Fruit of Misfortune
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Authors: Nely Cab
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by: Nely Cab
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I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.
-Revelation 21:6
For my grandmother, Linda, who asked me to write her
a story.
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David was still fast asleep. I looked in my
compact mirror to fix my makeup. The pupils of my green eyes had
grown thin and long, like that of a serpent. I turned to a
passenger that was seated across the aisle from us and hissed
before I attacked.
Crushing her throat between my jaws made her
body jerk. My tongue savored the iron in her blood. I felt its
warmth trickle down the side of my mouth and over my chin. She
squirmed, fighting for her life, gasping for air, and clawing her
fingers into my arms. Finally, her eyes rolled back, her body
becoming a limp piece of meat that no longer held my interest.
The passengers’ screams reminded me I wasn’t
alone. I raised my head in search of new prey. The terror that
filled their eyes delivered me into the open arms of euphoria.
Feeling the bliss of satiation, I realized that I liked to
kill.
The monster was
still submerged deep inside of me. But the person responsible for
creating it had at last surfaced. His name was S. Leumas. That was
all I knew about him—my biological father. The last letter I had
received was postmarked from Athens, Greece, and that was where the
search would begin.
Before I left Texas, Alezzander—David’s
dad—had paid off someone to investigate the cashier’s check my
father had included in his latest letter. The employee found only
trivial notes in the bank’s database, claiming the customer profile
was so old that details of that record had been lost with system
upgrades through the years. S. Leumas knew well how to cover his
tracks. He didn’t want to be found.
There was no address listed on the bank’s
system; however, the city he resided in
was
on
file—Kyparissia. The small town located by the sea was once called
Arcadia, and it was our destination.
I was mortified knowing I was some sort of
hybrid. I would become a different species after my eighteenth
birthday—my coming of age. I had turned eighteen just last month,
but I didn’t know exactly when this change would occur. And
whatever
thing
I became, David would transform into it as
well. I’m his worst mistake. If he hadn’t given me the Star Crest,
so that he could be with me without breaking the laws of the
Council, he wouldn’t be doomed. He could’ve lived forever.
Using their healing and empathic abilities,
the Chioses—David’s family—speculated that our change would be
internal. Only, they had never come across a Creatura that looked
human. How could they be so sure I wouldn’t turn into a
monster?
I was living blind. My only hope was to find
my father. Maybe he would have the answers I needed.
***
“Isis,” David whispered into my ear.
I felt my body jerk as my name echoed through
my head and brought me back to consciousness. The bitter taste of
blood was fresh on my tongue.