*Blair’s Point of View*
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How in the world would Drea become a doctor in just a weekend? No. This is not making sense at all. This doctor could have just the same name as that gay girl who is one of my dearest friends back at the academy, but... It is surely Drea's aura. And... Wait... Jordan? Isn't her girlfriend, Leanne, the head cheerleader's last name is Jordan? Hold on a second. My head is aching. Hmm. What, now? Did they get married? No way.
Damn, now this is getting more and more complex. Extensively thinking about unthinkable things is making me weaker. I need blood, and blood bags is what I am here for. I will just deal with this curiosity of mine some other time. I need to revive my mate first, like... right now.
Then I decided to go back to the room where I could steal some blood bags as discreetly as possible and as many as I could. I will just pay them if ever I could remember, or if they could catch me. Well, good luck to them.
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When I finally got a hold of the box that has two dozen blood bags that have four-fifty milliliters of them each, I proceeded to think of the place where I wanted to arrive, but suddenly, I heard footsteps that were about to get inside this room. And, of course, I wouldn't wait for them. Who are they kidding?
At last, I am out of the hospital, yet I have arrived somewhere that I didn't think of in my control. The rooftop of the seniors' building in my Pryce's academy. Oh, this is the place where our third kiss happened. While I put down the box to look around, I felt raindrops from the sky. Is it gonna rain again? Maybe the sky is mourning with me. That's so nice of it.
Looking at the night view around the campus, I blinked many times in disbelief when I got sight of some new buildings near the library and the very huge dome next to the gym. What the fudge? Am I in the correct academy? I think I am. Alright, I guess my eyes and mind have been playing sh*ts with me. I really need to get to my Pryce now. Maybe I am just hallucinating and seeing things that I don't know why they are appearing before me. I need to rest, also.
After picking up the box of blood bags and thinking of my bedroom where my Pryce is, I opened my eyes, and I found myself at our graves while the rain was pouring so hard again. Hmmm, here is another thing before me that makes me think of something absurd. The tree that has been hit by the deadly lightning. It surely will die sooner.
Then I decided to just run with my super speed into my room because I am afraid that I would arrive somewhere else far if I would teleport again.
"Oh! My Babe, My Sweetheart, My Cupcake, My Honey-bee, My Baby-blue, My Pumpkin, My Mate, My Love, My Queen, My Pryce, I'm here. I hope that I will be seeing your lovely electric blue eyes sooner than sooner, or hear your amazing voice calling my name, or just call me Freak." I let out with my optimistic vibe as I saw her on my bed, and I placed the things that I needed for this procedure of bringing her back to me. Well, all I needed was blood and myself, and her dead body, of course. Also, include my high hopes that I will succeed. There is no way for failure in my whole being. Everything is possible if you just believe. And, I believe, deeply.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before I began to take up the blood in the bag in my hold, and another one and another. I need at least five liters of this matter in my system. Her, too.
After I was finally full and refreshed, I turned my focus to the stunning dead girl before me. I need to heal her wounds first.
Then I kneeled at her right side near the bed, and I closed my eyes and tried to perform the healing spell again on her. And, I truly hope that this will work.
A few seconds passed, and I opened my eyes to see if what I have done to her is successful. And a smile of relief formed on my face as I noticed that the big wound on her chest is not there anymore—only a scar. Then I tried to feel her back if the other side of the wound was healed, also, and I let out a sigh of comfort when I felt it no more.
Now, it is time for the next step—blood transfusion.
Hmmm. She can't drink since I am not so sure if her digestive system can manage to deliver the red matter to her veins like mine. I think I need to be using my doctor-doctor skills. I think I can handle it.
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When I finished setting up some of the necessary apparatus that I had stolen from the hospital again, near the bed and injected a needle into the biggest veins on both of her forearms, I took a seat on the bed to wait for the blood from the bags to be transferred to her body.
"Please, come back to me, my love," I muttered while I gently caressed her left cheek with my right hand and stared at her face, full of hope.
"You have no idea how much I missed you, Pryce." I continued talking to her with my sad voice, and I tried to recall what had happened before we got into this situation.
"Did you know that... That I lost my sh*t when you got stabbed, and I saw you died? Then... Damien almost killed me, but I... and I... I think I... No. Wait... No, fudge it! Have I killed everyone at the war with my all-out firepower? No, no, no, no. No, I don't think so. No, I don't know. F*ck! What if I have killed everyone else there? The witch warriors, Mom, Sander, Aunt Alex, and Alison... And, all of them? Oh, no, I couldn't have, right? Oh, sh*t! The seer did mention that I could hurt everyone I hold dear because of the too much power that I hold. No! It can't be! Mom, no!" I let out and panicked as I remembered something so tragic which could have possibly happened during that night. But I don't... I don't think I could... do that. It's a horrible massacre.
When I felt too much sorrow and condemnation towards myself, I noticed that both my clenched fists fired up out of my control, and I just felt nothing but absolute anger. This. This is the reason that I shouldn't have lost her. I can't control myself. What if I really did kill all of them? What if I was so blinded by my rage that night that I never thought that there are other innocent and good people there which I have killed, too? No, there is no one to blame but me. But no. It was the fault of that bastard monster, Damien. If he had just surrendered the throne to the rightful ruler and accepted his destiny that he is just not the true leader of the werewolves, this couldn't have happened. He was a traitor that the soul of the Werewolf King inside my Pryce had trusted before, he was the trusted best friend of her past life that have murdered her for the throne, and he did it again. He just deserved to die in my hands. He deserves no mercy from me. But... I... I don't know if I have killed all other individuals who fought with me in saving my mate from the prophecy to happen. I don't know what to do if it is really the truth. How can I pay? I even killed my whole family. No!
As I grieved on my possible biggest blunder, I just noticed that the fire from my hands slowly crawled up to my arms uncontrollably, and my clothes started to burn. I don't feel any pain other than the remorse of my existence. I shouldn't have lived. Maybe this is why I was cursed with my father's death. That I shouldn't live if my father, the former King of the Vampires, is still alive. I am a destructive entity that should be gotten rid of.
If Pryce won't live, I might as well kill myself. That's the only thing that should be done tonight if this procedure goes sideways. If I have died once, twice, then... why not make it forever, right? In that way, everyone would be at peace. No one will ever get hurt by my reckless action again. Ever.
While I am in my chaotic trance, I snapped my head to Pryce when I heard her said with her raspy voice, "You are not gonna burn me alive, are you, Blair?"
And my mouth dropped in shock when I saw her moving and blinking her lovely red eyes, to which I quickly stood up from the bed that was about to get burned.
Is this for real? Of course, it is!
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- Darkness. Darkness is all I see around me. It envelops my whole being to the point that I feel like I am part of it. I don't feel anything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I unable to see? Have I not opened my eyes? I think I did. Am I in somebody's room where the lights are off? Where is everybody, anyway? Oh, my Blair! Where is she? Where is that freak? While I felt my mind so confused and clueless, I tried to talk, "Hello? Anyone?". I think I need to call for help. What if I am captured again by the...? Werewolves. Yeah, werewolves! They... There were so many of them. I was... I am... one of them. Oh, no.
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Pryce, you're back. Hi!" She greeted me with her face in relief and joy mixed, and she attempted to go near the bed to touch me. And I went to look at her from head to toe, not that I am checking her out, but I kinda really am. Well, doesn't she realize that she is on fire? She could have, right? "Oh, yeah, right. Fudge it! Oh, shit. Why is this not coming off?" She mumbled when she finally saw her situation; while she's been patting the parts of her clothes that have been on fire, yet her hands are also on fire. Nice one, my freak. Then, I just stared in wonder at my mate, who has been panicking while busy trying to kill the flame that surrounds her body. I actually don't know what I should do to help her out. Cheer? Hmm.
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "What do you mean, I'm a vampire?" I asked Blair in confusion as I am puzzled as heck about why she would say such a thing. I mean, I know being a half-werewolf is quite shocking already, now what more is an additional one? The more, the merrier? Maybe. And the response of my great mate is just pointing at her mouth. What does she mean by that? Kiss? Make out? Hmm? Then she pointed to her eyes, next. What now? She what? Stare at me? Oh, stalks on me! I know, she always does before. She is just a freak being one, you know. Finally, she pointed to her left forearm with her right middle and index fingers. What is it this time? Her fingers? Oh, yeah, they are nice as heck. And, please, green mind, leave me
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "Dad, how are we both alive?" I asked the man before me with my bewildered, curious mind, and he went to sit down on the couch. I just want to know because I remembered that my mother has mentioned that we are cursed. One of us should be dead for the other to be alive. And now, we both are living. "Death. I guess that's what broke it, Claude. I died, you died. I think that is it. That was great lighting that woke you up, was it?" He answered, and he seemed to have a point. I held my mate's left hand in mine and led her to the bed to sit down as this conversation with the King of the Vampires is not gonna be a quick one. "Yeah, it was. I really don't know why I came to life because of it. Ch
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Hey, are you ready?" My grinning mate asked me as she held my left hand with her right one, and I took a deep breath and nodded my head in response. "I don't know if I'm nervous or excited, Blair," I uttered and turned my head to look at her pretty face, and the girl chuckled. "Well, I guess you are nercited then." She replied that it made me let out a soft laugh. Yeah, indeed. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I found myself standing outside a huge wooden double door. It's Cassie's porch. Damn, I can't imagine what she looks like now, or if she has a family of her own, what her job is, and everything else that I have missed for the last thirty years. That was surely longer than the years that I hav
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- Tears fell from her warm blue eyes... As expected. And damn! She looks different from the last time that I saw her. Her hair was in a ponytail, and now, it's down. Different, right? "Tell me I'm not dreaming." She began while slowly walking where Pryce and I are, and I cleared my throat as l will be the one to tell her since my mate here is also bawling her eyes out but smiling. "Sander, you are not dreaming," I told her as she said, and I went to sit on the headrest of the couch to get a better view of them. It's just a magnificent sight to see two very close friends reunited again. For Pryce, it was just yesterday, but for my cousin, it was an eternity.
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- After meeting my best friend's family, with which we shed tears, and knowing a few important details about the things that Blair and I have missed about them, here are the two Northern Witches now discussing magical crystals of their race. "You do have your Octavia's Crystal, don't you, Blairie?" Cassie asked the inquisitive hybrid, and Blair took out her necklace to show it and replied, "Yeah." "That one makes you human if you wish to be because of the spell in it. It hides your supernatural auras and form. And it works for witches only, whether Northern or Southern. While this Mirak's Crystal, which I have acquired by the moment I turned twenty-one and was given to me by my mom, lets any witch travel to places by creating a portal if you wish to do so.
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "Mommy, are you okay?" The little boy worriedly asked his mother, who has been puking her digestive system out, and I caressed her back to soothe her feelings and help her empty her stomach from the coffee and pancake that she had eaten earlier. "I can't believe that you still lose your sh-what you have in your tummy when teleporting, Sander," I told her while trying not to say the shit-word because AC is listening. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after cleaning herself using the water on the fountain fronting the palace. "No, I don't get dizzy when I am using the crystal in going to places, Blairie. It's only your vampire-teleporting-shit is making me vomit my freaking intestines out!" She retorted and walked to get insid