well darling,” My mother said as she clasped my father's hand.
“So you want me to sit down and calmly discuss the existence of vampires, who are supposedly after me, with you and what? Try to keep a straight face?” I asked, “Because I don't understand where you're going with this."
“I want you to respect your Mother and I and listen to our story,” Mac said
“Cormac, we have much to discuss with Willa, but we also have to figure out what to do,” Cecily said. “I think we have to get in touch with my mother. I believe that's the best way to acclimate Willa."
"I agree but first I need to figure out how to get a hold of her..." Mac started
“Woo, hold up, your mother? Do you mean my Grandmother?" I interrupted, “The grandmother that supposedly died in a car accident years ago?"
“Yes, my mother, Winifred." replied Cecily. “I think the Isle is for the best"
“I agree, my darling,” said Mac. “Willa, I need you to come and sit with your mother. There is much to tell you and prepare you for what is to come.”
“OK, I get the fact that the strip club may not have been the best idea. Seriously can I go to bed now because I’m beat and have lost all patience with this little game?”
"WILLA,” Cormac yelled. “You will sit down with your mother right now and you will show her and me the respect we deserve. I realize that this information is going to come as a shock to you. I also realize we have lied and kept things from you. Now is not the time for your flippancy. We fully take responsibility for our actions and will deal with them as a family in due time. Right now it’s vital that you sit and listen to her. I have to figure out how to get out of this mess and get us all to safety.”
I stood a little shell-shocked. My father only yelled at me a few times in my life and this time he was deadly serious. What put me in a state of stupor though was the blue light that pulsated around him like a halo. I could not have moved my feet to save my life, and my tongue felt heavy in my mouth making it hard for me to form any words.
“Ok, I'll sit down with Mom,” I stammered
“Thank you,” my father said. “Willa I'm sorry for yelling, it's just that...”
“I get it. Ok, well not really, but I see you’re serious, and I will try to listen as best as I can. You both have pretty much thrown me for a loop. I'm not sure whether to be scared that this is real or scared you have taken a one-way trip on the crazy bus, but I'll listen.”
"That's all I’m asking for right now,” my father said softly as he walked over and gave me a hug
“It’s going to be all right Willy Dilly, I swear to you. Go easy on her.” At that, he left the room and disappeared into his study.
I walked over to the couch and sat next to my mother. She stared down into her hands lost in thought. I realized that this was the first time I had ever been uncomfortable around my mother. I didn't know what to say or where even to look. Luckily my Mom took the reins and clutched my hands before she started speaking.
“Once upon a time Willa there was magic everywhere. Magical beings were not feared but revered. Their uniqueness and magical abilities had been looked upon with great respect and all walks of life coexisted in peace and harmony. But where there is good, evil always lurks, poised to smother the light with its darkness. So eventually those unique individuals with power and magic in their veins were forced to hide. Either amongst humans or they created their own worlds on different dimensions from ours.
“The story of our clan, The Clan of Skye, is the same story my Mother told me. Gypsies are thought to be mostly Romanian or Eastern European but according to my Great-Grandmother her clan originated in India in the 12th century. Now, there had been many clans or travelers as we also have been called, but the Clan of Skye is known to be the