Greetings and salutations; I know that it has been a while since my last update, and for that I apologize, I'd also like to thank those who still maintain an interest in my shit, as well as a SPECIAL and MASSIVE thank you for those still interested in THIS story in particular. I know it's been over a year, and for those who have been waiting, thank you so fucking much for still being interested. There have been a few minor changes to the story, but you'll notice them as this chapter continues, as they are pretty obvious changes. The changes don't really affect the story, but hey, you'll still notice them. Pathetically short foreword over with, let's get straight into it.
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Gabe had been living a terribly sheltered life, which was more out of fear of losing him than anything else really. Wynne and Paul had grown increasingly attached to Gabe, and Wynne had somehow always managed to convince Paul that it was too much of a risk to let Gabe out of the property – a belief that Paul didn't necessarily share, but he understood his wife's feelings as they had never had any children of their own, so the 19 years in which they had been taking care of Gabe were some of the happiest of their lives, and it wasn't too hard to figure out that Wynne wanted to keep him with them as long as possible. He was also home schooled, so his going to college was something he had to fight tooth and nail for, as he was sick and tired of being cooped up in the house, and wanted to go out into the world, make friends, make enemies, get into fights, drive, get drunk, get high, get bitches and get laid. His grandparents had actually seen through all the phony reasons that he had given with regard to why he wanted to leave home, and after Paul had finally gotten Wynne to loosen her grip on Gabe and allow the boy to start living his own life, things started looking better for Gabe. So he applied for, and got accepted into the college in the city. This meant that Gabe was finally going to be able to live his dream life, an in general, get more life experience, as he was the first to admit that he was painfully ignorant, as he had ben living in that house for 19 years, and had no contact with anyone other than his Gramps and Grandma.
Now in the present, Gabe stood in his rather dorky bedroom which was adorned with posters of half-naked women, race cars and pictures of himself and his Grandparents. What made the room dorky was not the content itself, but rather the number of posters, which just made it seem like he was trying to overcompensate for something, which he was. Gabe was looking at himself in the mirror. He was about 6'2, but always said that he was slightly taller in a bid to impress 'bitches', as he so regularly referred to women as, thinking that it was cool and 'gangsta'. He had a natural tan, short black hair that he spiked up, and blue eyes. He was also clean shaven. He was virtually a carbon copy of his father; he just had different coloured hair and eyes. He was in tremendous shape, which was vastly due to the Spartan training regime which he was put through by his Grandparents. Gabe just stood there, looking at himself, before smiling, and making all sorts of facial expressions; smiling, winking, licking his lips, etc. Then all of sudden he became stiff and rigid, and looked at the mirror with the best bedroom eyes he could muster.
"Hey there baby..." he said, in a husky voice a few octaves lower than his normal one. "...name's Gabe. You must be wearing space pants, cos yo' ass is outta this world!"
He then winked and kissed the air, before flexing his right arm, and making his pecks dance. He then gave his own variation of a 'Pimp Laugh'. Wynne and Paul stood in the doorway, looking at this kid put on one of the most embarrassing attempts at picking up a woman either had seen in their near thousand year long lives. Paul just looked up to the heavens and face palmed himself with an audible sigh, and Wynne's shoulders just sagged, as she closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Good God, this kid is such a dork! 'Space pants?' Come on..." Paul said to himself, more than anyone else.
Wynne just nodded in agreement with the statement. Just then. Gabe then saw them in the mirror and snapped his head around, still in his pose, at lightning speed, face beet red in embarrassment.
"Gramps! Grandma! What the hell?! Don't you know how to knock?!"
"Why should we knock when the door is wide open? Besides, knocking would have made absolutely no difference, because we still would've seen you."
"W-w-w-well, what do you want then?" Gabe said, still embarrassed as hell, but quickly turning his head away from them and clearing his throat and stopping his pose. He then walked away from the mirror and headed towards his bed, where his bag was open and some items of clothing were folded, but still had to be placed in the bag.
"We're here, because we want to discuss a few things with you."
"Oh yeah? What kinda things Gramps?" Gabe said in a slightly high pitched voice, still embarrassed about being caught while practicing one of his smoothest pick up lines, while haphazardly throwing the clothes into the bag, just doing it for the sake of doing it.
"Your parents."
This made Gabe pay instant attention, and stop what he was doing. His cheeks went back to normal, and he turned around to face his grandparents. His face was serious, and he sat down on the bed.
"What about them?"
"Well, as you know, your mother was a Vampire, and your father was a human. Normally, this kind of union isn't a bad thing, but your mother was actually a very powerful vampire, therefore it was seen as a bad thing. She—"
Gabe stood up from his bed and walked towards his grandparents. He walked up to them with his head down the entire time, and this worried Paul.
'What? Has he seen through our story? Shit, will I have to—'
Gabe's head then shot up with speed, and revealed a large and goofy looking grin on his face. He then started laughing rather loudly, which caused Paul to flinch ever so slightly, with his left hand on his hips, and he repeatedly crashed his right hand on his Gramps' shoulder.
"Oh come on Gramps! I already know all this, as well as what you're getting at!" Gabe carried on laughing for a bit longer before placing his hands gently on Paul' shoulders, and looking reassuringly into his eyes. "Don't tell anyone my last name even when asked, and if by some way they manage to figure out what it is, just claim that Angela Xavier and I share a last name, and that's all that we share, right?"
Paul smiled at Gabe with a look of pride in his eyes. Even though Gabe was rarely serous, and his naivety and ignorance were often apparent in how he handled everyday situations, he was still surprisingly mature and wise for some one who had been sheltered all his life.
"I take it by that look on your face that I'm correct. Looks Gramps, I'm not stupid. I know that my mother was an important person. The biggest issue here is that I only have two sources from which I can get info on my mother, and since my mother is such a delicate subject, I can't just go around speaking to every Tom, Dick and Harry trying to verify whether or not you two are telling me the whole truth bout my parents, therefore, I'll just have to trust you, which I do. Now it's your turn to trust me to live my own life. You two are my grandparents, and I love you, but I've reached a point in my life where I need to live. For 19 years, I've been like a caged bird, with my only link to the world being TV and the internet. I've only had you two for company, and as much as I loved the Spartan life style (Gabe shuddered at the quick recollection of the punishment and training he received), I think it's about time I got out there on my own, and lived the champagne life style I've yearned for. All I ask is that you not only trust me, but trust that you raised me correctly." Gabe then took his hands off Paul's shoulders and walked back to the bed, before carrying on with his terrible attempt at packing his bags.
