Chapter 94 Chapter Ninety-Four
Chapter Ninety-Four
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Zeke
Gavemorth had a similar sanatorium with Weasels. As I hovered over the bed where my uncle laid, I tried once more. I ignored the strain on my back. I ignored the way my fingers felt numb.
“One more time. I'm the Source Architect, right? That means I can save him, isn't it?!” I chanted to myself, channeling my powers to him once more.
No one said a word behind me, not that it could work anyway. My uncle made a motion, gesturing me to come closer. I obliged.
“You’re the best nephew I could ask for. And even though my methods were crude, for which I apologize, I always had your best interests at heart.” He swallowed.
“I can see you love her. Don't follow in the footsteps of your father. Never ever give up your love for power. I-” He convulsed, quivering once. Then no more. I stood in place, not making even the slightest move.
He was dead.
“Zeke,” Mirah called out softly behind me, sobbing gently. I didn't respond, until she touched me. And then I erupted. Anger flowed through my veins like acid, burning and destroying. I growled, the sound raw and feral.
“He’s going to pay.” I said calmly, and left the room.
I headed straight for our room, and locked the door. I wanted to be alone, even for a few minutes. My hands clenched into fist, and I punched at a nearby wall.
It happened before, and it was happening again.
My loved ones getting hurt, while I stood to the side feeling helpless.
Weakness was not synonymous with my name. I'd never seen myself as weak.
But with what had been happening, I couldn't help but feel that maybe I was weak. Maybe I was destined to watch my loved ones die. Something sounded at the door, but I didn't bother raising my head, already knowing who it was.
“Hey,” Mirah called out softly, coming into the room and sitting beside me.
“Are you okay? I know it's a stupid question, but-”
“Can I hug you?” I interrupted. “Please.” I added.
She moved closer without a word, and hugged me first. I rounded her waist, pressing her closer to me.
I buried my nose into the crook of her neck.
“I’m worthless,” I whispered in a pained voice.
She tensed. “No, you're not, Zeke. Stop trying to hold back the pain, Love. Look at me,” she pulled away and stared directly into my eyes.
“You’re allowed to feel pain. You're allowed to cry. You're not worthless, Zeke. You're the most resilient and powerful man I know. But that doesn't mean you can't feel emotions.” She said, stroking my shoulders.
I collapsed into her arms, finally falling apart.
“I couldn't save him. I should've stopped it from happening. I should've done something.” I cried, while she stroked my back.
She didn't say a word, instead letting me cry.
“I was finally getting used to him. I was finally getting to see him for who he was. He didn't deserve to die.” I cried harder, the image of his bloodied body flashing through my mind.
“A Vampire can never die. Isn't that what everyone says?” I whimpered, tightening my hold.
She didn't make a sound, nor did she complain.
I couldn't tell how long I cried for. It was the first time I let myself go. It was the first time I cried in the arms of a woman.
It was the first time I wasn't afraid of showing my emotions.
And that was because I knew she was there for me. That we were in this together.
Through thick and thin.
“Zeke, we have a problem!” I heard Qyle yell from outside the door.
Without hesitation, I pushed off the bed, and ran out with Mirah tailing me. He was standing outside with an anxious look.
“What’s it?” I asked.
“There’s something you should see.” He ran towards the large hall where Queen B and the others were gathered. Once I got there, with one look at their faces, I knew whatever I was going to see was bad.
Very bad.
Roanna, the queen of the Evens had created a projection, and when I saw what was happening, my heart stopped in my throat.
“What–” Mirah's breath audibly hitched.
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“He’s killing them,” I said, and willed myself to avert my gaze from the scene that was playing out in the projection on the wall.
How could someone be so mean?
“That sick bastard,” I heard Zeke growl.
As he moved away, I held his arm. “Listen Zeke, we have to map out a plan. And quickly too.” I said, holding his gaze.
“No,” He straightened. “The only plan there is to go out, beat the shit out of his ass. And finally send him off to the land beyond.” Zeke said with a heated gaze.
I didn't blame him for his reaction. He'd just watched an uncle whom he'd been warming up to- after many years, die before his very eyes. I would react the same, even worse.
“Yes. But if we make the wrong move, lives would be lost.” I reminded him.
Gwev had an anxious look on his face as he walked forward.
“Someone’s attacking my people. I have to get back.” He said.
Something gnawed at my stomach. Tyler put the S in Sick. He was–to put it simply, deranged.
I was about to speak, when out of the corner of my eyes I spotted Xavier watching Natasha with a look which I knew so well. I didn't dwell on it, instead turning to a silently fuming Zeke.
“Can’t you see what he's trying to do? He's trying to keep us apart from each other. To split us. We don't have to succumb to his plans. If we can end his life, everything will be back to normal again.” I said to everyone.
They had calculative looks on their faces.
“But the Source doesn't want us to kill him,” Kai said.
I nodded. “But that was because he hadn't killed innocents before. Now, the Source has to do what I say.” I closed my eyes, willing the Book to appear. It did, floating in its usual majestic aura, and commanding respect. It morphed into a sword when it landed in my arms.
“We have to kill Tyler without endangering further innocent Vampires. But to do that, we need a secret space big enough to house everyone, till everything dies down.” I said in a solemn voice.