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Chapter 27: Fate, Sin, and Flash.
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In an apartment, entering with half-empty bags of McDonald's, Troy and Honey made their way to the sitting room.
"I need a leak." Troy turned and walked to the bathroom, while Honey's phone rang as she picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered, an eyebrow raised because it was an unknown number. But instead of a continuation, she paused, eyes blinking a tad too much.
Then her hand moved to her chest; her heart beating so loud that she thought it was a heart attack.
"Okay," she finally said, breath hitched. "Yeah, I'll… see what I can do."
Then the call ended, only cut off by the other end.
"You know…" Troy suddenly appeared from the bathroom, "If I had left, I wouldn't have to deal with this stuff—"
But Troy's feet halted. Eyes narrowing as she turned a glance, Honey was crying.
So, he stepped closer, and unexpectedly, slowly, without rush, she neared him, and he pulled her in for a hug.
"It's my mom," Honey said, not even awaiting the question of reason.
Troy's arms tightened around her. "Relax," he said.
But Honey slumped deeper onto his chest, as though his words were nothing more but whispers.
"Um…" Troy's words were hesitant, "Is she—?"
The tightening of Honey's arms gave him the answer. So, without question, he yielded to her embrace, giving back what she had gifted.
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"I know him," Carlisle said, eyes turning to those around him.
"What?" Edward stepped closer.
Carlisle glanced at Esme, who awkwardly nodded with a fading smile; he had informed her 2 hours ago.
"I first heard about him when I was with the Volturi 300 years ago." Carlisle continued, "But, even then, it was mostly stories and… theories to begin with—"
"300 years?" Rosalie raised a brow when she whispered, with Edyth and the rest shifting at the words. "But… I thought Alice said he was seventeen?"
"I'm not talking about Troy." Carlisle turned when he said it, with his hands meeting above the knees. "I'm talking about Dracula."
Jasper stepped forward, as though even then, his enhanced hearing still wasn't enough. And the rest of them turned their eyes to him in halt.
Then, the silence persisted, lasting a moment too much.
"His first sightings were rumoured to be in Wallachia, but no one knew the point of his origin." Carlisle's voice lowered the longer he mattered. "The oldest of us swore he saw him; he promised the man was real."
"When was that?" Rosalie asked with a whisper, and although her words were unintentional, Carlisle nodded.
"No one knows." Carlisle said, "But… about eighteen hundred years ago, there were whispers that the Volturi executed him themselves."
Beside them, unseen, Alice twitched.
Edward raised a brow, "Why?"
But Carlisle didn't rush to answer; he just waited, eyes turned to Alice, who had hers turned downward.
"He's Troy's father," Edward said after reading Alice's thoughts. Then he trailed and shifted his head toward her. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Edward, it's not that simple." Carlisle interrupted him this time. "Dracula was executed eighteen hundred years ago. Troy is seventeen, it's not possible."
Edward's eyes widened, "Then why is this important?"
"Because… Troy's situation might be similar." Carlisle stood, placing both hands within his pockets. "I asked Alice to invite him over."
"What?!" Rosalie shot upward. But Emmett held onto her figure while pulling.
Carlisle turned to her. "It's the only way I'll know if I'm right."
"His being hunted by the Volturi… am I the only person who's looking at this from a different perspective?" Rosalie turned to Edythe, who now stood shoulder to shoulder with Jasper, unresponsive. Then her eyes drifted toward Edward, then towards the love of her life.
"Rosalie." Esme broke silent. "We know. But the faster we understand him, the simpler it gets… think of Alice."
Rosalie's eyes finally turned to the person she had been avoiding; how dare she neglect the feelings of the same person she called sister?
Alice's head lifted, and as if unaffected, a smile embraced the lips.
Rosalie's eyes closed as if seeking the comfort of darkness, but a moment later, they unsealed, and she walked upstairs, grunting under her breath.
"Are you sure about this?" Edward questioned. But instead of an answer, Carlisle nodded.
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"That's bullshit!"
"Gina." Troy jumped in, eyes turned, an indication for her to mind her words.
"What?!" Gina questioned, staring at Honey, who was seated on the sofa, cuddling a large pillow. "She kicked her out, Troy."
Honey wiped some tears. "It's okay, that was three years ago—"
"Honey, you were fourteen!" Gina said, voice roaring. "You had nowhere to live, you came crying to me, crying!"
Troy couldn't even respond to her claim; he just sat there, watching.
"The audacity of that bitch—" The last word was a whisper, so Honey couldn't properly hear it. "Why'd you think she wants to fix things now?"
Honey slumped deeper on the seat from the question.
Gina's eyes trailed to them, fully expecting an answer. They moved from Honey, then toward Troy, and even to the mirror hanging beside the room, which reflected her own self.
"She wants money." Gina finally said, tears on the verge of falling from her eyes. "That's all she wants… fuck this."
Gina rose, then stormed to the guest room.
But she was right; Honey was just blinded by empathy. The same blindness that brought death to God in the flesh.
"Please, come with me?" Honey asked, and Troy nodded a bit too early, perhaps before considering the meaning of her intent.
Not all connections brought goodness, and he knew it.
Then, by instinct alone, Troy stood up, walked toward her, and sat as she lay her head on his chest.
There was nothing intimate about it, just silent peace, something distant, yet somehow close enough to linger.
And both heaven and hell knew that type of peace would soon escape them, and when realization would come forth, all would be done.
Because in true reality, all things must come and all things must finish.
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