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Shale? Dude; Can you hear me now?! (On the airship)
Topic Started: Mar 11 2009, 12:00 AM (141 Views)
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"You know you never talk about your family, Shale?"

"What do you mean?" Shale asked inquisitively, an eyebrow instantly perking up at the sound of Jet's voice behind him. He was staring at a picture hanging on the wall in his bedroom of him and Celia at the beach when she was a toddler, and he had thought the door behind him was closed. No, apparently someone had broken the lock- which was why Jet was in there in the first place. Shale had assumed when it hadn't clicked, but hey, he wasn't a repairman. Wishful thinking was more along his lines.

The picture was fairly innocent- little Celia was holding a fish and Shale was panicking like the fish would eat her alive. Whoever had taken the picture had a sense of humor.

"I talk about Celia all the time."


"No, I mean where you came from." Jet leaned against the doorway. "Like your mother and father. Did you have any siblings?"

"That's not really any of your business," Shale said quietly, his hands lifting to cross over his chest. His brow furrowed, and he glanced down at the frayed cuff of his long sleeved tan trench coat.

"Half of your pictures have you wearing a hat. I've never seen you in that hat."

"Jet, don't you have floors to mop?"

"I understand if you had family problems, Shale, but it's not really good to keep them all pent up. Bust a pillow sometime. Or get a lady friend, and-"

Shale turned to look over his shoulder, his dark eyes narrowing as he gave the other a pointed glare.

"Fine, a lady like man friend-"

"Obviously I'm not trying hard enough with glaring at you, am I?"

"Oh, I thought that was for the lady jest."

"No, it was a 'get the hell out of my office' glare, Jet."

"Oh." Jet lifted his hand, rubbing the back of his neck as his thick dark eyebrows furrowed. "Oh. I'll go then. By the way, we're flying over Maeonia. Wilson went down in a boat to fetch Celia near the boarder. We spotted her down there a few minutes ago."

"Thanks."

Jet lumbered out of his office, shutting the door gently behind him.

Shale, left in the sheer quietness of the room around him, stared at the wall with an impending feeling of doom. How long ago had it been that his family had been normal? What, he was nearly thirty now. Really, he was just over fifty, but who had to know that little tidbit of information? A few youth potions never hurt anyone.

It wasn't the potions on his mind tonight, however. It was the entirety of his past- every single crime he had committed, every single decision that led him down a rocky road with no looking back. What had he lost now? Had he really gained anything?

The only thing he could think of actually gaining anything of worth was Celia, but even then, if she had to live in a different world- he would have rather made different choices if it meant avoiding this outcome. This was as good as not being born at all.

And what of his father and mother?

Few knew that his father was actually a vampire hunter. What they didn't know was that his mother didn't die in child birth. No, she didn't die by the hand of a vampire, either.

She was a vampire.

And Shale hadn't connected the story until one day when he went back to his old place. Of course, after his crimes, he had fallen out of the legal systems- but when he came clean, and admitted his faults and paid the penalties, he was set free with his rights. It was then he came across the diary of his mother- not his step mother, no, his mother. The reason his father quit his first profession was because of her; he learned that not all vampires were purely evil, but actually humans inside a mysterious exterior. Not even his father had told him of this fact, no matter how much time had passed and how many chances he had gotten. All Shale could gather from the incident was that his mother wasn't interested in settling down, and they intended to travel but something went wrong. They waited a nearly year for a surrogate mother to have Shale. When they finally were presented with him, Shale's mother left his father.

There was no death.

It turns out that the headstone that his mother laid underneath was actually a decoy for townspeople, and the stepmother he had always said was not his mother was actually his birth mother.

So all the years of his father teaching him how to kill vampires- it wasn't because of some demonic curse the family was underneath. It was because he was angry that he had been duped by a vampire, and was left in the dust with a son he couldn't be proud of.

Shale was really, somewhere in his genetic pattern, half vampire. Which technically was not possible- unless the frozen eggs of a vampire were mixed with living human DNA, and planted in a surrogate mother. Now it made a lot more sense that he was attracted to vampires all this time, and why his father always had hated him. A guilty hate. Not really pure hatred- after all, he was his son- but the sort of hatred that he was the beginning of the problem, and Shale was undoubtedly the result that reminded him of the biggest mistake of his life.

As Shale stared at the picture of him and his daughter, a frown formed on his lips.

Would he feel like that towards Celia someday? Would he blame her in his old age for being the result of abandonment?

He couldn't say. After all, that same feeling of being abandoned churned inside of him- though more strongly then his father's first lost. Shale was known as the player of hundreds, so it wasn't anything new to him.

Perhaps that would be his aid, the fact that really- no one had broken his heart yet.

Why be broken when there's so much to give?

But the thought of his mother being out there made a chill creep up his spine. Some day, somewhere, they would meet. And at that point in Shale's life, he would most likely be remembered that it took two to tango in order to come to the result of a child- and that person obviously had been out of the picture of Celia's life. Would she grow up with the same regret? Making the same choices? Living the same life?

He really didn't want that to happen. No, he didn't want her to be a repeat of himself.

He didn't want her to be anything like him. He didn't want her to be a failure.
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