Chapter 2: The Love of Parents

Author’s Note

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Note: Usually in Kitty POV!

I stroll down the street where my mother just scolded me with a blank expression while people glared and whispered. My blank expression is like a wall shielding me away from the hurtful things people say. Many times I wanted to scream ‘I can hear you! I do have feelings!’ but I know everyone would just think worse of me. I walk past a father and son carving a wooden statue of Judas. I frown at how they captured him – with a smile and kneeling down infront of villagers. My father would never do that, his pride is worth more than his life. My hand travel to my bandaged wrist, last night I snuck into his room to see the original pendent of Judas 1st the Traitor and in return got a twisted wrist. It’s not my fault I got curious right? I mean it’s a good thing I want to learn about out ancestors. (A/N: It was said Judas betrayed Jesus for the Romans, etc.) Suddenly I feel a shadow over me; no one approaches me unless they have to. I look up and see the menacing face of my blond father. “Hello father, what can I do for you?” I feel my feet taken off the ground but couldn’t stop what was going to happen. I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for my prolonged death but it never happened, an icy voice full of mock disapprovment interrupted him. “Now, now isn’t that your daughter, I certainly wouldn’t do that to such a talented and beautiful girl.” There was a dark chuckle and suddenly I was on the ground facing Judas gasping for my longed air. I turned around to face my savior to see 3 black cloaked figures. The one that spoke took off his hood that revealed an attractive man around his 30’s in physical age with silver cat-like eyes and bright red hair. There were several gasps that came from the audience that had gathered. The man smiled widely showing off fangs and a forked tongue when he spoke. “Well, long time no see Jude. Miss me?” A smirk was playing at the edge of his mouth while father looked like he was about to burst. “Marcus, what are you doing here!? You have no right to interrupt important family business.” Marcus simply raised an eyebrow “Really? And pray tell why you were choking my child?” Did he just say his child!? How could it be? Judas spluttered “What she’s your child!? It can’t be she’s mine! ” with that Judas reached out to grab my hair before yanking it and slapping me across the face. He had a sneer in place “See mine, she can’t do anything about how I treat her, she is my daughter!” Marcus seemed calm yet a disgusted look came across his face “Well they way you treat her it doesn’t seem so, well that and the results to the Spiritual genetics test. You are entitled to adopt her but only if I consent, which I don’t.” Marcus stepped forward using one arm to gently pull me toward him while the other pried the Judas off me, surprisingly with ease. Even though he was gentle my wrist previously twisted by bastard no.1 hurt like hell so I immediately cringed but what surprised me was Marcus pulling me into a hug and murmuring comforting words a parent should give. A death glare was given to Judas though. “Come, let me take you to my hotel room. That wrist looks bad.” To be Continued…Next: Chapter 3: Gifts