Chapter 9: He knows!

Mr Parker sat across me in the chair I've kept for him, a strange type of silence stretched on as none of us has gotten the will to say anything since my canines went back to normal.
I wish I could explain what happened, I wished Mr Parker didn't take a note to stay far away from me though he was hiding it. But why did the fangs come out the moment I was called a liar for the second time?
"Lucian." Mr Parker started saying. "Are you a vampire?" He asked the question with so much seriousness on his face like we were only discussing the weather.
"Hell no! What sort of question is that? You and I know and we know fully well that vampires don't exist, it was simply imagined by a person who wanted a new example of fiction."
"Ooh! It was imagined by a person who wanted a new example of fiction, right?" Mr Parker replied; dragging up his eyebrows in a way I couldn't explain.
"Yes." I replied. "It's all fake!"
"How then can you explain what happened thirty minutes ago!" Mr Parker shouted, standing up from the chair.
"I don't know." I said as I closed my eyes. "It has never happened before, I really don't know what all this is about."
Mr Parker looked at my whitish grey eyes like he was expecting a clue to come out of it, he wanted to know if I was lying through my eyes. He sighed tiredly, then he sat down on his chair and hit the table between us to get my attention.
"I don't know if my observation is correct, Lucian." He said. "But I'm 70% sure you developed those fangs the moment I told you for a second time that I thought you were lying. It seems it came out because of the anger and rage you felt at me at that moment."
I shook my head as Mr Parker talked, everything sinking in my brain as it processed each of his words.
"The black wolf you saw Mr Parker." I suddenly said without thinking. "It wasn't a normal wolf, it was a werewolf!"
Mr Parker's mouth got open in a wide O when I said the last word. But to my curiosity, he didn't appear to be surprised.
"How'd you know it was a werewolf?" He said, not a single glitter of shock or eagerness in his eyes.
I silenced the distracting sounds in my ear and concentrated on Mr Parker's heartbeat. It was slow and steady with no signs of curiosity attached to it. And I suddenly started to get the feeling that he knew about werewolves even before I did.
"I went with Ben to a bar four days ago, and we saw three muscular guys wearing all blacks. Then we got out hastily from the bar because of fear, and to cut the long story short, the three guys blocked us on the way when we were running. They each shifted to a black wolf and came forward to attack us when…" I suddenly stopped, realising that my wolf didn't want me to go any further.
"When what, Lucian?" Mr Parker said, kicking my leg and urging me to continue.
I brought up my hands to my hair as I scratched like it was badly itching me. "I don't remember the rest." I vented out in my poker voice.
Mr Parker suddenly hit the table and stood up saying, "How can you say you've forgotten what happened just four days ago?"
"Yeah, I've forgotten!" I exclaimed before I stood up, his anger not matching up to half a quarter of mine. "Why am I even having this discussion with an old man, anyways? What's the freaking use of calling me out to answer your stupid questions and at the end you say I'm lying about my answers."
'I'm done!" I said, glancing at my watch as I started to walk into the house. But Mr Parker said something that made me stop, "You're a werewolf?" The way he said it wasn't a question, it seemed like he was hundred percent sure I was, "A Werewolf."
I turned around to look at him, his expression as cool as we were talking about an entirely normal thing.
"What did you just say?" I asked to make sure I didn't imagine the question.
"I said, you're a werewolf. What's so bad about that? Werewolves aren't real, did you forget that? They were simply imagined by a person who wanted a new example of fiction!"
"......" The silence was choking this time, I couldn't get a tiny grasp of what Mr Parker meant. The only thing I was sure of was that he knew something I didn't know.
"I don't understand what you mean by everything you just said." I replied when I finally found my voice.
"Follow me, Lucian." He said. "I'd like to show you something.
He started walking out of the compound in a hurrying way like he just remembered that he had something important to do at home.
I followed him sluggishly as I wondered what he wanted to show me. We got to Mr Parker's gate and he opened it slowly. Walking in, I noticed that he changed the house paint from blue to grey since the last time I was here.
We both walked to the front door passing his old Peugeot car on the way. He opened the door and we got into the house. The inside hadn't changed, it was just as the last time I saw it but the only difference I noticed was that he'd removed the picture frames of his wife which hung on the wall in the sitting room.
"I guess he did it to not tear up anything he stared at the pictures." I muttered to myself.
"Did you say something?" Mr Parker said, staring suspiciously at me.
"Me?" I asked. "No, I didn't say anything."
Mr Parker looked at me again for a while before he said, "This way."
I followed him to a room which I guess was his wifes'. He turned the key to the door the first time, It made a low noise like it hadn't been opened in for a while. "Prolly rusted." Mr Parker muttered before he tried again.
The door opened with a small screech as I stared to see what was inside. My eyes suddenly opened wide when I saw a picture on the wall. It was a picture of a black wolf whose fangs I could see. That was not the funny thing, though. The funny thing was that the picture was split in two halfs and in the other half stood a woman. Mr Parker's wife!
"My wife was a werewolf." Mr Parker said, his eyes going sad as I quickly noticed that he silenced the "Was."
I got dumbfounded, my voice box stopped working and the temperature in the room went from cool to hot.
Mr Parker walked to the bed in the room and sat down, then he stared into space and I could tell he was thinking about his late wife.
"Did you know she was a werewolf before you married her?" I suddenly asked without thinking.
Mr Parker's sad eyes stared into my soul after I asked the question. "Yes, I knew she was!" He replied, his answer touching me to my bones.
"That was one of the many reasons I married her. She was special."
I thought of a thing to say to lift his mood, to make him forget about his wife for a moment. But the question that came out of my mouth was, "How then are you sure that I'm a werewolf?"
"I knew from the length of your fangs and the fact that the black wolf of yesterday almost killed you!"
"….."