Bonus! Read the first chapter of Undertow: Death’s Twilight below:
Darkest Discovery
“W-w-what?!!” seemed to be all I could manage in way of a response.
My long-lost father had appeared, after seventeen long years…and informed me I was turning into a vampire. My hold on reality was tenuous at best. The very air around me felt watery and surreal. In fact, I was reasonably sure I had to be dreaming.
My father, Maxwell, had released me from our first-ever embrace, and I’d begun to back away—an auto-response to his little revelation. He stood with my mother now, both hands out in a conciliatory gesture. “Now, Maura, please calm down…”
“Calm down?!” My voice came out shrill and thready. He’d just said something utterly ridiculous—impossible. I threw both arms around my ribcage, trying to stabilize myself somehow. My breaths were coming so fast; I was sure I’d hyperventilate.
My mother finally spoke, after her long silence, “Maura, it’s okay.” She was advancing very slowly toward me.
I didn’t feel like anything would ever be okay again. What my father had divulged defied reality itself. That tiny, but logical, voice in my head I’d been hearing insisted they explained a lot of things happening lately. Like the bloody tears smeared across my face and hands... But vampires weren’t real!
The disease I’d inherited must’ve possessed the capability to deteriorate the mind in order for my father to believe such a thing. *Then why does Caelyn believe it too?* my mind asked. Or was she merely going along with his maniacal raving to avoid upsetting a dying man? I looked back and forth between them and another realization struck.
“It was him! This is who you’ve been with at all those ‘work dinners!’ We saw you!” There! I’d let the cat out of the bag about me and my best friend, Susie, following Caelyn after work one night. Once I’d put two and two together, I became so enraged, all thought of ludicrous vampires was chased from my head.
My mother’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Excuse me? Did you just say you’ve been spying on me, Maura?” My father simply stared at the ground.
That was the last straw. “You have the nerve to be angry about me spying on you?!! You’ve been keeping me from my own father!!” I was screaming now. “How could you?? How could you?!!!”
Caelyn’s mouth was moving, but no words were coming out.
I continued to scream at her, my temper completely beyond my control. “We’re both sick, maybe dying, and you sneak around behind my back.” My brain connected more dots. “And you?!” I pointed a trembling finger at Maxwell. “You didn’t want to see me? Or are you just completely out of your mind, spouting nonsense about vampires?”
My father’s head jerked up suddenly when that word escaped my lips. His eyes darted to either end of the alley, and I noticed small groups of people peering in, most likely in response to the volume of my shrieking.
His expression switched from alarmed to a combination of stern and resolute. I’d seen an identical look on my own face in the mirror before. He moved past my mother—reminiscent of a mannequin stuck in suspended animation—to grab me firmly by the arm. “Come along, Maura, we are leaving.”
There was no arguing with that vicelike grip. He towed me along and collected my mother in similar fashion, as we moved toward the end of the alley from which I’d originally come. A lingering assault of the senses flashed in the forefront of my mind, overwhelming me. I unconsciously muttered, “Sushi.”
“What?” my mother asked, glancing over at me like I’d grown another head.
“I planted that suggestion,” he explained to her calmly.
“Oh! I see.”
I felt my legs go weak again…and the fog that had stolen my consciousness before started creeping in from the corners of my eyes.
“Have they figured out you’re here?” My mother’s voice made its way to me through thick, dense fog. Muffled as her words were, I didn’t miss the tension-laced edge to her question.
“No, no, Caelyn. Not to worry, Love. You forget; I am more experienced than the rest. I know how to hide from them. And we’ve managed to keep our little secret thus far, haven’t we?” The tone of his voice, calm and soothing, seemed the wrong vehicle to carry the words he was speaking.
My brain broke free from the sluggishness weighing it down, and I switched to high alert in a microsecond. Who were they? Why was my father hiding from whoever they were? More experienced? A surge of remembrance… Vampire?? All the troubling questions escaped from me with a gasp.
“I think she’s coming around, shhhhhhh,” my mother said in a whisper that sounded too loud in my ears.
I realized then we were in Caelyn’s car, and a close examination of the world outside the windows told me we were moving toward home. I didn’t know if I should speak at all, because what could I possibly say? I had so many worries and questions rolling around inside my brain, it was making me lightheaded. Besides, I hadn’t forgotten I was angry with both of them and bit my tongue to keep it from uttering something foolish. The buzzing worry, over who the mysterious ‘they’ were, almost overshadowed my ire…almost. An uneasy worry started to creep among my insides.
The silence hung heavy inside the car as we pulled into the underground parking garage. It was like a blanket I tried to wrap myself in to keep safe. Not talking about my possibly-insane, newly-found father being hunted was safe. Not talking about vampires was safe. And keeping my temper in check was definitely safe.
The white-hot anger I’d felt in the alley when I’d realized Caelyn had been keeping my father a secret—and the fact he’d kept himself hidden, as well—was quickly dissipating. I had far too many questions that needed answers and behaving irrationally wouldn’t help me accomplish my goal, I reminded myself.
Shock must have been a powerful debilitator, as my legs nearly failed me once I’d managed to climb out of the car. Maxwell moved to put his arm around me, but seemed to think better of it, stepping closer to my mother instead. I couldn’t handle any more distance or absence, snuggling myself into his other side. Maybe it was because the resemblance between us was so strong, but through some miracle, he already felt familiar to me. His arm came up to draw me into our little trio, and though we continued to the elevator in silence, both parents smiled at me warmly. It was hard not to get drawn into their allure and felt better than holding onto the exhausting anger I’d been inundated with lately.
Once the elevator doors closed, I recognized the scent permeating the closed space—the artificial fresh of the baby wipes Caelyn kept in her purse for mess emergencies. The scent clung to all of us, and I realized all the bloody tears shed by both me and my father had been wiped away. My palms were cleared of crimson evidence, as I was sure my face would be, too. Maxwell had also been scrubbed clean. While bloody tears might be something you’d want to hide from passersby, I still wasn’t ready to buy into the whole vampire theory.
As Caelyn turned the key in our apartment-door lock, Ron’s text tone sounded from my jacket pocket. Oh yeah, Ron! Nothing like the return of the father you’d never known to make you completely forget about the boy you were in love with, for a few hours. I dug frantically for my iPhone, desperate for some normalcy.
Hey how’d it go at the clinic?
The clinic! Another thing I’d completely forgotten about.
I looked up to see Maxwell and Caelyn standing inside the front hallway, looking at me expectantly. Before stepping inside, I quickly texted back.
Didn’t go. Have to explain later. My DAD is here!
Wait! What?? Your DAD???
I saw his immediate reply, before I begrudgingly slipped the phone back into my pocket, clicking on the mute button. He must have been going crazy with curiosity, but then so was I. Ron would just have to wait. My empathy for him escaped my body in the form of a loud, deep sigh.
“I guess Ron will just have to wait, eh?”
My father chuckled.
“What?! How do you know…” I thought about recent developments after speaking. Of course, my mother must have been filling him in on all the time he’d been away.
But he shocked me once again with what he spoke next. “Maura, you may not realize, but I’ve kept up with your life quite completely. From the time you ran your trike into that tree when you were four, to your first ride on the school bus…to your sneaking off to see your boyfriend’s rock band play at that frat house.”
Oh…had he ratted me out to Mom that night? Wait—had she been in touch with him all that time, merely pretending he wasn’t a part of our lives? Why would she keep him all to herself and feign being heartbroken for years?
I felt a depth of betrayal I hadn’t known existed. Far beyond her obvious lack of concern for my health problems the last few months, beyond her lies about hiding our health cards—always refusing to take me to the doctor—beyond even sneaking around behind my back with the father I’d been dying to know my whole life.
“Caelyn…” I hissed at her. I couldn’t even call her Mom while feeling the way I did at that moment.
My mother’s spine stiffened, and the look on her face told me I’d crossed a line she wouldn’t allow me remain behind. “Maura Maxine! I am still Mom.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a way that screamed ‘end of discussion.’
My temper boiled up over the top again. “Then act like it!!” I hurled the angry words at her.
“Maura! That is enough!” That was the booming voice of my father. “You have no idea what sacrifices your mother has made for you! The hardship she has had to accept, the choices she decided to make…all for your benefit.”
I thought about that for a moment. I really didn’t know. Right then, I felt like I didn’t know much of anything.
“Well, then, why don’t you both explain it to me?” I asked calmly, without a hint of whine or sulk in my voice. Of that, I was proud. I guessed I really might be growing up after all.
My father and I were seated at the dining room table. Caelyn brought me a cup of coffee. I looked up at her with an eyebrow raised in surprise.
“Well, I hear you’re already drinking it anyway.” She sighed and shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of defeat before striding back into the kitchen.
“Wow, you really are watching me closely.” I had to admit I was a bit annoyed with my father. Happy to see him or not, I didn’t appreciate my every move being reported back to my mother. It felt like he was behaving more like a little brother than a dad.
“Unfortunately, Maura, you were making that very necessary.”
“What?” My tone sounded exasperated…and I certainly felt that way.
“Demanding that your mother take you to the doctor and even finding a way to sneak in that one dental appointment. Luckily, I was able to destroy that set of records—they will think it was a computer glitch,” he added when he saw my shocked expression. “You have to realize why we must be careful about our existence. It is extremely dangerous for anyone to collect medical information about you…especially so for anyone to have access to a sample of your blood. It is absolute law we keep hidden the truth of what we are.”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Science was one of my best subjects, and I was firmly grounded in the real world, coupled with my belief there was a rational explanation for everything. But I wanted to be gentle with him. If our shared disease was afflicting his mind, causing him to believe these things, then they were real, at least, to him.
I laid my hand, comfortingly, on his arm. “Dad, not the vampire thing again. Come on, now. You may be sick, but down deep you have to know the difference between fantasy and reality.”
“So, you do not believe me?” he queried with a soft, confident smile on his thin, but elegant, lips.
“I’m sorry, but what you’re saying…it just isn’t possible. Vampires, werewolves, zombies—all those things are fiction. They just aren’t real.” I was trying to be as kind as possible. His words and the strength behind his belief were frightening me. I feared for the degeneration of my own mind.
“Not even after all you have gone through? All the unexplainable changes? Think back on those, and tell me if you still think it is impossible.”
So, to humor him, I did. I thought back to the change in my hair, the enhancements to my memory, my craving for blood… My eyes flicked from the dark imperfection in the tabletop they were studying to lock on his.
“Okay, I’ll admit that some of that stuff is very strange and hard to explain.” I still couldn’t speak aloud the fact I craved, and drank, blood. “But…”
“No buts, Maura. What about the time you wanted that boy at the bridge to return your clothes to you? He very nearly did, did he not? That was because of your emerging powers. For a moment, you were able to control his mind with the influence of your own.”
What he was saying was disturbing…because I did remember it just the way he described. A group of my cruel classmates had abandoned me in the woods, wearing only my underwear, but I had nearly convinced the brother of the instigator to hand them over. And he had behaved as if he’d been caught in some kind of trance. I felt my insides go a bit cold as I let myself consider, minutely, the possibility of truth in his words. Then, another consideration presented itself to my troubled mind.
“Wait a minute…how could you know about that? Were you there that night? How do you know about that??!” To what depths did all these secrets run?
“No Maura, I was not physically there that night. But, I could see it through your mind. You and I…we share a very deep connection, especially now you have begun your journey toward the final transformation.”
I wanted to ignore all of what he’d just said. I didn’t want it to be possible that he could see into my mind, or that I could be changing in the way he was suggesting. I shook my head, wanting to rid it of the nonsensical things he’d been suggesting all evening. Where was my mother? She couldn’t possibly be a believer in any of that.
As if on cue, she came back to sit at the table with a mug of coffee for herself and one for Maxwell.
“Ha!” I pointed an accusing finger at my father. “If you’re a vampire, how can you drink coffee?” I settled back in my chair quite pleased with myself.
“I do not need to,” he explained matter-of-factly, “but I still like it very much. A few sips will not upset my system, and I love the aroma.” He inhaled deeply and smiled with satisfaction.
“A few sips, huh? I guess you can’t eat solid food either?” My tone took on light sarcasm, as I was getting more irritated with the lengths to which he was carrying his charade. He may have believed the story he was spinning, but I did not. I crossed my arms stubbornly across my chest.
Maxwell shook his head and allowed a small sigh to escape. “I did not want to have to resort to this. I so hoped you would trust that feeling inside you—the one telling you to believe. But if I must…”
My father tilted his head back ever so slightly and opened his mouth, pulling his lips up and away from his teeth as he did so. I couldn’t help but notice my mother’s sudden anxiety, apparent in the slight ringing of her hands—a telltale sign for her. For some reason, her reaction stimulated the flurrying of a hundred butterflies in my stomach. I turned my attention back to the source of her stress.
For an instant, Maxwell’s teeth were like any other human’s, but as I watched, his canines grew, descending downward until they became an extraordinary set of fangs. They dropped so slowly, so deliberately…I could tell he had complete control over them. He drew them up again in the same unhurried manner so I could see there was no trick to what he was doing. Even the best, most professionally-fabricated fangs couldn’t move like that. I felt like I’d stepped into one of the horror movies Caelyn was so fond of watching—only none we’d ever seen had been about vampires. Could that have been another pai
nful reminder?
“That can’t be real,” I breathed.
“It’s real, Maura.” Caelyn’s voice was smooth and steady.
My mind wanted to continue to protest. To argue what he was saying simply wasn’t possible.
“And you drink human blood?” My voice was a scratchy, irritated whisper. He nodded almost imperceptibly in answer to my question, as if he were trying to soften the blow. “Show me.” I glanced in Caelyn’s direction.
My father looked over toward my mother, too, before answering with finality and deadly calm. “Absolutely not.”
“So you don’t drink her blood?” The look on Caelyn’s face told me he most certainly had.
“That is an intimate thing, Maura,” he stated in explanation.
I started to play out what I’d suggested in my mind and realized how right he was. “Okay, okay. Yeah, keep your intimate…stuff…to yourself.” Thoughts of my mother as lover were incredibly foreign to me.
I reached my hand out toward him then. He was my father, there was no denying that. No need for a DNA test when you bore such a strong resemblance to the parent who’d helped create you. Wait…creation! That was the loophole!
I was very smug when I exclaimed, “Vampires can’t have babies. Aren’t they frozen in time or something? If you’re a vampire…like you think you are…how could you possibly be my biological father?” My hand came down on his as I finished my sentence, and the wintery feel of his skin was a blatant contrast to the words I’d just spoken. That uneasy sensation started twisting around in my gut all over again.
“That one is simple. Female vampires cannot have babies, no. But nature always seems to find a way for the continuation of a species—whether mammal, insect, fungi, even viruses and bacteria. Vampire males retain the power of procreation. There is strong science behind what we are, Maura. I have studied it for decades.”
Just because he was now speaking my language did not mean I was going to start buying in to what he was saying, even though there was a part of me arguing away that his words were the perfect explanation for the freak-show my life had always been.
“Science, huh? I’m sorry, Dad, but I don’t see how anyone could explain vampires with any kind of scientific absolution.” I was trying so hard to be rational, to drown out that part of my brain—becoming very loud now—screaming, *perfect explanation!* in response to what he was telling me.
He chose to ignore my words and kept up the ‘perfect explanation.’ “Think of vampires as human upgrades.” He glanced quickly at Caelyn, “I mean no offense, My Love.”
She smiled calmly, lovingly. “None taken.”
“Sometime during the fourteenth century, human DNA changed, mutated. I believe this was evolution’s survival response to The Black Death, which decimated Europe.” Maxwell eyed me up to gauge my reaction. “It happened the same way reptiles or insects change coloring to match their surroundings. Mother Nature gives them camouflage, so they can blend in and survive.”
“Dad…that’s not really the same kind of thing at all.”
He put his pale, cold hand on top of mine. “I know, Maura. I am merely trying to explain things in a way you can understand.” He smiled softly, those strange, sparkling eyes of his locking on mine. “At its apex, The Black Death wiped out better than half the population, right around sixty percent. I believe that triggered a call for survival in the human blueprint. The catastrophic body count caused dramatic changes that could, literally, stop Death in his tracks. Human DNA reworked its own code, mutated to create a being who could survive The Black Death—or any other plague—and so much more. A human was born, who seemed like any other at birth. He grew, appearing to be like any other child in the world, but once he reached manhood, a dramatic transformation took place. His body became unnaturally strong and perfect. All but essential systems shut down, making him impervious to injury and disease. This also brought a halt to the aging process…”
I interrupted him before he could continue. “Speaking of age, just how old are you?” I’d noticed abruptly, when my father had spoken that last line, just how young he looked—as if he were aged less than a decade beyond his seventeen-year-old daughter. He looked younger than my mother, who’d supposedly met him when she was fifteen and he was twenty-five. Caelyn still appeared to be in her twenties, though she was nearly thirty-three. Still, nearly imperceptible lines could be seen at the corners of her eyes, whereas my decade-older father had not a wrinkle to speak of. His skin was perfect, smooth alabaster.
I felt the cold shock following my observance settle into my bones. My thoughts felt like pieces in one of those Barrel of Monkeys games. They hooked together, growing into a long chain that started to present like truth. His uncharacteristic pallor, the perfection and temperature of his skin, blood in place of saline tears. And could I really deny the astonishing pair of fangs I’d witnessed growing out of his skull with my own eyes? I was beginning to believe.
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