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// Chapter 6: Family 2 
// Story: Cellist's Secret 
// by HeartfireFirebrand 
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It was the next morning, I awoke to hear the sound of cooking. I sat up and stretched, I called out “Octavia, are you cooking breakfast?”

I heard Octavia call out “Vinyl, I need you to come down here. After yesterday, my parents decided to pay us a visit.” I gulped as I headed down the stairs, as soon as I entered the room I saw two earth ponies with red eyes glaring at me, Octavia’s mother had a dark blue coat with a similar mane to Octavia. Her father’s coat was similar to Octavia’s but with a bright golden mane.

Octavia growled at them “What did I tell you about giving her a fair chance?!”

Her father gave me a stern look “I’m High Octave, head of the Canterlot Orchestra. As far as I can tell you are just some hot shot DJ that thinks she can get with my daughter.”

Her mother glared at me “I am Rigid Melody, the greets cellist in my generation. I won’t have you ruin my daughter’s future!”

Octavia pulled off her bow, her red eyes glowing in fury “She protected me when Princess Luna wanted to have her way with me as if I was some cheap whore! Vinyl is brave and noble, if you can’t understand that then get out!”

I spoke in a grave tone “Octavia, that is enough.” 

Octavia turned to me “But they disrespected you, I can’t let them…”

I cut her off with a scowl “Octavia they are your family, I never got to know my father and my mother was always distant. You’re parents are concerned for your future, they may not like me but it comes from concern for your well-being. In the future I hope to earn their respect.”

High Octave took a deep breath as his eyes met mine “I will get you a chance, you are earnest and honest. Something I don’t see in Canterlot often these days.”

Rigid Melody turned to him incredulously “Are you crazy, she is a just a DJ who works at bars!”

High Octave gave his wife a glare “This mare clearly cares for our daughter, I can’t tell you how many tail chasing stallions and mares I’ve seen look her way. Plus there is a guarantee she will accept all of us for what we are, very few ponies will.”

I smiled “Well let’s eat this delicious breakfast that Octavia made.”

We soon were all sitting at the table, Rigid Melody frowned “Who are you parents anyway?”

I blinked as High Octave began gazing at my features, his eyes began to widen. He exclaimed “You’re Hurricane’s daughter, you have his firm jawline!”

Rigid Melody’s eyes widened, she then looked over and gasped “You’re right, she is his daughter!”

I frowned “How did you know my father, my mother Silver Scratch…”

High Octave and Rigid Melody froze “Silver Scratch, the Vampire hunter! How are you her daughter?!”

Octavia piped up “Silver Scratch was Hurricane’s informant. I’m unsure of why they didn’t suspect her.”

I grimaced “Can we drop all this seriousness, I want to know more about you. I would like to know more about vampire history.”

Octavia smiled at the change of topic “I remember that about three hundred years back our leader established the first blood bank of vampires. Her work inspires us all to this day.”

I raised an eyebrow “Who is this leader exactly?”

Rigid Melody giggled “We won’t tell you, she loves the reaction of when others find out who she is, it is one of the rules we aren’t to tell others who she is.”

High Octave nodded with a smile “Quite, the sooner she meets you the better. Hurricane was a dear friends of his, how is he doing anyway?”

I looked down darkly “I never got to meet him, hunters tracked him down.”

High Octave slumped “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”

Rigid Melody gave a sympathetic “This was quite a meeting. Still we both have a lot of work to do, I’m so sorry to have judged you so quickly. I hope you can forgive me one day.”

I waved as they left, I sighed “When can we get a moment of peace and quiet.”

Octavia smiled “How about now, I am glad that my parents have given you a chance” she then scowled “I just wish they would have been more trusting at the start but they weren’t.”

I shook my head “It is a parents job to worry, my mother turned up ready for war remember. This went better than I expected.” The two of us took some time to relax unaware we would be under attack by some quite despicable ponies.