Chapter 112
Charlie POV
Once I had calmed down, the three of us sat in silence, waiting on news from Daniel, I couldn’t stop Dermot’s words from repeating in my mind.
“I’ll make a fresh pot,” Dermot announced, he stood up and shared a look with Siobhan, I wondered if witches had a silent form of communication, or if they had just known each other so long that they needed no words to let the other know what they were thinking. As soon as Dermot turned on the faucet, Siobhan leaned in closer to me, across the table.
“You said your uncle might be Zeus? As in the Greek God? Or someone else? Because it sounds like you think you’re a goddess...” She whispered, a concerned look on her face.
“I don’t think I’m a goddess, but other people do. And it seems that my uncle, whatever he is, is working with the vampires to take over the world, and I’ve seen what happens, it's terrible, everything looked dead. I just wish I knew why, why would my uncle need the King of the vampires to help him?” I asked, the question that had been bugging me was finally freed of the entanglements of my subconscious, to come out of my mouth.
“I don’t know, but he must have made a hell of an argument.” Siobhan sighed to herself.
“What do you mean?” I asked it was like she had shone a spotlight on a loose thread that had previously gone unnoticed, but I still couldn’t see where it was coming from.
“Well, you know, vampires, they don’t trust anyone that isn’t one of them. And if your uncle convinced the King of the vampires to work with him and trust him, he must’ve been very convincing. I know you believe whatever you’ve been told, and I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I find it hard to believe. Vampires don’t even consider their mates their equals if they are another species, why would they listen to your uncle? Even if he convinced them he was a god, they are more likely to see him as a threat than to join him.” Siobhan reasoned.
“Unless he is one of them,” I said, it felt like a piece slotting into place easily. “What if he created the vampires? My mother said he couldn’t create like his siblings, so he corrupted and polluted their creations. My uncle is the King of the vampires, it’s the only thing that makes sense.” I gasped, some of the questions that hounded me, were satiated by the theory.
“If that’s true, it would certainly make more sense to me,” Siobhan said quietly, reverting into herself as she thought about what my realisation could mean. Daniel’s voice popped into my head, which made me jump.
“Hey, Eric just got here, late, as usual, so Hyacinth is going through your vision with the Alphas now. I thought I would just give you a quick update before we get bogged down in negotiations for how to form an army.” He said, and I could hear the optimism in his voice.
“You should know, Siobhan and I have been talking, about how weird it is that the vampires are working with others, considering their dislike of anything not vampire, and we were thinking out loud about what my uncle could have said to convince them he’s not a threat but an ally... And I had the idea... that maybe they trust him because he is one of them. What if he is the King of the vampires?” I asked, a little tentatively.
“That would make sense, if he is the brother of our moon goddess, it would make sense he would have created his own species, perhaps they all have their own species?” Daniel wondered, and I found myself chuckling at the idea that I could hear Daniel trying to make sense of a theory I came up with, by making up another of his own, and all of it was happening in my head. It felt like a definition of insanity. “We will talk about this more with Hyacinth, but I have to get back to the meeting, there will be questions soon,” Daniel said apologetically.
“Alright, I love you, link me in a bit to let me know how things are going?” I asked, hopefully.
“Of course. I love you too, talk later.” He rushed before he shut the link.
“Charlie? You, okay?” Dermot asked as he put the teapot down on the table.
“Yes, sorry, was I talking out loud again? Daniel was just updating me on the meeting.” I explained, I ran my fingers through my hair in an effort not to crawl out of my skin. Being kept out of the loop, not knowing what the Alphas were thinking, was driving me crazy.
“Any news you wanna share?” Dermot asked.
“Eric is there now, he was late. Hyacinth is telling them about my vision, passing it off as her own.” I informed them.
“Who told you your uncle is working with the vampires?” Siobhan asked, suddenly, as if something had occurred to her.
“The woman in my vision, according to my mother, she is my aunt, Hera. She said that once we had stopped the vampires from taking over the packs, she would fight with us against her brother. So, if she is my aunt, and my father introduced her to my mother as his sister, so I don’t see why she wouldn’t be. Then my uncle must be working with the vampires, and we know the vampires have a king and one of my aunts could be the basis of the Lycan’s moon goddess, it would make sense that my uncle is the creator of the vampires, or at least Daniel thinks so.” I reasoned, trying to backtrack over my own thought process.
“There is a story, from the Fae’s religion, of a goddess making them.” Dermot offered like he was trying out my theory.
“Do you remember any of it? Sometimes even an oral history can reveal more than you were aware of.” I asked, remembering an anthropology class from college about the progression of histories in ancient civilisations.
“Not much, but I might have a written copy in one of my books.” Dermot got up from the table and left the room, a few seconds later I heard him dash up the stairs.
“Why do you doubt that you’re a goddess? You seem to believe everything else you’ve been told?” Siobhan asked a curious look on her face.
“I have no idea what my father was.” I sighed, resigned to telling her the truth. “But whatever it was, messed with my mother’s head. He abandoned us but has her believing it was in her best interest... let’s just say, whatever he is, he broke her heart and left her alone to struggle, my entire life, so believing he’s a god is asking a little too much faith in the man than he has ever earned.”
“Okay, fair enough. But what if he is?” Siobhan asked, with a smirk.
“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back at her.
“That will be one to tell the grandkids, I had a goddess in my kitchen, drinking my tea, they’ll think I’ve lost the plot!” Siobhan giggled to herself.
“Here it is!” Dermot announced from the top of the stairs before he rushed down them and into the kitchen. He reached his seat with a huff and plopped down on the chair, he opened an old leather-bound book, with writing too faded for me to make out, on the cover. “It’s a book of stories my great-grandfather wrote down, so we would be able to pass them on. I used to read them to the kids, remember?” He asked Siobhan, she nodded with a warm smile.
“How many children do you have?” I asked, curious.
“Eight.” They said in unison, with obvious enjoyment at the look of shock on my face.
“Wow, I can’t imagine how hard it would be with one kid, let alone eight,” I said, impressed by the couple’s bravery.
“It was chaotic at times, but worth it,” Siobhan said with a smile. “Anyway, which story is it? I haven’t heard those in almost twenty years!” She shocked me again, they looked no older than their late forties, but I realised they must have been much older, like Hyacinth.
“The Fairy Queen,” Dermot said, he turned the pages of the book until he found the right story.
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