Shifters of Night and Day

Jakob's POV:

Jakob came awake with the sound of thunder. Heavy raindrops slammed against the window of the abandoned apartment building he was resting in.

It had been three days since he stole his grandfather's money and ran away. He still felt too afraid to rent a motel. He wanted to be outside of Maine before he paid money to stay anywhere.

He had bought two new sets of clothes, some food, and a flashlight with white light or UV. He had found that several shops all have a lot of ultra violet products. They all had the same manufacturing tags.

He had never heard of Violet City before but he had become curious about the place. Surely places like that have higher education schools he could attend. Jakob was convinced that he would make a better future for himself there.

Now that he was awake he decided to read his astronomy book. Digging in his bag he felt around but could not find it. He unzipped the bag and looked inside. Eventually he dumped the bag's contents into the floor and dug through it with his hands.

There was the documents, a ridiculous amount of cash, food, clothes, spare batteries, but his book was gone. His anxiety peaked once he remembered one small detail from the night he ran away. He had used his bag for a pillow but the zipper was unzipped by about 5 inches and was uncomfortable on his face so he had to zip it back up. Looking back at it now the book must have fallen out of his bag at his grandfather's house.

There was no doubt on his mind about it now. He had left too much evidence behind that he was the one who committed the burglary. He had foolishly hoped that they would just assume he ran off, but now he knew without a doubt his grandfather will be coming after him.

In a way he was glad. He wanted toopenly rebel against his cruel grandfather, but on the other hand it scared him senseless to have to face the old man again.

Without the book to read he decided to finally go over the documents he stole. After skimming over inventory ledgers for the market Voight owned he found a letter that caught his attention. The letter was printed on a pastel purple page with the Violet City logo on the top.

Reading it wasn't an easy pill to swallow.

Voight,

I hope this letter finds you well. The City does appreciate your continued support. Our industries have grown quite a bit since your last visit. I will begin shipping our wares to your neck if the woods by the end of the week. I look forward to seeing the frutation of our trade deal.

My elites do so love the seafood and grocery items you ship to us. They serve the lobster and caviar during elegant get togethers. Speaking of getting together how is that delectable daughter of your's? I did have so much fun with her during your last visit. She was so modest and innocent until I spiked her drink. After that she was.... Well nevermind. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate the type of woman your daughter becomes once given drugs.

I have to tell you though that she will need more from me soon. I'm pretty sure I got her hooked on more than just my nether regions.

Until next time....

Jasin Zaline

CEO of Violet City

My hands were shaking as I finished the letter. I remembered back to when my grandfather had called me "the bastard of sin."

Voight always oh so poetic with his harsh words but could he have mean sin as in Jasin all along? I wonder if this man might be the man who fathered me.

Lauri did once say that it was my sperm donor who set her up for failure. Some nights when I was very little she would rampage through our home screaming about the drugs she couldn't put down because of sin. She was a junkie and an abusive mother but until she got hurt she had a hope of sobriety one day. After that the drugs stopped coming but it seems like not having them caused her to further decline and age more rapidly. Once hooked the substances kept her youthful but not that they have stopped coming she has aged way past what she should have.

Every time she went into rehab before her paralysis she would end up getting a package full of needles and the bright purple drug mom liked to shoot up so much. She would break down because resisting it was almost painful once it was in her face.

She would leave the rehabs and come home with new track marks and scream about sin. Sin wasn't a place or drug like I thought it was. It was Jasin.

There was more than one letter and I had to know more information.

Dear Voight,

I thought you had realized that I was a cunning man but you underestimated me. I knew your intent when you arrived last time would be to knock me down a peg and take my throne. So yes I did make a trade deal with you but I also took out an insurance policy in the form of your daughter.

As you no doubt have learned liquid ultraviolet is a highly addictive drug. Your daughter can try to kick the habit but without it she will become violent. Further withdrawal will result in symptoms quite similar to rabies. Frothing at the mouth, uncontrollable muscle movements, and of course extreme agitation. If she can avoid those awful side effects she will end up decaying slowly. It's rather funny actually. I'd like to see her crumble apart in front of you.

I'm a bit disappointed in myself here though. Perhaps I should look into improving my pull out game. I have no desire to have a child with a woman so heavily addicted to drugs. You could only imagine what that would do to my social standings and reputation. Plus a brat crying and shitting itself in my presence will only make it harder for me to concentrate on whoever I'm fucking.

I will give in to your demands and send you a monthly allowance to provide for your daughter. I fail to see why she won't abort the thing I left in her womb but you all might as well use the money to raise it as well. Just keep it away from me. I've no desire to be a father.

Until next time Gramps!!!

Jasin Zaline

CEO of Violet City.

A single tear landed on the paper I held in my hands. This man is my father, but he purposely got my mother addicted to drugs as leverage to hold over grandfather. What did grandfather do to warrant such actions? Maybe this is why no one ever truly loved me.

A wave of sadness washed over me as I considered the type of mother Lauri would have been without the drugs. My depression worsened when I thought about the night she was attacked.

For weeks leading up to the attack she had been angry and had strange muscle twitches. I wonder if she had been trying to get sober.

I do not forgive her actions but now I can understand her bitterness. I hope now, more than ever that she would die. Her life has been reduced to the four walls of her bedroom, and apparently everything good about her was stolen by sin long ago. She is in a cage of her own.

Shoving the letters into the bag I nibbled on some jerky, but my appetite was poor. I found myself trying to to think of ways to get to Violet City so that I could meet my father and kill him. He played a huge part in my suffering all along and I never even knew until now.