After telling him everything, my father stared at me with wide eyes.
“Who is Alias?” He asked me. “I never heard of him. Is he a new vampire?”
“Half-vampire.” I corrected him.
“Still not explaining who he is.”
“He’s… He's your grandson.”
The room grew quiet and father just sat there, staring at me like he was staring at a reflection of himself.
“’You have a son?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I have a son.” I said.
“Why am I just now finding out about him?”
“Because we weren’t in communication at the time.”
“Hm….”
My father nodded his head before he looked around the room.
“So, tell me about him. How old is he? Who does he look like? Does he drink blood?”
“Yeah, he does and he's four years old. He'll be five next month.”
“He has no features of his mom.” Kieran chuckled.
