Chapter 57 Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Seven
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Zeke
“Move,” I growled.
The asshole ignored my words.
“You look enraged, Brother.” Alex smirked, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. “Is your little human girlfriend missing?” He probed. And that did it. I finally lost it.
Punches. Yells. The sound of a staff ramming at my back.
But I felt no pain. By the time my sanity returned, Alex and his mother were both lying on the floor, their bodies tainted with blood. My father's eyes blazed as he snarled at me.
“What have you done?!” He barked.
“Done?” I scoffed, moving towards him. His grip on his royal staff tightened.
“Twice, King Elliott. My woman disappeared twice in a row. You have few days to bring her back, else the whole Weasels would pay for it.” I stared down into his eyes.
“Are you speaking to me in that manner?” His eyes narrowed.
I casted a nonchalant gaze towards Alex whose wounds were begining to heal. “And I'm sure you don't want to lose a candidate to the throne.”
I gave him no room to respond, as I walked away. My chest tightened, and my hands balled into fists. Unlike the first time, I was sure she'd been abducted. She was the one who suggested returning to Weasels anyway. It made no sense that she'd disappear without saying a word. Except she'd been taken away by someone. I whipped out my phone, and dialed Qyle's number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Where are you?” I questioned him.
“At the office, why?”
“I'll be there soon.” I doubled my pace as I approached the exit.
His casual tone changed. “What's wrong?”
My voice subconsciously hardened. “Mirah has been abducted.”
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“Can you track it?” I asked in a low voice. Natasha shook her head, pacing around Qyle's large living room.
“My mother can do that. But I doubt she would. You know our rules about affecting the balance.” She reminded me.
Of course I knew the rules too damn well. The same rule that prevented them from telling me that my mother was going to die. Yeah, a very good rule.
“Zeke,” Natasha tried reaching out to me, but I raised my hand.
“I'm good.”
The See-brids were closely related with the vampires. Known for their ability to see into the future, and to reverse time, they were the second most powerful beings in the supernatural world. And most scary.
But then, a war occured generations ago, that made the vampires cut ties with them.
Stupid war.
I'd been blinded then, by the notion that the Circle were merely trying to restore order in our kingdom. But thinking about it now, I realized that they were probably afraid that something they did in secret would be dug out.
‘Those old fools.’
I rose to my feet, and held Natasha's hand. “Take me to Gavemorth.” I requested.
Qyle sprang up from the chair. “You have to remain rational, Zeke.” He implored.
“Rational?” My voice was laced with anger, as I faced him slowly. “Those bunch of old fools touched what is mine. And they're going to pay with their lives.”
I hadn't felt this much anger, even when I'd lost my mother. I'd never felt this much pain, even when I realized I was never going to see her again.
But this throbbing pain in my heart. The pain which threatened to swallow me whole. This pain-
Mirah. My kitten.
She'd been taken under my watch. Even when I was supposed to protect her. My woman.
I was worthless. But why was the pain doubling?
I sank to my knees, clutching my head and shouting. I heard distant voices.
“Control your anger, Zeke!” That had to be Qyle's voice.
“He's erupting. We have to give him blood. Zeke!” And that was Natasha.
Anger. More anger. A dark energy enveloped my heart. I bared my fangs.
“Let's take him away from here. He's getting more powerful.” It was Natasha who spoke this time.
I felt someone pour a liquid down my throat. It seemed to calm my anger.
No, I didn't want it. I wanted to make them pay.
“Mirabella wouldn't like to see you like this.” Qyle called out.
I was far too gone to hear him. I shut my eyes even tighter. I wanted blood. Raw untainted blood, straight from a human's vein.
It was only with raw blood that I'd hope to defeat the Circle and the royal family all alone.
I spread my arms, and let out a feral yell. As I descended from my anger, I felt like the surroundings had changed. I opened my eyes, to see Qyle and Natasha standing at a safe distance.
“Are you okay?” Natasha called out from her position, concern written on her face.
Qyle said nothing, but a hint of worry was in his eyes.
“What happened?” I asked, looking around. We were in a forest.
“You lost control, and almost destroyed us.” Natasha said.
Guilt tugged at me, and I tried standing up. I fell back to the floor, feeling weak.
“You've exhausted your force. You need blood. We gave you diluted blood, but your force drained it.” Qyle said in a monotone.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he meant. I needed raw undiluted blood.
I hadn't taken raw blood since the day I almost killed Natasha back when we were younger. And it was a memory I didn't want to relive.
I shook my head, and tried standing up again. “I can't.” I whispered.
They both came over.
“You'll need it.” Qyle whispered.
I shook my head vehemently. “Give me normal blood. We don't have the luxury to be going back and forth over this matter. I have someone very important to save.” I said, my voice going even hoarser.
Qyle was right. My force was getting even thinner as I spoke. I'd apparently used up all my energy when I erupted in anger.
A vampire's eruption was the most dangerous thing. It caused pain to whoever erupted, and could even lead to death.
Qyle uncorked a bottle, and handed it to me as he crouched down to my level.
“Have you marked her?” He asked.
I didn't respond, but the look in my eyes held the response to his question.
I hadn't marked her, and I regretted it.
As the white liquid slipped down my throat, I felt a bit rejuvenated. I finally rose to my feet, and heaved a sigh.
I felt a slight pain on my hand, and looked down. It was bleeding.
My brows furrowed together. It wasn't healing.
“What's happening?” Natasha voiced out my thoughts.