Should I continue?
She hadn’t seen her father in years, twelve to be exact and the two days she had spent in his company had not been pleasant. She wasn’t surprised a man who tortured her mother for daring to get pregnant and disowning the children in her womb before the second trimester, didn’t leave much doubt of how fucking awful this man was. 22 years old. That was two years before she would reach her full potential, or at least that was the tradition, Karma had never been one for tradition. Karma wanted to run and stab out his eyeballs, but you can’t just kill a Van Helsing. Apparently, it’s imperative the vindictive assholes live to see another day, when they kill demons. So, who cares if they occasionally fuck one? It is safe enough to say that Van Helsings haven’t been pure hunter in quite a long time. Karma and her brother Talion, named by a very pissed off mother, were just the latest science experiment and mutts that had come down the line. Talion was twelve minutes older than Karma, which had been just long enough for the Van Helsing leader to see he had a son and to leave before the contractions even started again. He hadn’t known about Karma until he had met her a decade later. One of the most terrifying times of her life. The only thing keeping Karma from letting this man, this monster, see what horrifying creatures he had spawned. Was right now her mother was sitting comfortably next to him, wringing her hands and begging Karma with her eyes to behave. That was the problem with her mother’s anger, Karma thought, it never lasted. If you’re going to hate someone, do it with every fiber in you and you never forgive. So, Karma would hate him enough for both. Talion stepped closer to Karma and she could tell by his breathing and the way his hands had yet to relax from the fists he had made when he saw their father. Talion knew how to hate. Talion was the only person in the world Karma believed she could never truly hate and the one person she never had to worry would betray her. Although, she used to count her mother among those choice few. Their mother, the woman that had hid them their whole lives that now sat gazing up at Van Helsing like she was waiting for a treat, she would betray them for a smidge of validation apparently.