Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 26

Evan

One day before the Spring Festival

I'm exhausted, and sweat is coating my back.

I never thought I would protect humans, but I've gotten rid of at least ten monsters today. I did it for Stella's sake, knowing she wouldn't forgive me if I didn't do whatever I could to help humanity. I even made my entire clan fight the monsters. So now it seems the vampires are the good people-even my father agreed to kill the demons today.

But there is one unanswered question after today's drama, and I'm ready to talk about that with my father right now.

I rarely speak to the man. He doesn't live inside our mansion like an average person would.

No, no, no.

That's too not-fancy for him.

Our house looks like a mansion to every eye meeting it on the outside, but magic roams inside.

I've been given a taste of that myself today.

I'm standing inside my father's throne room. It's an alternative dimension where he has summoned me.

I opened our fridge and ended up in his castle in the alternative dimension. My father prefers the old over the new and doesn't spend his days in the modern world.

And I was invited here to talk about the demon problem. Against my will, it seems, since I practically fell through the fridge.

I'm still pissed off at my father for having me fall endlessly before I finally landed inside his castle.

"I'm glad you made it," my father laughs, still amused by having me spin in the air for thousands of feet. "Was the journey here hard, or are you alright? Do you need a glass of water for the headache?" Glaring at him, I brush invisible dust off my clothes.

My father is a goddamn troll. I know how to travel through dimensions too, but I'm not on the same level where I can build a house inside a pocket dimension.

And neither do I have my guests fall from the sky.

"I'm fine. Thank you very much for asking."

There is more laughter. "Now, stop looking at me like that."

I narrow my eyes. "You tried to kill me!"

"No, I just wanted to have some fun, but there is a reason I brought you here today. We have to address the problem at hand."

"And what is the problem?"

My father's lips strain to form a troublesome smile. "I brought you here to talk about the werewolves who are letting demons into the human world. We have to stop them."

"What do you mean these demons were let into our dimension by the werewolves?" I hiss at my father, unsure if he is serious. Could he be joking around with me? "The werewolves are supposed to be good people. Why would they do that?!"

My father moves his hand to rub his chin. He is sitting on the throne, humming to himself. He is even wearing a robe and a mantle to look like royalty from the old days.

"I meant exactly what I said. I think alpha Raphael is the one summoning these monsters in to our dimension. He must have a powerful witch on his side who has opened the portal to the magical world. Perhaps this witch is even from that dimension herself." I stare up at my father in confusion.

We look very similar: dark hair and pale skin, but his eyes aren't blue. They are constantly red like he is stuck being angry. Some say my father has lived forever because of the darkness coursing through his veins, but I know that isn't the truth.

He has lived for decades but not forever, and the darkness keeps him looking relatively young.

"What would alpha Raphael gain from summoning demons and monsters into our world?" I ask, tired because I think I fought like ten demonic snakes on my way here.

"Are you kidding?" My father snorts. "For supposedly being my son, you're rather stupid not to have figured it out yet."

I narrow my eyes, and my tone turns dry. "Since you're so smart to have figured it out, why won't you just tell me?"

He sighs heavily. "Alright. Werewolves came into existence to protect humans from monsters, right?"

"So the legends say," I size him up and down. "Go on, continue lecturing me with facts."

"You need more clues?" My father smiles. "Okay... Most cities, including Lunaris, are ruled by vampires."

My eyes widen. I finally realize where this is going, yet I say nothing. I stare at my father, who smirks at me. He knows I've put the puzzle pieces together, yet he keeps talking.

"The Bloodmoon pack wants to grow stronger. Not only does alpha Raphael want to drive out the vampires from Lunaris, but he wishes to challenge the other vampire clans. He wants control over more territories that belong to other vampire clans. But his pack isn't big enough yet. Fortunately, that alpha has come up with a solution: if there are monsters on the run, threatening humanity..."

His words hit me like a slap to the face.

"Then more werewolves will be awakened and born," I say, gulping at this horrible revelation. Alpha Raphael is terrible. "Because not every child of theirs is awakened with a wolf, and sometimes, if needed, the parents give birth to more than one child." "Yes." My father smiles weakly. There is an interest in his eyes, something he isn't telling me yet. "With these monsters wracking havoc and murdering humans in the woods, the werewolves might give birth to twins, triplets, or quadruplets."

"What that alpha is doing is wrong," I tell my father, wetting my lips before raising my tone and continuing. "They might think the monsters are under control, but they don't... I saved civilians today, which was weird because we vampires aren't supposed to be good." "Who says vampires can't be good?"

"You did?"

He laughs. "Really?"

I stare at my father. "Yes... You've always thought me humans are walking fast food and that werewolves are underneath us."

He wrinkles his nose. "Yes, I agree. Werewolves are underneath us. I dislike that species, but... What becomes of our clan will soon be up to you, son. I'm dying."

I freeze. "Dying?"

"Yes, my powers are vanishing, and I will soon become one with darkness. I have lived for centuries, but it will eventually end. It means that you will soon become the vampire king, and the future of our clan lies in your hands, Evan. Whether you wish to protect or be enemies with humanity, it's your choice."

My throat feels parched. "I don't think I'm ready to become the vampire king..."

"No one is ever ready," my father says. "I'm sorry I was so terrible to you, son. You have a rocky road in front of you. I've seen the future, and that's how I know the awaiting fight against alpha Raphael will kill me."

"Kill you?"

"Yes, but..." my father reaches out his hand, and flies of the darkness surround me and sink into my skin. "There is always a successor; after I die, the darkness will only be yours. Your magic will grow stronger, but your mind and personality might be disrupted by the change."

I stare at him. "But I don't want that."

His smile is bitter. "You don't have a choice. You were born to eventually end up becoming the new vampire king. That time is approaching, Evan."