"Our aim with your batch of seedlings wasn't to create pure breeds when making lesser halfbreeds solves our problems. Keeping our progeny half human allows us to insert them into the households of pure breeds in any capacity needed. Servants, sex toys, and mistresses, but with the bonus that they emit enough energy to keep their owner fed and out of harm's way."

So, she was just what? Food to play with? How was this not just a nightmare she would wake from? Maybe she got drugged at the club, and this was all just some elaborate, very detailed hallucination. She had trouble keeping track of the rest of Akira's words as she resisted what she had already learned.

"It prevents accidents since humans are fragile and easily broken. Seedlings are made of sterner stuff, almost equal to us but inferior, giving us absolute control. Either you do what we want, or we kill your family before your eyes and then lock you up for a long time before we kill you."

That got her attention focused on the woman before her, and as their eyes met and battled, there was no denying that the woman was serious. She'd do what she'd said. The possibility of them harming her family angered her, and her hands tightened around the arms of her chair.

"We are the originals, and you're only supposed to be copies, not nearly powerful enough to be dangerous to us, but you, Daniella, are a threat."

What did that mean? How was it true, and why didn't that change their plans for her?

"Strange as it may seem, Father won't kill you because you are nearly pure. Unfortunately, the sample from which you were derived belongs to him. So you see, he won't be trusting you anytime soon."

The sample belonged to him? Did that make him her father in some strange way? This had to be a dream, but it wasn't.

"He may even have kept you, but the last time he fought with his wife about some of her actions, he promised her a gift. Regrettably, she decided to collect. Unless he wants to start another war, as in world war, he has to give you to her."

Something about the way Akira said that caused the trepidation in her midsection to turn to churning worry.

"Most of us are, if not exactly good, not evil either, but Azera is pure malevolence, and unlike Father and me, she can't get what she needs unless someone suffers."

And that someone would be her? Was that what this was all about? Her suffering would feed this woman, and she'd be a helpless victim to those whims if she wanted her family to live? How was that fair? And what about this woman made it impossible for her to protest or voice the opinions in her head? What about Akira cowed her?

"Father left her long ago, and although she is his fifth wife, she is luckily not my mother. Her sons were the ones that revolted against him. She's powerful and has many followers. For the most part, she keeps them in line, but her palace is a place no sane person would go."

Yet she would be sent there to be used and abused? The wood creaked beneath her hands, something Akira did not miss, but she continued her monologue without interruption.

"Azera's very good at hiding her nature if she does not want someone to see her for what she is. You will not live long in the bowels of her home among her chosen few, and I suggest you anger her quickly. Let her kill you, or you will spend the rest of your life praying for death."

Just like that, she'd been sentenced to death, and even as her throat worked, she could not speak. Why could she not protest or attack, or do something?

"It would be bad enough, but you are Father's daughter, not just a random seedling, and you've gotten a raw deal that I do not envy you."

So, she was his daughter, and still, he would send her to her death? Despite the warped genetics of this experiment, he was no father if he could allow his daughter to endure such a fate.

"Back when they were still fighting, Azera kidnapped me, and I spent six months under her tender care. I would not wish that on my worst enemy, and you are not my adversary," she took a deep breath and sat back in her chair.

And yet knowing what would happen to her, she'd still just let it come to pass? How sick was this? Why had the change not done her in as it had the others?

"You do not say much, do you?" She finally asked, and Daniella rubbed her face with shaking hands.

"What would be the point?" she asked, the direct question unlocking her ability to speak, and the woman blinked. "I seem to be screwed either way, whether I believe what you say or not," Daniella bit out, controlling her anger in a way the old version of her would envy, and it seemed to puzzle this woman that somehow seemed to be her sister. 

She didn't even sound like the young woman kidnapped from outside that club, that Daniella would never have used a swear word and had no reason for outrage.

"Call me Akira, and you'll believe me soon enough. I only want you to understand that I would not do this to you if we had any other choice." She seemed sincere, but Daniella's tension only increased.

"So you would rather give me to some old pervert as a sex toy?" she demanded quietly, and Akira stared her down.

"There are no elderly among us; we do not age much. Perverted, yes, but I would have chosen you a suitable and acceptable master. Once the bond formed, you would not have felt used. You see, you are the same as I am, but not."

"But you create us to be mistreated, and you see us as expendable? You say you are not evil, but that is the definition of it. Hundreds died, so I can be gifted to your demented stepmother."

Akira didn't like that, her face tightening and her hands fisting.

"We do what we need to do to survive. Have you heard enough, or do you want to know what you are?" Her sister asked sharply, and she reluctantly nodded.

"Only two of Father's seedlings survived this batch, and by feeding you with blood when you were changing, we substituted your need for energy with something we could provide. The other was unlike you, and we gave her to Victor, the oldest vampire, as a gift because Father wants peace."

"When you spoke of the first seeding, you meant you impregnated the women, but that is not what you did to us. What does it mean?"

The way she spoke of their sister after having sacrificed her as an offer of peace screamed detachment. No matter what Akira said, she lacked empathy.

"You are perceptive. Yes, we impregnated the first of your kind, but they had generations of babies, and we kept calling them seedlings because they all had active or dormant alien DNA. 

"Those with active DNA we removed from the human world and added to ours. Those with dormant genes we altered at birth using our DNA and allowed to continue on their way until they produced specimens like you that could be more easily altered. Unfortunately, the doctor who modified your mother and her batch of birthlings didn't do the job right." Akira grimaced.

"How do the humans not pick up on this?"

"We've been part of you for so long, and they are still so far behind our technology that they simply read the added building blocks as junk DNA, and we keep it that way."

Daniella's brow puckered as she took in the arrogance of this statement, but it was more than that; it was certainty. 

"Although you are not a vampire and still light fae because you have no dark yearnings, Azera's queen of the dark fae, and although not all of them are evil, she is.

"She is that one in-a-billion psychopath who can convince people she's not crazy until they don't suit her purposes anymore, then she doesn't hold back. The woman experiments on her people and has a special knack for torture and inciting violence, as proved by the fact that she incited both world wars."

Those words chilled Daniella to the bone. More experiments? There was no way she could cope with that again, not after what happened. The mere idea made her palms sweaty, and dread coiled through her insides like an eel through dark waters as the truth sank in.

"If she had superpowers as humans assume we have, I would have created a portal out of here if I had to make one out of my flesh." Although Akira smiled when she said this, her eyes were not joking. She was still terrified of Azera, and Daniella could barely swallow, adrenaline making her fidgety.

"Kill me," she said and could barely believe it; she would have assumed 'save me' more likely to come from her mouth, but that would be a waste of her breath.

"I would if I could, but she wasn't kidding. Azera had that look in her eye again—the one that always ends with human blood running like rivers down the streets," Akira said, obviously trapped in a memory that made her shudder, but she returned to herself almost instantly.

"Why care about the fate of humans?" Daniella asked, and her sister glanced at her.

"Father does not condone outright chaos. He is a creature of habit and doesn't like it when the networks and lifelines he has in place for his people get disrupted. Also, he favors certain humans while the rest are faceless sheep to him."

The more she heard, the more she pivoted between anger and fear.

"Perhaps I should not rob you of your last moments of peace when there are more important things you need to know. You are not mortal, but you can die. Silverite and very little else can end your life, and it is not a metal of this earth," Akira leaned forward slightly.

"Never insult Azera. Whatever you think is the worst thing she can do to you, she can always think of something viler. Keep control of yourself, and rob her of her pleasure. That should get her bored with you soon enough," she pushed a button, and the door opened.

"Felix, take Dani to the dining room. Let Kurt teach her about feeding herself and whatever she needs to know. Unfortunately, I have a feeling she will resist," she glanced at Daniella almost fondly as the two guards herded her out the door and into the corridor.

Her mind still reeled, and she didn't resist them. The nurse had effortlessly taught her to comply with her captors, and as much as she hated the terror in her gut, she didn't want to endanger her family or find out what these two hard-faced men would do if she didn't.

The dining room was not in the main house, and Daniella almost scoffed. Akira saw her as inferior and barely more than human, no matter her words. When had this well of bitterness opened in her? Maybe somewhere between the words alien and slave.

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