Chapter 59: Let’s go Home!

SEBASTIAN.

It had been two days since I last had a sign from Teresa. But last night’s link with Vicky calmed me down, but also took me by surprise. I didn’t expect her to be with her, although if I thought about it, it seemed like the most natural thing she could do.

The question I was asking myself now was how would I meet my sister? She must have thought badly of me. I knew that I had been damn wrong for a long time and I was very sorry.

And maybe the regrets weren’t too late. And I thought maybe if we had a civilized discussion like three adults, everything would be fine.

I still hadn’t recovered from the attack I had two days ago. Teresa’s blood had helped me, but if it was not mixed with the other ingredients, it did not have the expected effect.

I was still wondering why I was healing so slowly. Maybe because she was so hurt inside, she didn’t give me enough. It didn’t matter, my next step was a decisive one. Either I convinced her I didn’t act intentionally or I was returning home alone.

My mother got worried that I was leaving, but she was glad that I would finally bring Teresa home. Okay, that was the plan.

“Son, try not to make a monologue out of a discussion which should be in two. Give her a chance, too. You hurt Teresa really badly and I understand her. It’s absolutely normal that she doesn’t want to listen to you. And don’t even resist your sister, you know she’s quick in rage. And I’m inclined to believe that she already passed on Teresa’s side, which seems normal to me in the conditions created by you. "

“Wow, great encouragement, Mother. Now I will go much calmer,” I added, with a hint of humor. “Given how open my sister is, I’m sure I’ll be able to say a few words.”

“Let’s not be so pessimistic. It’s not that difficult. Just be yourself. In the end, you love Teresa and Vicky will not stand in the way of your love, she will just try to handle the problems a little, help you. "

“That’s if she still agrees. I made a big mistake, Mother, and if Teresa is not willing to understand, then I will not be insistent. I hope that the bond between us will be stronger than any misunderstanding. “

Maybe if I spoke to her with my heart in my hand, she would believe me. Anyway, having been gone for two days, it was impossible for me not to believe that she had gathered so much resentment and sadness in her.

It would be hard for me to make her listen to what I have to say. I had seen her face back in Wales when Liam and I asked her to help me. She was disappointed, shocked.

Certainly, by now she had put things together, and I did not rule out the possibility that she had realized that she was the lost daughter of Erik Von Hagen.

The road to my sister has never seemed so long. I had gone alone, although Liam had insisted on accompanying me, given my condition. I arrived shortly after noon. My heart was pounding. The pub was quiet. Vicky had probably kicked her customers out again knowing I was coming.

I stepped inside, confident in my plea, until I saw her standing lost at the table. Next to her was Vicky, her hands resting on hers. I didn’t know this soft side of her.

As soon as she saw me, she jumped out of her chair. So was Teresa. I felt like a living target for both of them. My upright, stiff position prevented me from doing any voluntary movement.

But it was Vicky who came to me, leaving behind a grieving Teresa, wounded with almost wet eyes.

“I would say welcome, but it is rather good that you came, Bash! And I will ask you directly. What the hell was in your head?!” she thundered suddenly, so I had the impression that the windows were shaking under her shout.

She rushed to the collar of my jacket with her hands clasped on it, and her eyes throwing balls of fire in my direction. I knew it would be like that. I had assumed this especially because she was right, but I still didn’t have an answer to her question. At least not one that didn’t hurt. “And if you say you can explain, I forget you are my brother and I apply a correction until you remember even your first mistake in childhood, did you understand me?” she whispered only to me, close to my ear that only I could hear.

“Look, I know I screwed up. That’s why I came because I love her and I want to make things right. It scared me when I realized she was missing, but when you told me she was with you, I calmed down. I knew she was in excellent hands.”

“It seems to be a boldness on your part to believe and to want Teresa’s blood to be part of a treacherous experiment that we don’t even know if it will work. Did you think of her as a person, Bash? Did it cross your mind to ask her, did you ask for her consent? Because what you want to do seems worthy of horror movies, my good, ignorant brother.”

I deserved every word, every slap. Of all the people in this world, I hurt the one I loved. “For God’s sake, there are other ways to get this damn serum. Killian is actually perfecting one right now without using blood, so I don’t understand where this crazy idea of yours comes from,” she added, then turned and freed my way to Teresa.

She was still sitting at the table, her sweet face in her hands. It was as if she had built a wall around her so that I could not approach. A wall to protect her from me. And God, this hurt me so much.

It was hard for me to open the conversation. I didn’t understand; it was the first time in all this time that I didn’t have the words. They all stopped at the first breath and did not want to help me at all.

I hoped that this powerful bond between us would work. I could feel her pain, her disappointment, her desperate need for explanations and consolation, but I could not take any steps.

It petrified me with open physical wounds and the inability to somehow defend myself. If I had anything to defend. Until her voice broke me into thousands of pieces.

“Did you come because you need my blood? You’re not completely healed, are you?” she muttered, looking over my shoulder.

The shock of her words was so strong, the tone of her voice so sharp that if the ground came loose and would swallow me at this moment, I didn’t care.

It was a well-deserved punishment. I looked at Vicky, who was urging me to reply, but what reply could I have given? My mind was not yet ready for her reproach, for her pain.

My heart was not ready to feel her rejection, as my body was not ready for this fight. The war in me had just begun and showed no signs of ending anytime soon. Then Vicky intervened as a rescue.

“Who came up with this stupid idea to use the blood of a descendant of an original vampire? If you tell me it, was you, I omit the part where you are my brother and we shall speak from another level.”

“Luana Antonov…!”

“Luana, who?” she asked, confused after I stopped only at her name.

“She’s the doctor who came up with the idea. She’s been working at genetic for a while.” I explained mechanically, not taking my gaze off Teresa. Her eyes were full of sadness.

“Hmm, so ... Luana Antonov, you said. Maybe I can get someone to investigate her. Let’s see what her past is…” she murmured curiously, turning her back on me and going to the counter.

I was on my own again. This time I approached slightly, but with the fear of rejection. It was now or never.

“Teresa…” I began whispering her name.

Our memories with everything we experienced now came to my mind, and it was as if I wanted to pass it on to her as well. Let’s relive the joy of recovery! I would have liked in these moments of balance for her to hold her in my arms, to encourage her that everything will be fine, but she only allowed me to look at her.

“Before you start with the apology, I’d like to understand why you did it,” she asked me bitterly.

“Yes, brother, good question. Why did you do it?” Vicky reinforced the idea beyond the counter, arranging a few glasses.

Their clicks sounded just like my soul, torn to pieces. I knew that whatever I said would not be enough. I knew that whatever initiative I took, Teresa would have disarmed me immediately. But I only needed to talk to her and for that, I had to take her into my territory.

“Look, I’m so sorry I didn’t look for other ways to get such a serum. I know I hurt you, Teresa. If I could go back in time, I’d do everything differently. Please let’s go home…”

“Home? Which home Sebastian? For us, this word no longer exists!”