After two weeks of staying in the hospital bed, I was allowed to leave. I didn't know at first where I was going to be transferred to, but I later found out that I was going to be staying at the castle instead of the hospital ward. I had been staying at the castle for three weeks and things were going well. It was like life finally decided to give me a break that was terribly needed.
I did not know if I should be happy or sad, because I was finally receiving some good treatment; however, I had a feeling that the relaxation I was living in was not going to last for long. I had a feeling that things were going to turn into a big chaos. This would never last. Once my secret was out, I was going to be thrown into the hurricane again.
I had been doing my best lately, attempting to hide the truth that I held inside of me. If somebody found out my secret, I might end up getting killed in the most merciless way because, in the eyes of the vampires and witches, I was nothing but pure evil walking on earth. Death would be my fate one way or another. I was tired of living in fear. I just wanted peace. Was that too much to ask for?
I still remember the tough childhood I had because of something I did not choose to obtain. In books, what I had was classified as a gift, but in real life, it was nothing but a curse. Books were hypocrites; they called what I had a gift, yet they warned all creatures of my kind, describing me in a way that depicted me as nothing but a nuclear bomb. My childhood consisted of hiding and running away, always being afraid of getting caught. If only I could just get rid of that curse that had turned my life into nothing but a living hell...
My parents and I lived most of our lives hiding, moving a lot between the neutral territories between empires, doing our best to avoid getting caught. Until one night, James found us coincidentally and he discovered my gift, so he killed my parents and took me, not even giving me the chance to say goodbye. I spent a year at his empire being tortured in every cruel way.
Not a lot of people knew why vampire healers couldn’t heal a human, but I knew because I had been healed by a vampire before. When I was a two-year-old little girl, my family and I used to live normally in an empire that my parents refused to tell me its name. I fell sick, just like many kids, but the emperor of that empire, who was a healer, sympathized with me because according to what my parents told me, he loved me so much as if I was a child of his own. He healed me, but then he told my parents that they needed to run away, so he would not get in trouble and they did, being grateful for curing their only daughter and breaking the law for her sake. They never understood why he wanted that until they discovered that when he healed me, his blood made me resistant to any vampire's power; I was armor or a cover, whatever it shall be named. In that case, names were never important; the outcome was the main focus.
According to legends and books, I was a forbidden creature, I shall not walk on earth because I might cause an imbalance in the whole world. Witches would kill me if they found out that I existed. If many people like me existed, witches thought that we would cause a great threat to vampires. Witches wouldn't want any harm to happen to vampires because, although they were the judges of the world, they sometimes sided with them over werewolves; our judges were biased. Werewolves liked to live with their own kind, they did not want anyone to be involved in their lives or maybe they were never offered the chance.
I heard a knock on the door of my new room which made me sit up in bed as I was lying down. "Come in," I said a bit loudly.
Olivia opened the door and walked inside with a smile on her face. She was really beautiful, any girl would be jealous of her beauty. Her long wavy hair fell perfectly down her back, passing her waist. Her blue eyes had a natural glow. Her face seemed to be sculpted by a Greek god. She was flawless.
"Hey...would you like to go for a walk with me?" she asked me. She was so kind and generous with me, making me feel bad for lying to her. I wanted to tell her about my true identity because I felt that I could trust her, but something inside of me made me stop. I couldn't risk it.
"I would love to." I smiled at her and got out of bed. Luckily, friendships between humans and vampires were somehow acceptable, but not preferable, so none of us would fall in trouble if we hung out together.
We both left my room and we went downstairs. We made our way to the big garden in the castle and we walked for a while there. The weather was nice. It was neither cold nor hot. I loved the cool breeze that pushed my hair here and there. It was relaxing and comforting.
"Can I ask you something? By the way, should I call you ma'am or by your last name or what? After all, I'm a human who will sooner or later be slaved, and well... You're a vampire," I spoke a bit nervously. If I was not wrong, Olivia was somebody of great importance here. I noticed that whenever she was spotted, she was addressed with the title ‘lady’ or ‘ma’am’.
"Oh, please don't say that. It makes me feel like I'm a beast. Just call me Olivia," she quickly said. Beast? She wasn’t like that at all. She was kind and lovely.
"Why does it make you feel like that?" I wondered, looked at her. She smiled sadly and looked down for a few seconds.
"I wish I could tell you... but I might fall into trouble." She sighed heavily and I nodded my head. Even vampires were restricted at some points. Maybe they were never allowed to criticize their kind.
"I understand," I assured her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable in the slightest way.
"So, what did you want to ask about?" she asked me, trying to look cheerful again.
"How do vampires walk in the sun?" I questioned.
"Some vampires are day walkers, others have to wear something that has a Ruby stone in it to protect themselves from the sun," she explained to me.
"Is day walking considered a gift?" I asked her and she shook her head.
"It's more like a characteristic," she told me.
"Are you a daywalker?"
"No, I'm wearing a Ruby stone bracelet, but Adrian is," she said, raising her arm to show me the bracelet.
"He is lucky," I commented.
"Lucky because he is a daywalker? What will you say if you knew that he has five gifts?" She smirked making me gasp in surprise.
"Five gifts!? Is that even possible?" I exclaimed and she nodded, slightly laughing at my reaction.
"Nobody thought it was possible, but since Adrian was created, it became possible. He is one of a kind though," she said as we both sat down on the grass. Indeed, he was.
"Is it allowed for a human to know the power of the vampire?" I wondered.
"Of course, I can read memories and I can see spirits. As for Adrian, he can go invisible, read minds, heal other vampires, mimic powers and he also has telepathy power," she informed me.
"What's the point of having a healing power if vampires can already heal on their own and they're not allowed to heal humans?" I shrugged. It was a question that had always roamed my mind, just like how I drove their curiosity.
"Vampires can heal on their own when it comes to wounds, but vampires can also get sick. We have our terminal illnesses like humans have cancer and other deadly diseases," she explained to me. I had learned a lot of things about vampires from Olivia and their world turned out to be quite interesting. It only added to my previous knowledge that I acquired from books.
"You know that I can't read your memories," Olivia said, startling me. It was a topic I wanted to change as fast as possible.
"Maybe I don't have any memories." I lied, trying to make it sound as believable as possible.
"We all have memories, are you amnesiac?" she asked me.
"I don't know, but maybe when James tortured me, it affected my memory. I can't remember anything before my torture days." I lied again.
"I'm so sorry about that," she said, rubbing my back for comfort. She was so nice to me and I hated lying to her, but I had no choice. If my secret was out, I'd be dead.
Olivia had to go because she had a few things to do at the hospital ward and she told me I was free to wander wherever I wanted except for specific areas she informed me aboug. I was not in the mood to break any rule or law, so indeed, I followed what she said. I was trying to stay hidden, doing my best not to attract any unwanted attention. I didn’t even know for how long I would be able to stay here, so I needed to make my stay peaceful.“Hello.”I jump a little on hearing a male
I was in my study room, thinking about Rayne and her unusual ability to resist my powers and any other power. I tested her in many ways and not once did any power work on her. One time, I passed by her while I was supposed to be invisible, but she saw me and smiled at me while muttering, "good morning, sir." I had to contain myself at that moment. I almost lashed out, but I controlled myself at the last moment.
I heard Adrian and the witch talking about me in the study. I was walking around in the castle when I passed by the study by total chance and heard Adrian say my name. That was enough to make me stop and listen to the whole conversation. I heard him telling her to do whatever it took to get me to talk which made goosebumps appear on my arms and my heart beat fast enough that it could have jumped out of my chest.
I returned to the castle, feeling tired as hell after having a lot of things to do. I took off my clothes, leaving myself just in boxers and I fell asleep the moment my body hit the bed. I wanted to check on Rayne and to ask Eleanor how things went, but I was too tired to do that and I did not think that things would be bad. I was sure that whatever happened, it could never be bad. Roland’s words
My head was pounding so hard and I struggled to open my eyes. My body was in great pain and I tried keeping my eyes closed for a while, hoping that I would end up falling asleep again, but I failed. My body terribly wanted me to stay awake as if it enjoyed torturing me. I wanted to escape from the cruel reality I was stuck in. I was scared of facing whatever life had for me. I was not ready to face Eleanor or Adrian or their torture. I just wanted to have a peaceful life. A life where I am not tortured. Was that so much to ask for?
Rayne was broken. I unintentionally participated in the process of breaking her without noticing. I should have been more careful with my words with Eleanor. She would not have acted the way she did if I had wisely chosen my words. I did not understand why on earth she hated Rayne that much. I had a feeling that there was another reason beside Rayne being a 'forbidden creature'. As much as I used to trust Eleanor, I had always wished that I could be able to read her mind, but she was a witch and she knew how to protect her thoughts from any vampire who could read minds. She had always had that protection spell on to prevent vampires from having any effect on her.
My head was rested on the window of the witches’ private jet. Ironically, my first time on a plane was because of my being taken to my death; a prisoner to be executed. I looked down at the heavy cuffs that kept my hands together and I sighed; the cuffs were so heavy and tight; they were hurting my wrists. Why did they keep me cuffed on the plane? Was I going to run away or something while we were more than five thousand feet above the ground?
"I don't understand, why can't I come? I miss her, I won't cause any trouble. You know me..." Olivia frowned as she begged me to take her with me to the Witches Empire."I would have taken you if I cou