Chapter 8

Kyra was training vigorously with Gerald when she got an unexpected visitor. Gerald's butler, James, came downstairs to the basement and knocked on the door to Gerald's gym.

“Sir, Miss Kyra has a visitor.” James says, opening the door to the gym.

“Who is it, James?” Gerald asks. “We're a little busy right now.”

“It's Miss Kyra's father.”

Seeing the shocked look on Kyra's face, Gerald covers, “James, have him wait upstairs for her.”

“Okay.” James goes back upstairs and informs Mr. Levine to have a seat in the sitting room where Miss Kyra will join him shortly.

Kyra has wanted to speak with her father ever since she found out the truth about her mother's death. But she was afraid of confronting him with the truth. Kyra always thought of her relationship with her father to be fairly close, but ever since the truth came out, Kyra felt estranged from him.

Gerald helped Kyra contain her composure enough to be able to confront her father. As soon as she felt in control, Kyra headed upstairs to finally confront her father.

“Hello, Daddy.” Kyra said as soon as she got upstairs to the sitting room.

“Kyra, darling.” her father said, when he saw her for the first time in years. “Sweetheart, I heard the news and I knew I had to come see you.”

“Daddy, why did you lie about mother's death?” Kyra asked.

“I-I-I-I don't know?” Mr. Levine stammered. “I was afraid, I guess.”

“Didn't you think I could handle the truth?” Kyra asked.

“Kyra, darling. You have to understand. I never cared for your mother's job as slayer. I always had a fear of losing her and when it came true and Jared killed her. . . . . “

“Daddy, I understand. I just wish you could have trusted me with the truth.” Kyra told him.

“Darling, I had just lost your mother. I couldn't lose you too. I knew that with your mother's death, Gerald would be by to take you away and teach you your slayer duties. So I took you far away so Gerald wouldn't find you.”

Kyra just went over and hugged her father. They both held each other for several minutes.

“I know now that I was wrong. If I had just let Gerald do his job and train you, Jared would never have been able to wreak his havoc on the White House.”

“Oh Daddy. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known.” Kyra said, giving him another hug.

Gerald had just come into the sitting room with some tea and his mother's home-made scones. “Kyra's right, Mr. Levine. I don't blame you for what you did. If faced with the similar situation, I probably would have done the same thing.”

“Thank you, Gerald.” Mr. Levine said, feeling a little better.

They all enjoyed the tea and scones, getting better acqainted since the death of Kyra's mother.

Back at Jared's coffin in his family's mausoleum, Jared is lying his coffin trying to come up with his next plan and somehow convince his vampire minions not to kill Kyra. He had to get over this obsession with Kyra. He didn't know what it was, but he enjoyed taunting Kyra. She brought something out in him. He loved the thrill of taunting Kyra. Killing her was wrong. He was suddlenly afraid of his legion of vampires. They wanted Kyra dead, but Jared didn't. He had to somehow convince the legion that killing Kyra was no longer the plan. It wouldn't be easy, but somehow he had to convince them.