Chapter 9 : Adrian and DarikRussia.
“He is so beautiful. Are you sure that he is not a vampire ?”
“Very, he is one of them.”
“What a shame. Such a beautiful boy.”
“He'll be grown up before you can say so.”
My eyes are closed as I listen to my parents talk at my bedroom door. What do they mean ? A shame ? I have done nothing wrong, should I know something that they aren't saying ?
My dear mother, overprotective and loving. She said goodbye to many of her beloved friends
My life is wonderful. I live in a nice house with good parents. We have lots of money, since both of them are immortal.
Russia might have problems but they do not concern us.
We have nothing to do with humans. Weak, fragile and problematic bunch they are. A wast of space if you ask me.
I think things over as dawn creeps closer. Soon I will be fifteen years old. I look at my imposing grandfather clock, yes very soon, it is ten to midnight. I was born exactly fifteen years ago in ten small minutes.
I watch the seconds pass.
Time. I will never run out of it. In a hundred years from now, I will look the same.
The clock chimes. Happy Birthday Adrian.
I turn over, facing the wall and close my eyes, falling asleep to the sounds of Novosibirsk and its living souls.
As I wake I remember my dream.
It was about a girl. Brown hair with rich brown eyes. Rich features and skin like rose petals. Smooth curves and graceful fingers.
We were dancing. I held her close to me as we swayed. When the music stopped she looked up to me and with a voice like bells told me, “Why did you ruin my life love, you took all I had and even more.”
I started to reach for her, to comfort the breath taking angel. I wanted more then anything to feel her lips against mine, to apologize but when I looked back she was fading into nothing, mist floating away.
“Are you dressed ?”
My mother's sweet voice pulls me back to reality.
I grab my covers which had fallen off and yank them over my chest.
She peaked her head in.
“Breakfast is ready darling.”
“I'll be down in a minute.”
She leaves and once the door is shut I get up.
While getting dressed I walk over to my desk.
Grabbing a black pen and a sheet of paper I draw the young lady from my dream. Under, I sign my name and the date. 20th October 1876.
As I head down I promise myself that I will find her. I don't care how long it takes, and I will make her mine.
* * *
Florida : Florida City. Present day.
I don't know why mom and dad called me down. Maybe it's about Leah. We haven't heard from the police.
Since she disappeared we haven't talked much. After I told them about the phone call, it has gotten very unstable around the house. Mom breaks down each time she hears Leah's name. Dad took any picture with her and packed it up. I almost feel like she never existed.
What if it's good news ? Or what if it's bad ?
I walk into the living room. My parents are on the couch holding hands.
“Have a seat son.” Dad says in his husky voice.
When we were kids, Leah was scared of the dark so once she was tucked in and our parents went down stairs I would sneak in and curl up in bed with her. To make her relax I would joke about dad's voice, saying that he was Santa Clause and that that was why we always had great gifts for christmas.
I sit down in the La-Z-Boy recliner.
“We have something to tell you. We should have told you before, but we could never find the right time.”
My mom nods along, agreeing.
“Yes,” She takes over, “With all that has been happening, it's a good moment to, hum, well, let's say... come clean -in a sense.”
“Just tell me already.”
What is it, are they getting divorced or having another kid ? I eye mom's stomach, it seems a little rounder.
“Darik, son, Leah isn't your sister.”
The world stops turning, the clocks stop ticking. My heart stops beating.
How can my parents just sit there, with wide, worried eyes and still be able to take a breath ?
It's impossible. This is some sick jock.
“What ?” I must have heard wrong.
“Leah was adopted.”
“When,” I know I'm being hard because mom's eyes are wet, “Where.”
Dad sighs, “When you were two you got the flu. We had to take you to the hospital and while the doctors examined you, your mother and I walked around.
“We stopped to look at the newborns. At the time we were trying to have a second child but it just wasn't happening.
“A teen was looking at a baby. We asked if her mom had had a kid but she told us that she was the mom. To a beautiful baby girl. She told us that she was going to give her up for adoption. A few days later when you were being discharged we came home with two babies, you and Leah.
“We named her after her real mother.” He finishes.
I wipe tears from my eyes.
“That's why they're no pictures of mom pregnant. She never was.” I say matter of factually.
“Yes honey. We're sorry if it's hard for you but you needed to know the truth.”
I get up, suddenly angry with both of them. How could they not have told me before ! Did Leah know ? No, she wouldn't keep something this big a secret from me. Before I say something I'll regret, I grab my car keys and run outside, The cool October air filling my lungs.
Leah, my beloved only sibling is not related to me. That's all I can think of. But we look the same, talk the same, even think alike. We are brother and sister. By everything but blood.
I drive for hours. Around town, on the highway. As I'm stuck behind the wheel in traffic I consider running away.
Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I'll go home, pretend everything is OK and tonight I will leave my lying parents to go off on my own. I will do what the police isn't. I will find Leah and I will kill whoever kidnapped her. The last is a not a fact, it's a promise.
* * *
Russia : Novosibirsk.
Once I head down stairs I slip into my Adrian mode.
Adrian mode consists of showing no emotions and not betraying my true feelings by various facial expressions.
The house is huge, almost more a palace. For most Russians, we, the noble Ivanov family, have lived here for generations. Fact or fiction ? Truth be told, I am the third generation after my parents parents and my mother and father. But many other family members such as cousins or uncles and aunts have lived with us, which makes the long list of descendents less spaced out, more suitable for the human life span.
Once I reach the dinning room I seat myself and present my excuses for my tardiness.
Mom walks over to me and pulls me into a hug.
“С Днем Рождения моего сына.'' Happy birthday my son.
“Спасибо Мать.” Thank you mother.
I really do love my Myat.
My father doesn't acknowledge this exchange. He doesn't believe in birthdays since he says we will never die, why take the time to count ?
I for one don't actually care but it is still nice to receive the good wishes.
As we eat I let my thoughts drift towards the nameless saint from my dream. She was so soft, yet so strong. So sensible, so fragile but at the same time, quite though. No words could describe Adrian's feeling towards the stranger.
No, maybe one...
* * *
Florida. Florida City.
I drive back home. My future plans unravel while I approach our house.
The house Leah and I played in. With the reassuring yard that separated us from the whole world.
The safe from the dangerous. We were in the green, up until a few weeks ago at least. Now my life had darkened to a bloody red. A blood stain on pure white. A big, ugly, messy blotch of wrong in the middle of the right.
Yeah, that's how I saw this horrible situation.
As I pulled up the drive way and parked my car I saw my “sister's” diary, half hidden under a woolen throw that I used to cover the beaten up back seat.
I can't believe it's already the 14th of October. Time flew by so fast.
I grab Leah's beloved secret journal and walk up the steeps and through the front door.
Mom and dad are waiting for me. It seems like they haven't moved since the last time I stormed out.
“Honey are you alright ?” Mom's voice sounds so heartbroken.
“No I'm not alright.” I head for the hall, on the left of the main entrance, the stairs are after the living room which leaves me no choice but to walk next to them.
Dad reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Get your hands off of me you lying bastered !” I scream.
“Darik !” I look into my mother's eyes but I feel no sympathy.
Instead I turn, my father having let go and head towards my room were I start packing my things.
I include all my money. I while not be coming back.
I head into Leah's room and take some of her stuff too. When I find her she'll probably thank me.
Once everything is packed there's have nothing left to do but wait. Wait until night and my chance to slip out.