The masked mate

Episode 1: A Fresh Start

When people learn about my lineage and that I am the son of the feared and despised Dracula, they consider me a demon.

My father, when he was alive, caused a lot of havoc, and I would not want to hide the fact that he made a lot of people hate and repel him until his passing.

My mother, Linda, was a lowly waitress, but that did not stop people from criticizing her for falling in love with the devil himself and bearing him a son.

That made no difference to mom as long as she had the man she loved and her son.

My anticipated arrival prompted an unwelcome change; the gods bestowed upon me not only the power of one, but of two - the power of a vampire and a werewolf.

Before Dad died, I was asked to move in with my godfather and his two children, Margaret and Morgan Vincent.

"Bro! Welcome!!" Morgan assisted me with the luggage right after I got out of the cab, and I took it home.

We were almost inside when my gaze shifted to Margaret; she was not the little girl I met the last time I came with my parents. She has matured into a lady and developed boobs.

"Derek, welcome, son," said my godfather, Charles, as he stopped me at the door and led me inside.

He requested that Morgan carry my luggage to the visitor's bedroom. I was sitting there when I remembered my parents' last visit before they died.

"Thanks for having me, sir," I said after remaining silent for a while. "Nah! It is nothing," he said, leading me over to the couch to sit. Margaret walks in. She discovers me sitting next to her father.

"Oh? Welcome, D." She explained that she has never stopped shortening my name. "Thank you, M." I also shortened hers. She nodded and walked away, heading for the kitchen.

Morgan came down later and informed me that my bedroom had been prepared; Charles allowed me to proceed and settle in. I did exactly that and left with him.

Morgan eagerly offered to assist me in organizing my clothes; he has always been this nice since we were children. I had no idea he would still be the same after all these years.

As much as I want help, I feel handicapped when someone helps me do my job.

How long does it take to get some clothes and hang them inside the wardrobe? I politely declined, and he walked away, but invited me downstairs later.

I finished arranging my belongings and came downstairs; I could hear Morgan's voice; it appeared he was arguing, but nothing serious, because Margaret would not stop giggling.

"Derek, come in, son," Charles turned his head, unaware that I was standing behind them. I entered and sat on one of the couches, right next to Margaret.

"Bro!" Morgan poured me a bottle of beer. He turned to his sister and handed her an ice-cold coke.

"Do not I deserve to have a beer?" She said, pushing the cola away from her.

"Do not be stubborn; dad and I both know you do not have the stomach for alcohol." He giggled and turned to face his father, looking for approval.

"Exactly, pumpkin; please do not make this difficult." "Said Charles to his angry-looking daughter.

Margaret reluctantly took the cola from her brother's hand and stormed out of the sitting room.

Morgan laughed and fell back on the couch; he noticed my serious expression and told me not to worry about his sister because she was only being immature.

Immature when it comes to drinking? It appears to be more than they could both see.

After some time, Charles and I were excused to speak.

"Son, has it been a while since we had a serious conversation?" He spoke to him. I exhaled and inhaled deeply before responding, "Yes, sir, but what do you want to know other than the fact that I lost my parents?" I gave a sad smile.

"I understand, but tell me about your powers; have you been able to control your vampire and werewolf abilities?" He pulled forward, as if he were about to leave.

"He leaned forward, as if about to leave the couch, and said, 'I know, but tell me..... What about your powers? Have you been able to control your vampire and werewolf powers?'"

""I glared around before responding to his question. 'No, I have trouble sleeping at night,' I confessed to him. 'Do you still have the same nightmare?' He became serious, rubbing his hands against each other.

I nodded my head, "Yeah!" It has even become serious'. I deciphered and consumed the beer in my hand.

'I see,' he said, falling deep in thought, before returning his gaze to me and saying, 'I can help you control your powers.

'Help?' I inquired. 'Yeah! However, you will need to enroll in the academy. He approached my couch and sat down next to me.

GoGoing to school? The previous school did not end well; I was pushed away from society and called a freak, the devil's son. Am I ready to go through it all again?.

"Fine! "I will." After much thought, I agreed to attend the academy; if Charles was confident that he could help me overcome my nightmares and gain control of my abilities, enrolling in an academy would not be a bad idea.

Charles walked out of the sitting room with a grin on his face, pleased that I wanted to attend his academy. Morgan entered my bedroom that evening.

He met me as I was getting ready for bed.

"Bro, do not tell me you want to go to bed; it is only seven p.m." he checked his wristwatch. "Obviously! "I am exhausted," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Exhausted? Please," he goes to open my wardrobe.

"What are you doing.... Stop," I said, attempting to prevent him from taking out another cloth when he turned back to me and replied, "Stop what? "Bro, tonight we are going to a party," he said, pulling out my T-shirt, trousers, and leather jacket. "Party? Who's?" I asked a question. "You will know.

When we finally arrived, he dragged me out of bed and shoved me in the direction of the bathroom door. "Go change and freshen up, and I will wait for you outside by the car," he said, and then he excitedly walked out.

Episode 2: It is Alright to Not Feel Alright

I went to a party with Morgan, the same boy who would not leave his father's house after six o'clock

But he would grow very courageous. "Can you identify the party that this is?" As we got out of the car, I asked. e entered the party, which was held in a cabin deep in the middle of nowhere. I was surprise.

The party took place in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and we went inside.

At the party, I was shocked to see Margaret, Morgan's sister, kissing a man. Do you recall that I said she was now a lady? I can say with confidence now that Morgan and his sister are no longer the same.

Margaret's eyes were fixed on the boy's lips, which she was kissing with fervor.

Around the bar table, the others gathered.

A beautiful, endearing young woman walked over to my chair.

"Hello, handsome?" she rubbed her lips and asked.

I believe she was trying to woo me.

I said, "He