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mean.”
“Yes, I came to see Dad, but Nicky, he's gone. I went to our house, he sold it and left. Do you know where he went?”
There's a long silence on the other end of the line. “Um Tegan, your dad was pretty upset when he found out you'd left. He kept calling me asking questions, in the end I had to tell him about Matthew. He seemed to accept that what happened was a good enough excuse for you to want to go away. The last time he called me was in the middle of the night. He was really upset and kept telling me that no matter who came asking that I wasn't to tell them anything about you. I haven't heard from him since. I thought he'd finally come to terms with you being gone.”
“How long ago was that?” I ask, fear catching in my throat.
“Over a year at least,” she says.
Images of my father running away from the vampires consume my thoughts. My lungs hurt. They fill up with so much guilt and anxiety that it's almost hard to function.
Nicky continues, “Hey, I'm sure he's alright Tegan. You know how my parents sold our house a few years ago and moved to the countryside to retire? That's probably what your dad did too. You'll find him eventually.”
I'm almost certain that moving away and retiring is not at all what my dad had been doing, but I can't tell Nicky that. She doesn't know anything about the vampires.
“I hope you're right,” I tell her.
“So,” she says, a smile in her voice, “when can I see you?”
I think a moment. “Tomorrow, I'll come to your place around lunch time.”
“Sounds good, I'll see you then.”
We say our goodbyes and hang up. Wolf comes and hops onto the couch, it gives me the fright of my life. I'd been lost in my own head for a minute. Lost in worry. Wolf sits down, resting his head on my lap. I don't know what to do for a minute, and I'm scared that if I move or try to get up that he'll start growling. So instead I make myself relax, and stroke a hand over his silky black and gold fur. He makes a contented humming sound, and eventually I'm completely calm with him. I hadn't noticed it before, but there's something meditative about Finn's dog, especially when you get lost in petting him and he does the dog version of purring.
I stay there for more than an hour, just sorting through my thoughts and letting the massive dog sleep on my lap. Lunch time comes around quickly and I go into the kitchen to see what there is to eat. I make a mushroom omelette. Wolf has followed me in and watches my every move, perhaps he's hungry too. I take the big bag of dog biscuits out of the cupboard and pour some into his feeding bowl. He seems happy with this and goes over to munch on them. I sit down at the table with my omelette, and just as I'm about to tuck in, something odd occurs.
My hand hovers in the air above the fork, and the fork begins to hum and vibrate. It's as though there is some kind of electrical charge coming from my body. I quickly put my hand down on my lap and immediately the fork goes still. What the hell? Slowly I raise my hand up again, hold it over the fork, and this time it floats up off the table. I keep lifting my hand higher and higher, and quite amazingly, the fork follows.
Wolf leaves his food and hops up onto one of the chairs, resting his big paws on the surface of the table and watching as the fork levitates in mid-air. Then he looks at me, with wise eyes that are almost human, and tilts his head to the side, as though trying to figure me out. I make a swift pushing motion with my hand and the fork flies across the room.
Shock and surprise consume me. Had I really just made the fork move without so much as touching it? The image of my mother casting her spell on me when I was only a baby fills my head. She had used such powerful magic at the time. Did some of it contaminate me as a result, or do I have a talent for spells just like my mother had? A frustrated sigh escapes my lips. Why do things I don't understand
“Yes, I came to see Dad, but Nicky, he's gone. I went to our house, he sold it and left. Do you know where he went?”
There's a long silence on the other end of the line. “Um Tegan, your dad was pretty upset when he found out you'd left. He kept calling me asking questions, in the end I had to tell him about Matthew. He seemed to accept that what happened was a good enough excuse for you to want to go away. The last time he called me was in the middle of the night. He was really upset and kept telling me that no matter who came asking that I wasn't to tell them anything about you. I haven't heard from him since. I thought he'd finally come to terms with you being gone.”
“How long ago was that?” I ask, fear catching in my throat.
“Over a year at least,” she says.
Images of my father running away from the vampires consume my thoughts. My lungs hurt. They fill up with so much guilt and anxiety that it's almost hard to function.
Nicky continues, “Hey, I'm sure he's alright Tegan. You know how my parents sold our house a few years ago and moved to the countryside to retire? That's probably what your dad did too. You'll find him eventually.”
I'm almost certain that moving away and retiring is not at all what my dad had been doing, but I can't tell Nicky that. She doesn't know anything about the vampires.
“I hope you're right,” I tell her.
“So,” she says, a smile in her voice, “when can I see you?”
I think a moment. “Tomorrow, I'll come to your place around lunch time.”
“Sounds good, I'll see you then.”
We say our goodbyes and hang up. Wolf comes and hops onto the couch, it gives me the fright of my life. I'd been lost in my own head for a minute. Lost in worry. Wolf sits down, resting his head on my lap. I don't know what to do for a minute, and I'm scared that if I move or try to get up that he'll start growling. So instead I make myself relax, and stroke a hand over his silky black and gold fur. He makes a contented humming sound, and eventually I'm completely calm with him. I hadn't noticed it before, but there's something meditative about Finn's dog, especially when you get lost in petting him and he does the dog version of purring.
I stay there for more than an hour, just sorting through my thoughts and letting the massive dog sleep on my lap. Lunch time comes around quickly and I go into the kitchen to see what there is to eat. I make a mushroom omelette. Wolf has followed me in and watches my every move, perhaps he's hungry too. I take the big bag of dog biscuits out of the cupboard and pour some into his feeding bowl. He seems happy with this and goes over to munch on them. I sit down at the table with my omelette, and just as I'm about to tuck in, something odd occurs.
My hand hovers in the air above the fork, and the fork begins to hum and vibrate. It's as though there is some kind of electrical charge coming from my body. I quickly put my hand down on my lap and immediately the fork goes still. What the hell? Slowly I raise my hand up again, hold it over the fork, and this time it floats up off the table. I keep lifting my hand higher and higher, and quite amazingly, the fork follows.
Wolf leaves his food and hops up onto one of the chairs, resting his big paws on the surface of the table and watching as the fork levitates in mid-air. Then he looks at me, with wise eyes that are almost human, and tilts his head to the side, as though trying to figure me out. I make a swift pushing motion with my hand and the fork flies across the room.
Shock and surprise consume me. Had I really just made the fork move without so much as touching it? The image of my mother casting her spell on me when I was only a baby fills my head. She had used such powerful magic at the time. Did some of it contaminate me as a result, or do I have a talent for spells just like my mother had? A frustrated sigh escapes my lips. Why do things I don't understand
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