Chapter Five

I sit there and take everything in, not really saying anything. "So, what were my parents?" I ask, not really knowing what to say at this point.

"Your father was the youngest son of Gavreel Singe, Head University Advisor for Unity University, which would be your grandfather on his side. Gavreel is an Angel. Your mother was the baby of Dominic Moorn, Head Crossroads Demon/Travelling businessman, which would be your grandfather on her side. So, to answer your question about who they were, simply put, your father was an Angel, and your mother was a Demon. They knew falling in love was not only risky to themselves but any potential future baby. The reason for this, is because of a prophecy that has been handed down through the generations, our Elders tell it like a bedtime story, but there are those of us who are in the know. The prophecy is foretold about a millennia in the making: 'A child born of Angel and Demon Decent shall be the most powerful being anyone has ever seen, that child will bring death to the old ways and introduce new ways.'

The way things are done in the Underground Society, mirrors that of America circa; 1800's. Women have no rights, they are pretty much there to sit and look pretty. The ones who stand up and fight, have formed a whole new society, They call themselves the Rebellion, there are more men in this society than you would think for the way that men grew up, but the men are outranked by women three-to-one. The women treat the men the same as they would another woman. This group of people mingle within the human world and blend in, while still fighting the Underground for their rights. Your parents changed the way people thought and that didn't sit well with the Elders, they want to keep it the same as it has always been. You see, your parents were the best of friends growing up, they secretly fell in love with one another, their feelings were so secret that neither knew of the others feelings until they couldn't keep it bottled any longer, your father took her to their spot, which resides just outside the border of the werewolf territories, it's technically unclaimed, the factions were and still are to a small point able to comingle with one another, the Elders don't want the factions intermingling, the only exception to this rule is the Werewolves and Witches, us wolves are half human and the Witches are full human who happen to have a little extra."

"So, just to clarify, what you're telling me is that Angels, Demons, Werewolves, and Vampires are real?" I ask.

Fenirick looks at me and nods his head slightly.

I take a breath and lick my dry lips taking everything in. I look up at the crowd in front of me "And that my mother was a Demon, and that my father was an Angel?"

Again, he nods.

As I bite my bottom lip, I rock myself back and forth, trying to process what was just told to me, "Well then, what does that make me?" Although, it certainly sounded a lot calmer than what the situation called for.

"Well, you're the only one of your kind, and according to the prophecy, you're supposedly the death of the old ways, so I would assume the correct terminology would be The Daughter of Death." He replies.

I continue to take everything in as best as I can. "So, you're telling me that my parents are a Demon and an Angel, making me whatever the hell I would be, I'm part of some prophecy that makes me responsible for the end of ways for a Society that I have never heard of, and to top it all off, I'm supposedly supposed to be the most powerful being of all existence?" I ask.

Fenirick looks at me with unwavering eyes, "Yes, but that also makes you the most hunted." He states matter-of-factly. "It means that you will have people from either side of the war hunting you, the rebellion wanting to use you to make the prophecy come true, and the Underground Society to kill you."

I look around at everyone. "For most of, if not all of my life, you have all been lying to me, keeping this secret from me honestly makes me wonder if I can trust any of you at all. I am going to go to my room, I will come out when I am ready, I will talk to you all when I am ready. But until then, I ask that if you truly care about me, you will leave me alone to process everything that I just not only heard, but seen tonight. I'm exhausted and don't think I can take much more of this shit." I say getting up and trudging the hallway to my room. Once I am locked inside my room away from everyone I press my back up against my bedroom door and sink to my butt with my knees pulled up to my chest, I lay my head on the top of my knees and let the tears fall freely down my cheeks.

After sitting in the same position for what seemed like hours I get up and walk to my desk, I see a letter addressed to me, I don't recognize the handwriting. I pick it up and start to read:

"Dear Falencia,

If you are reading this letter, it means that it is your 17th birthday and that your father and I unfortunately aren't alive to tell you about everything that you need to know, for that we are truly sorry! I can only imagine what you have been through, I don't know when exactly it happened or even if it did happen, but in the event that we are gone, I am writing this letter to you to explain a few things.

I know that you have already gone through so much in your life, but now that you are of age, there are some things you need to know. Your father and I grew up in a vastly different way. The things that you may think are myth or fiction, are in fact truth and very real. The world we came from is a very dangerous one. One that we wanted to escape from, our world is divided up into factions, there are six in total. Human, Angel, Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, and Witch. If I am correct, Thelma has taught you and Berik's daughter, Freyja her craft, this will help you do what is needed to be done to bring peace between the factions and unite them. How you will do this is completely unique to who you have become. It is your destiny!

With any destiny, this road will not be easy, I wish I could give you a roadmap with everything you will need to know about what you will be up against, but as it stands, I do not know the troubles you will face nor how you will choose to face them, if you are still the headstrong, stubborn little girl I know now, I know that you will fight ruthlessly for what is right.

I told Berik to make sure that if something were to happen to us, she keep you safe, there is a bank account set up for you that has over $350,000,000.00 in it for you, it will not be accessible until the day of your 17th birthday. I know you have gone through more than you wish you had, and I know you're probably thinking that this letter is all levels of crazy, but I promise you, this is truth. Berik and Thelma both know what is really going on, keep yourself safe, stay hidden. You will be experiencing new things as your powers grow inside of you, everyone's powers are different and are entirely dependent upon who they are as a person.

Your powers are a gift, don't let anyone take your gifts away from you. I know that this may feel like a curse right now, but it will keep you and your friends safe, now that you have it, you need to be careful who you tell about them. Trust only those you know you can count on fully. I trust your judgement my precious baby girl. We love you Falencia, don't ever lose your fight!"

The tears falling down my cheeks are heavy and big. I never knew my true heritage, my parents were taken from me too soon, I was lied to my whole life, the truth hidden from me. How could I trust any of them? The money came to mind, I'd have to ask Berik about it. Maybe once I have it I could run, I mean, graduation is literally only a week away, I could graduate and leave. Not telling anyone where I'm going, not even telling them that I'm leaving, just taking the money and running somewhere. I lay in my bed clutching the letter from my mother, and fall asleep,

After what I think is only a few minutes, I open my eyes to a thudding sound. I look at my clock and see that it's just after four in the morning. 'what the hell is thudding?' I whisper getting out of bed not really remembering the events from earlier. I go to open my door when I realize it's locked, 'fuck me.' I think as the memories start flooding my mind. I roll my eyes and unlock my door to a dark hallway; I step into the empty space and walk towards the living room.

I hear people talking, so I press up against the wall and listen. "We should have told her a lot sooner than this." I hear Fenirick tell someone.

"I know, I just wanted her to grow up normal, I didn't want her to know about the dangers of what was to come later down the road." Berik replies.

"Do you think she'll ever forgive us?" Freyja asks next.

"I don't know, I hope she can find it in her heart to forgive us, but I honestly don't know if she'll be able to see past this betrayal." Berik answers.

"God, I was such a jerk to her, I knew that she couldn't reciprocate my feelings, and I took off like a fucking toddler throwing a temper tantrum, I know Falencia, she tends to hold grudges, I remember the time I accidentally punched her in the face when we were sparring, she didn't talk to me for six months, probably would have been longer if Mr. Godfrey hadn't paired us for a project." Nik says sadly.

"You broke her nose!" Freyja replies incredulously "But I know what you mean, when we were twelve, I lied to her about a guy I liked, she someone sensed that I liked him and told me I should tell him but I told her that I wasn't interested in him. She looked at me as if that was the worst betrayal I could ever do to her."

Cherie just sat there quietly nodding at everything everyone said. "I remember when she skipped a grade, I was so jealous and upset, she got to be the sister of the one friend that I felt should have been my sister." She says sadly. "But then I got to know her, befriended her, came to see her as another sister, I've never actually betrayed her in the ways that you all might have, with the exception of keeping this secret. I've always tried to make her feel like she was part of our friends at school, even though she never accepted my friendship verbally, I'd like to think that it was a mutual acquaintanceship if not friendship." She replies.

I sigh, not really knowing what to feel or think at this point, I turn back around and head to my room, when I reach my room and shut the door quietly behind me, I feel a difference in the air, the difference is so small that I nearly miss it. I turn around and come face to face with a giant, I go to scream but have a huge hand cover my mouth the moment I start to open it. "Now, now, is that anyway to greet your uncle?" the giant says, he easily stands at seven foot or taller, broad shoulders, his hand nearly covers my entire face.

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound, you and I need to talk." He says gruffly. "Nod once if you understand."

I look up at him too scared to do anything, I don't actually understand any of this at this particular moment, but I go ahead and nod once, kind of curious as to how he plans on explaining this to me.

"Good Girl, we're going to sneak out of that window and you're not going to fight me." He says matter-of-factly.

I roll my eyes, thankful that he can't actually see my eyes at the current moment. He pulls me through my window as if he's not a seven-foot-tall giant, his agility takes me by surprise. When we reach a sleek, black Jeep Wrangler he opens the back door and shoves me roughly into the backseat with the creepy guy from earlier. He doesn't say anything, but looks at me with the same glowing blue eyes that I saw at the school.

"You?" I ask, with a scowl.

He puts his finger to his mouth as if to tell me 'shh'.

I just stare at him as the man who called himself my 'uncle' climbs into the drivers seat, trying to figure out what in the hell is going on, he turns the engine over and the Jeep roars to life, I sit in the backseat next to the creepy guy as my anxiety and nerves battle it out for dominance, part of me is screaming 'open the door, tuck, and roll, then run down the street screaming as if someone is killing me. The other part, the more rational part is telling me to keep quiet and listen to these mainiacs. I decide to go with the tuck and roll option, I reach over to grab the door handle only to find out that it's missing, I mentally face palm, of course there's no handle.

The guy sitting next to me whispers in my ear so low that I nearly miss it "I got a plan to get you out of this, please just trust me."

"Trust you? I don't even know you and you've been stalking me all day!" I reply equally as quiet.

We pull to a stop, the driver door opens and the door next to the guy is opened, he helps me out and I notice where we are, I can't help but go completely numb when I see my childhood home looming in front of me. "Why the hell did you bring me here?" I ask with panic dripping from each syllable I speak.

"No one will think to look for you here, I just want to ask you a few questions." My uncle replies. Now that I can see him clearly, he has emerald green eyes, thinning reddish blonde hair, his nose seems too big for his face and his teeth are straight and white.

I look at him with horror written all over my face "and why couldn't you do that back at the apartment?" I ask.

"These aren't questions to be asked verbally." He says matter-of-factly.

I look at him with confusion "Then what the hell kind of questions are they?" I say dreading the answer.

"These questions," He pauses as he takes out a syringe that has a clear liquid in it from his bag. "Are to be asked within the memory."

I look at the man claiming to be my uncle, "before you even think about injecting me with whatever fluid that shit is, you better at least be bringing me some kind of food." I say with a glare.

He chuckles "Good to know that humor can be hereditary."

I cock my head to the side in confusion "what the hell does that mean?"

"Your mother was a humorous kind of person too. We used to pull pranks on each other as well as the rest of our family every single day, for over a decade, when she was in diapers, I taught her how to pull her first prank. She was a natural." He replies chuckling, more to himself than his audience. "But that was then, this is now." He continues, "this drug is called scopolamine, it will make you spill every truth that you have held inside."

I try to squirm out of the creepy guys hold. "Ryker, sit her in that seat." The giant says pointing to a chair sitting in front of the fireplace, only a few feet away from where my parents lost their lives.

I fight against the guys hold trying to get away "Stop squirming, this won't hurt." I get one of my arms loose from his grip and turn myself around to where I am face to face with him, I smirk at the guy and knee him in the balls, hard, once he's down I dash out of the living area that is completely bare, except for the one chair, and make my way through the house, I hear the giant thundering after me, thankfully I took track my last four years of school and made state twice, I duck into one of the SUV's sitting outside, lock the doors and frantically pray that the keys are still inside.

Thankfully, the keys were put into the visor, I put the key into the ignition and turn the engine over, the engine starts up right away and I send a quiet thank you prayer to the Gods. As I peel out of the driveway I see the guy who called himself my uncle storm out of the house. I speed down the dirt road for a good few miles before it becomes a paved road. I speed into town, slowing down to the speed limit of 35 after doing almost 60. I let out a small sigh as soon as I come into our neighborhood. I figure if they wanted their SUV back that badly they could stand to be seen in the daytime.

I pull into a vacant spot about a block away from our apartment and hike the rest of the way to the apartment, when I get there, the street is filled with blinking red and blue lights, people are scattered all over the road, kind of like what you would see in a movie when one of the characters went missing. I come up to a police officer to ask what's going on.

"Who are you?" He asks.

I look at him with a confused look "I'm Falencia Black, why?"

"I've got her, we're coming to you." He says into his walkie.

I look up at him confused "Could you please explain what on earth is going on?"

"We got a call about a home invasion, and a missing girl." He replies leading me up to the apartment.

"Miss. Black?" Another officer asks as soon as we get to the door.

I nod.

"Thank God!" Berik and Freyja scream in unison rushing out to meet me.

"Please don't ever do that to us again! We thought you had been taken." Berik says through tears.

"I was." I say point blank.

Freyja looks at me with tears streaming down her face, her normally white, porcelain flawless face is red and puffy. "What do you mean, you were?"

I sigh "I woke up, I don't remember the exact time, came out to get some water and maybe something small to eat, heard you guys talking and decided to go back to my room, I was ambushed by, for lack of a better term, a giant. He didn't say his name, just said that he's my uncle. I don't know if that's the truth or not, but he was at least seven foot tall." I reply, "But then again, I could be exaggerating due to the fact that I was really out of it, and I was almost drugged."

The police take our statements and walk away. I take a deep breath before turning towards everyone, who are staring at me. "I don't want to talk about any of it right now, I am extremely tired, and I don't really want to talk to any of you right now." I walk back to my room, close the door as soon as I am inside, and make sure the window and door are both locked and head to bed.