Chapter 22: answers

Charlotte’s pov

I did research on the Vampire King.

Turns out the library I visited the other day belongs to him as well.

“I want to meet the vampire King. I have to meet him” I said to Alexa who just frowned at this.

“this is a very influential person. You can’t just walk in and demand to talk to him” Alexa said, and I just frowned.

“he might have the answers I am looking for. Please help me” I said to her, and she shook her head.

Alexa is very good at finding people and information about them.

But so far we have found nothing about the blood mark.

Maybe if we knew more then I would be able to find answers to all my questions.

Alexa frowned but then nodded.

“fine I will help you, but this is a bad idea” she said, and I smiled.

I know that it’s a bad idea because there is nothing out there that people say about the Vampire King that is good.

He is known to be a very cold and heartless man all around the supernatural world.

And the fact that he is powerful and very rich makes him someone people avoid.

It’s something that my mother always said when we were young.

We weren’t rich but we were comfortable enough, but my mom hated rich people.

She always warned us not to go anywhere near rich people.

They can be really good friend who help you in life, but they could also be great enemies who stand in your way.

So, I always told myself that I would never befriend them let alone go near any of them.

But I don’t have a choice in this matter.

Honestly, people with money scare people like me a lot.

 I know that they are not all the same but let’s be honest its rare to find a good rich person in this world.

And what scares me the most is the fact that he could have the information I am looking for.

I am not sure that I am ready to hear my truth and the truth about the curse.

Do I want to know about it one day?

Yes but am I ready for answers?

Well, I am not sure.

Sometimes I feel like I am ready to get the answers I want and feel like I deserve.

There were times when I saw so desperate that I wanted to ask the elders of my coven.

I kept looking at the poem hoping that somehow I will find the answers I am looking for.

I keep telling myself that maybe this has nothing to do with me.

That maybe I am just losing my mind after all this time of being on the run.

But I can’t dismiss the idea that this could really be related to me.

That somehow I might have written it but when and why?

I mean my handwriting being similar to the one in the poem could be just a coincidence.

I keep telling myself that, but I keep feeling like I am lying to myself.

So, this is one of the reasons I want answers to all these questions.

Because I am tired of feeling like I am losing my mind.

And it’s also one of the reasons I don’t want to know the truth.

The reason I am scared to get the answers is because what if they drive me crazier than I already am?

Answers could determine my entire future and I guess that is scary to me in some ways.

I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what else I could find on this.

Maybe there could be another poem somewhere on the face of the earth that could help me.

I looked all over the internet but couldn’t find anything about a blood poem.

Hell, I even follow groups that are obsessed with these kinds of stuff.

It’s mostly humans who are obsessed with Supernatural beings or want to be one after they find out they exist.

Well, I always thought that they were stupid until I found one that is like a fan base for the blood-mark spirit inside me.

They call her all sorts of names and many of their theories actually did make sense.

But it never sounded like something that could be true but something that could be possible.

Alexa came in running and I looked at her as she gave me her best smile.

“I found him” she said and then gave me a flyer of a hotel.

“this is a hotel, are you sure that he is here?” I asked her and she nodded.

“he was there at the whole party they hold for supernatural beings. He owns a hotel here; he obviously is staying in his own hotel” she said.

 I suddenly felt so nervous out of the blue.

I didn’t want to catch any attention to myself at all.

So, I wore a hoodie, I don’t know how I will be able to get to see him but I need to try.

I can’t just sit here when there is someone out there who might have the answers.

Maybe he doesn’t know much but having lived for so many years he probably has some kind of clue.

Maybe in his very long life he has heard rumours that could get me all the answers I want.

“should I come with you?” Alexa asked me but I shook my head.

If I am walking into the Lion’s den then I would rather walk in there alone.

She is already putting herself in danger by being around me but I wont walk into danger with her.

I got into my car and drove to the hotel he should be staying in.

I went straight to the receptionist but didn’t know what to say or how to get started.

But I smiled a little when I realised that she is a vampire.

We supernatural beings usually can tell when we are around one another.

Witches though are harder to tell.

“I would like to see the vampire King” I said, and she looked at me and started laughing.

“girl get out of here” she said and went back to her work.

I slammed my hand on the counter, “I want to see him” I said.

“get out of here before I turn you into a blood bank” she said, and I actually found her cute.

This little girl thinks that she will be able to stand against me.

I heard footsteps and turned around only to find that guy in the library.

remember him?

The one who wanted that poem I found in the library.

he looked at me and seemed shocked.

“get into the elevator, press the penthouse button. Second door on your left” he said, and I looked at the girl.

She seemed just as surprised as I was, is it this easy to see the vampire King?