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Today’s feature is:
Would You Stay Pt 3
Written by Saneatra Polk
I touched the door, and my whole life flashed before me; dad leaving us, a missing puzzle piece and the heavy feeling like I never belonged anywhere. Twenty years of silence, broken by a mysterious letter and a five-hour drive I was reluctant to take. Now, only a thin piece of wood separated me from my father. I slowly pushed it open, not knowing what to expect on the other side. The door let out the tiniest creak.
My dad stood at a massive window. Outside, birds were chirping and flying about normally and nothing like the dead birds outside. He turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and I instantly recognized the man from my childhood. He held his arm out to me, a faint smile on his lips. “I knew you’d walk through that door sooner than later.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice cracking. Suddenly, I felt like that six-year-old girl all over again, standing in the middle of our living room floor, watching my father walk out the door to never return.
His expression was dead serious. “Because you are a Miracle. In our bloodline, we only produce male vampires. A female is unheard of. That is why I named you what I did. But a woman in our lineage isn’t just rare—she is the absolute strongest of us all.” He took a step toward me, his eyes burning with an urgency that made my stomach drop. “There is a battle on the horizon, Miracle. And we need you to lead us.”
My mind spun. Vampires? Lineage? Leadership? I opened my mouth to shout, to tell him he was insane, but a violent banging erupted from the front door downstairs.
Dad panicked. “They’re coming for me,” he breathed, his eyes darting to the hallway. “They think I’m crazy.” He rushed to a glass cabinet, pulled out a massive, worn leather-bound book, and shoved it hard into my arms.
Before I could even grip it properly, two men in crisp white orderly uniforms burst into the room.
My dad immediately held his hands up in surrender. “Read the book! It’s all in the book!” he yelled as the orderlies grabbed his arms.
I stood paralyzed in the middle of the floor, bewildered as the men forced my dad out of the room. Just before they pushed him down the stairs, he managed to look back over his shoulder. “It’s going to be a long night,” he said. And then, his lips parted. Right before my eyes, his teeth elongated, sharp fangs sliding down into view before he vanished into the stairwell.
“What the hell…” I whispered into the sudden silence. Left entirely alone in the dark mini-mansion, I looked down at the heavy cover in my hands, slowly running my fingers over the deeply engraved letters. I had a choice to make, but as I clutched the leather tight against my chest, I knew one thing for certain.
I wasn’t leaving this cabin.
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