Chapter 11 Paranormal theories
ADRIANA
I screamed and gripped my hair.
“Can you stop? This is a station," the cop snapped at me.
Tears streamed down my face as pain, guilt, and horror engulfed me cruelly. So cruelly that I almost lost my breath.
“You need to leave right now," the man said.
He could have manipulated someone, anyone. Why did he have to take the fall? Why?
I wouldn't be able to fight my enemies after he had left me broken with his decision, and the thought of him not living longer made my disaster worse.
If I wanted to survive, I needed to talk to him. I had questions that needed answers, answers that only he could give.
“I need to talk to him," I jumped up and stammered, wiping the tears on my face. The man sighed and cursed in anger.
“Wait there!" He pointed at a corner at the end of the hall before walking away. I walked over to the seats and slumped down into one, waiting as he instructed while trying so hard to stop myself from crying in front of everyone.
The man returned, disappointment on his face.
“What did he say?” I asked as I jumped to my feet.
“He said he doesn't want to speak to you,” he blurted out, and my throat knotted.
I huffed and dug my hand into my hair, almost bursting into tears. I hated myself so much for hating him years ago.
He sacrificed his life, his position, and now his freedom for me. My head dropped and my pulse slowed as I dropped into the chair.
The police officer sighed and sat beside me.
“I don't really believe in paranormal beings, but my grandfather was deep into it,” the man began, intruding on my bitter moment.
I narrowed my eyes and wiped the tears on my face, then straightened up.
“I don't believe in it either, so I don't want to talk about it,” I snapped, but the man didn't seem to want to give up.
"I did some digging into some of his theories, and from it, that guy looks like a vampire.”
My fist clenched, but I said nothing in return.
"If they exist at all, then I won't be surprised if he is one,” he added.
I laughed loudly, narrowing my eyes.
“Maybe because he's not what you think he is!” I snapped.
“He has a skin as pale as that of a ghost and eyes so piercing it could make your heart bleed. Let's not forget his white hair, too,” he muttered, and I jerked my head up, glaring at him.
“What about his white hair?” I questioned.
His brows raised, and he tilted his neck to the side.
"You don't know? Oh… you said you're not interested in paranormal beings…”
"Tell me about it, it seems interesting,” I blurted out, cutting him off.
His lips twitched up in amusement at my sudden curiosity.
“I thought you were never interested," he muttered and chuckled before continuing.
“The appearance of snow-white hair on vampires signifies death. The more the white hair spreads, the shorter their days become. If he happens to be one, then I doubt if he'll make it through the court rulings. His entire hair is almost white as snow, and this means he might die soon, “ he said.
My heart sank, and my jaw dropped.
“Wait, what?” I gasped in horror, feeling a tightening in the bottom of my belly.
“That can't be true,” I snapped and jumped up, my eyes widening.
“Salvador is not dying. He... He won't die even in the next hundred years!” I blurted out.
All heads turned in our direction, and eyes stared at me.
The police officer near us burst into laughter, shaking his head.
“Do you know what a hundred years mean? I wasn't lying when I said the kid was sick in the head,” the man said, shaking his finger at me.
I was totally fine and I knew exactly what I was saying, but saying something in a country and region dominated by humans was an abomination; it was better to keep my mouth shut, or I would be sent to the asylum.
“He just dyed his hair,” I muttered in a calm voice.
But the police officer shook his head, leaning forward while keeping his gaze on me.
"No, he didn't," The police officer said.
"How sure are you about that?" I snapped.
He looked distant as he shook his head again.
“I don't know, my instincts just tell me that he is not a normal human being," he muttered.
I huffed loudly, twitching my lips.
“I thought you said you were never interested in your grandfather's research. Why are you so interested in them now?” I asked.
“Maybe because there's something you're hiding,” he said.
My lips pursed, and I huffed loudly.
“What?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes and slumped into the seat.
“Nothing, just you being delusional,” I replied.
“I just want to make sure that my grandfather was sane after all,” he muttered, and I chuckled loudly.
Even though I hated the conversation, I felt a little bit glad it helped ease the pain in my chest.
“I'm leaving,” I muttered and got up. I stopped and turned around to face him.
“Tell Salvador that he'd better live. I'll come back and see him when I bring whoever did that to justice,” I said.
Confusion swept past his eyes, and his brows raised.
I didn't want to stay a second longer, so I turned around and bolted out of the station.
The moment I stepped out of the station, my eyes fell on a bike parked across.
I crossed the road quickly and grabbed the note stuck on it.
“West of Rouge Wood," I read the words, then crushed the paper and threw it on the ground.
If I wanted to save Salvador, then I had to start the search and do the right thing instead of crying around.
“Fuck that man and his grandfather's theories. Salvador is going to live; this had nothing to do with the color of his hair,” I muttered as I took out the helmet.
But no matter how much I tried to tell myself that, my heart always broke at the thought.
What if it were true? What if he doesn't make it alive? What if... I sighed loudly and smashed my fist on the bike, yelling in anger.
People stopped and glared at me, but when I returned the glare, they all turned and continued with their businesses.
My head swerved towards the station, and my eyes locked with the police officer, the one who called me crazy was standing beside, laughing at my behaviour while swinging the cup of coffee in his eyes.
I guessed he called me crazy again.
The other stared intently at me, his lips twitched in.
I narrowed my eyes and hissed, then turned away from them and put on the helmet.
I mounted the bike and turned on the engine before driving off to Rouge Wood.
I didn't know what was there, but I knew that whatever was there, it would lead me to find those bastards who ruined my life and maybe…his.