Father Vs Son 2

Seeing my eyes wondering nervously to the stake he chuckles.
"I want to talk first." He smirks placing the stake in his back pocket of his jeans. I don't fail to notice him taking a small blade in its place though.
"We have nothing to toll about, dad." I glare.
"How about you start with how you became a vampire?" I let out a sigh and go into quick detail of how I become this monster. I also make a point of explaining how I am now. That I don't drink from humans, I have never hurt anyone and I never will.
He obviously isn't convinced, the reason I didn't want to see him at all.
"Well.." He smirks twiddling the blade between his fingers. "Ill be the judge whether you are good or not considering I'm the slayer here." I glare at him but take a step back, which he mirrors. "I vote bad, due to what you have become..."

My wides widen at his answer and I take another step back, feeling my back slam into the wall. My heart that had begun to relax kicks off again.
"But dad.." I begin but he holds his hand up to stop me.
"My son died once you become this." He pointed to me. My mouth dropped and everything seemed to crash down on me at once. I had always his approval and to be just him. Now I hated him for being my father but what he had just said, hurt me than any knife could...
I lean against the wall looking to the floor. Maybe my father was dead too..

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I was so lost in thought, that I hadn't noticed him closing the gap, until his small sliver blade stabbed into my shoulder. Stepping back he watched smirking as I groaned at the pain and sting coming from the wound. Ignoring the burn I grip the handle tightly and rip it from my shoulder, flashing him my fangs. He raises his eyebrow at me and then lets out chuckle. No matter how much I hated him right now, I still couldn't hurt him, he is my father after all. Looks like he is the one who has given up on his emotions, and defiantly not me.

Walking along the wall I keep my eyes on him as I make it to the corner.
"Don't run. You'll regret it." He glares back pulling the stake out of his pocket.
"I'm not what you think, dad. It's still me. And I haven't hurt anyone."
"I don't care." He snaps.
I throw the blade his way knowing that he will be able to deflect it. I turn and begin to run, after a few steps I feel dizzy and stop, using a wall for support. I sense him coming closer but I'm too out of breath to react.
"Its a sleeping drug." He informs folding his arms as he watches me.
"What..?" I ask looking to him.
"When I stabbed you, I also injected you with the sleeping drug." He chuckles. "Works wonders. The more you move the faster it spreads."

I know that the sleeping drug will only make me dizzy and he knew that, but it did prevent me from running. I turn to him taking a few deep breaths to try and shake the effects off.
"What do you want from me?" I ask getting impatient as always. If he wanted to kill me why not hurry up and try? "I don't have all night."
"Just curious to see whether or not I can get you to attack me." He chuckles. "But if you want this over, then it shall be." He charges with too much confidence and I can easily see a way around it. He raises the stake and aims for my chest. Taking in a deep breath I wait until the last moment before grabbing a hold of his arm. Twisting it to the side I kicked him backwards.
He let out a small groan before regaining his footing and coming at me again. This time he is armed with two weapons. I managed to block one, but he was waiting for it. Knocking me backwards, I slam into the wall, next thing I know he is in front of me, driving the stake in my chest. I yell out in pain and slip to the floor clutching the wound as he steps back, pulling the stake out as he does.

"Heh. I missed." He shrugs looking at his stake. "I must be a little rusty." My hand gets warm with my blood as he walks towards me, I knew that this time he wouldn't miss.

I kick him back and stagger to my feet. Trying my best I walk away making sure to take random turns to try to lose him.
After awhile I just can't walk anymore. I hear to an alleyway and slide to the floor. Breathing heavily I reach for my phone and call Alicia. My free hand keeps pressure on my chest, while I wait for her to answer.