(49) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

“You know I want your father’s head.” I stare at Daniel. Wonder what his response will be.

He looks away. Everywhere but at me. Mutters. “I know.”

“Kid, he’s one of them. And he lied to you big time to keep you from going after his kind with the tools you needed to take them on. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Yeah.” He finally looks at me. “But he’s my father. What would you do if you were in my place? You don’t have to answer cause I know what it’ll be.” Frowning. “Or do I? Where is your father, or do you even know who it was?”

“I know.” Tightening the rein on my emotions. Tell him calmly about the bastard. And what I did. “That’s why I hate them, why I kill them. No one hires me. I do it because I can. And because every damned one of them deserves to die.”

“There have to be some that don’t.” He’s fighting for a reason. He doesn’t want to kill his father. Despite all he knows now.

“Daniel, it’s possible that some are,” I shrug, “not totally evil. But your father’s not one of those. I won’t force you to lead me to him. It’s a decision you have to make on your own. Just realize that he’s no better than any of the others. Worse, in fact, because he used you to eliminate a rival. He didn’t even have the balls to do it himself.”

“That’s not…” He stops. Scowls. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. But damn it he’s my father. Good or bad I still love him. I think.”

“You think? I suppose that’s a step in the right direction. Daniel, you have to make some choices. You are what you are, just like me. You can play around with it, or you can be serious and put what was given to you to good use. If you decide to truly be what you are, then I’ll do as I promised and teach you. It’s up to you.” I get up. Heading to the door. “Call me when you’ve made up your mind.”

“Trevor. Wait.”

Turning. “Yes?”

“Teach me.” He sounds uncertain still. But there’s conviction in those two words as well.

So I do.