, tough, expression, stabbed fear inside her.....
That man, had been her late father.
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