Chapter 17: library

Charlotte’s pov

“are you sure? It’s a supernatural library, which means you are likely to bump into a supernatural being there” Alexa said and I nodded.

We were covering my blood mark with as much make up as we could.

I was also spraying my hair with dye spray so my blonde hair doesn’t make me stand out.

I even got contact lenses and the make up made me look completely different.

This library could be the one place in the world where I could find this information.

And from what I heard its owned by the Vampire King.

If I don’t find the book I intend on finding out something about him.

That way I will be able to ask him what happened and what he knows about the blood mark.

I do know that chances of him knowing something are slim but I need anything right now.

If someone told me to stand naked in the rain I would if it means getting rid of this and being a target.

When I was done I looked myself in the mirror, I cant even recognise myself.

I don’t think anyone would be able to do so, I will find answers and I will get my life back.

i got up and decided to head out to this library, it was one of the reasons I moved to this city.

Its because I knew that one day I will want to visit this place and find answers.

I got to my bike and drove off, got there soon.

To the naked eye it looks like just a normal building, there is no fancy heading on it.

I went in and security checked if I was a supernatural being or not and then let me in after getting their confirmation.

The library was big and honestly made me smile and actually gave me hope.

If it has this many books then they probably have books on curses.

So I went to that section, looked at every single one of them but nothing.

At this rate I have become so knowledgeable about anything witchcraft and spells related.

I have read so many books that at this book I can recognise some just looking at the covers.

After hours and hours I searching I found one book that had blood spells and curses.

As I was reading I noticed that it was missing a few pages and someone told me its pages related to the blood mark.

Who did this?

I mean who would go out of their way to make sure that there is no information about this?

We have been trying our best to look for some information with my father but nothing.

As if someone erased all the important information that I feel is essential.

All people know and all we have been able to find was that it was what everyone knows.

Apperantly I am the reincarnation or possessed by this evil bitch who refuses to die.

She killed witches like her, she was so terrible that they were forced to come up with a curse specifically for her.

But they don’t say anything about the curse and its purpose.

My theory is that someone wanted to make sure that if the woman is ever reborn they would kill her on sight.

I heard that people grow up with what is called an evil bone.

People with an evil bone are guaranteed no matter what to end up evil and cause havock.

Every theory I have found has always been scary, so scary that I couldn’t believe it.

I keep hoping and begging that it all these theories and stories arent true.

I once went to what is called a fan club, a secret fan club about this evil woman.

People there idolise her and talk about her, their theories were scary and they were even scarier.

They seemed to enjoy talking about her and all the terrible things they think she did.

The fact that they know and think she could do these things bad things but they still idolise her is scary.

As I was looking I noticed that a letter fell out of the book.

I went down to pick it up but then a hand stopped me.

“thank you for that, guests are allowed to read books but never letters hidden in the books” the person said.

The letter was slightly opened and I noticed that it seemed more like a poem than a letter.

The title was blood, I am heavily covered in make up and didn’t tell them my name.

I can just come back after a few weeks once they have forgotten about me or who they think I am.

But this poem could be a clue I cant let go of.

I have been here all day and nothing.

even if it probably doesn’t have the answers I am looking for then I am okay with it.

But at the end of the day I wont be able to get this letter back once they take it.

I picked it up and looked at the person looking at me.

Definitely a vampire, it makes sense that he would be here because the owner is a vampire.

“can I just read it for a few minutes, I found it” I said and he frowned.

“my boss has been looking for somethiing like that for centuries. Its important to him” the man said and I nodded.

“of course” I said and I acted like I was giving it to me while summoning my magic.

The moment I touched his hand he froze and I smiled.

“I am sorry, I need it more” I said and started running as fast as my feet could take me.

He is vampire, although he cant find me using my scent he will still be able to find me.

I have 2 minutes to come up with a plan to lose him.

As  I was running I realised that he will be able to follow me because of my footsteps and heavy breathing.

Not to mention the clothes I was wearing,

I need a way to excuse my heavy breathing and hide my clothes and face.

I stopped running when I noticed a man who was facing the other way.

He was wearing a long black coat, definitely long enough to hide my entire outfit.

I quickly ran to him in no time and pulled him towards me and a book shelve.

In no time I kissed him, I didn’t pay attention to what he looks like at all.

At first he stood there surprised.

“please kiss me back” I whispered and just like that he wrapped his hands around me.

The kiss was just a cover to hide my heavy breathing but I suddenly couldn’t breath from how hot it was.

It was urgent and I felt this desire surge in me,

I was actually enjoying kissing this stranger.

It felt so familiar, like it was something I was used to or should be used to.

This is my first kiss,

I have been on the run since I was 16 years old so I never had a boyfriend.

Then why do I feel like this?

Why do I feel like I am right where I belong?