Seeking Revenge

I caught a glimpse of Damien's glowing golden eyes before his imprecisely moving hand jabbed my nose…he was hell bent on doing what he pleased.

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                        WAYNE’S POV

     Although I could not still figure out why the witch suddenly killed my Father, this conversation could be that Damien was up to something. I was sure Lucerne also suspected it because the look on his face did not say otherwise.

     I stood from the bed and approached Damien, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. “If the witch was, indeed, sent by the Alpha, then it is the more reason for us to be careful and bound to protect the Shore from a worse attack.”

     “Do not lecture me, Wayne!” Damien snapped and potently shoved my hands off his shoulders. I instantly drew back at his reaction; he was getting furious. “This same witch had been coming to you at night for close to a decade! If you had taken action, maybe we would have avoided all these. Nevertheless, what did you do? Stay calm and enjoy as she feels your skin!”

     “What was I to do? She did not show up physically until today!” I retorted. Sometimes Damien spoke without thinking! How was I supposed to fight back when all I could remember when awake was a piece of all that occurred in the dream? Even if I felt it was real, there was no guarantee until today that it truly was.

      However, Damien was not even considering that. He abandoned me and went to squat beside Lucerne's Bed, he placed his hands on Lucerne's thigh; a move to buy the Latter’s favor. “Elder brother, please give me a pass out of the Shore. I promise to avenge the death of Father and protect the Shore from an attack.”

     I turned to face them.

     “You cannot leave. The Chiefs would soon announce me to the people as the new Lord of the Shore, and I need you two to stay by my side,” Lucerne replied casually, “Especially now that the Shore is likely to be under attack anytime soon.” ,

     “And that is why I need to do this― to find my fellow vampires, train more demon warriors, and protect the Shore together,” Damien insisted persuasively, impelling me to butt in.

     “The vampires have all been wiped out by the Alpha! Even if you find any, history will only repeat itself.”

     Damien craned his neck to spare me a glance as he fired back, “The vampires went into hiding, and they were not wiped out!” I recoiled and stood aside. Damien was indeed stubborn!

     “Come on now, we should not fight with ourselves,” Lucerne spoke softly. “We never know which of the stories are true, but one thing is sure, and that is I need you two beside me. Let us fight this together.” 

     Damien sprang to his feet and threw his hands carelessly in the fits of anger. “So you will just sit back and watch as the bastards bring the Shore to destruction? Even if you want to, you cannot tell me to do the same when there is a probability that the werewolves are triggering a war! Father never told us how mother died or how he first got poisoned, but I have an instinct that it is all connected to the Alpha!”

     “Calm down, Damien,” I cooed.

     “Do not tell me to calm down!” Damien yelled again, this time a rush of wind whizz past my face, causing me to close my eyes shortly. Passing that, I approached him and placed my hands on his shoulders again, which could have been the mistake I had made.

     “Can we just stop talking about this?” I spoke softly, praying in my heart that Damien saw reason in my words. “Fighting already is like disrespecting Father when he just kicked the bucket a few minutes ago.”

     “Well I do not care!” I caught a glimpse of Damien's glowing golden eyes before his imprecisely moving hand jabbed my nose. Fuck! My head swayed back at once, and I staggered backwards. I would surely have plunged to the ground if Lucerne did not quickly spring from the bed to support me by the shoulders, keeping me from falling.

     He glared at Damien. Although he knew it was an accident and so did I, Damien never bothered to apologize, he was hell bent on doing what he pleased. “I can see that you two are finding an excuse not to avenge our Father's death!” He began instead. His eyes burned even more than a flame as they looked between Lucerne and I, jabbing us a fierce blow.

     “I am taking my revenge whether you guys agree with it or not.” Damien stated and dashed out of the room on that note, slamming the door behind him. I shuddered when the loud sound from the banged door reached my ears, following an echo. With my hand now massaging the sides of my nose, I stood flabbergasted at the now closed door.

     “Are you okay?” Lucerne asked after. I turned to him and nodded, though it was too late because he had already seen the streak of blood that trailed down my nostrils. He reached out and wiped the blood off with his index. “I hope you do not take Damien's actions to heart.”

     I gave a dishonest smile before I huffed, “I am the last person you should ask this because I am more used to his attitude than anyone else. He has been like that after all.” I sighed at the last sentence. “I think I need something to eat, I will go get myself breakfast. Please rest.” I turned around and left the room, but not without sparing Lucerne one glance.

     He stared back at me, probably hoping my calmness was not the fact that I deeply hurt within. Truly, I was. It was not because of Damien’s reaction. It was still about Father’s passing, and I could not find a way to let out the shrouded emotions in me. My heart was heavy with a pain that lingered in it, yet I could not pour out the burden to ease myself.

     I reached the Kitchen to find a few handmaids preparing a small amount of food. Although demons do not eat and if they do, it was just once in a full moon, and a little quantity too, so I find it strange how I was the only one who consumed the meals. Sometimes I think, maybe it was an effect of my weakness, whatever!

     I spotted Anastasia in the large Kitchen; I guessed she already dished my breakfast, so I approached her. Each of the maidens curtsied before me with greetings as I passed them and I tried my best to reply to them all. With the sorry looks on their faces, I could tell that they have already heard the news of the Demon Lord's passing.

     “My Lord,” Anastasia curtsied when she saw me. “You should have waited for me to serve you breakfast, my Lord.”

     “No,” I smiled before thrusting out my hands for the tray she held. “No need, I should do certain things myself sometimes.” Anastasia did not protest, she handed me the tray of my breakfast and curtsied. Nonetheless, just as I made a move to turn around, I heard whispers from the handmaids standing before the counter beside me.

    “Have you noticed how the sky suddenly changed from bright blue to gloomy?” A maiden queried another, and more whispers followed after.

     I looked up at the sky to confirm what they just said. The atmosphere had indeed, suddenly changed from the bright, beautiful morning sky to a dark, shady one. It slowly affected the brightness of the room as my eyes locked on the blankly dark sky― so blank that I could not even see the clouds.

     This could not be rainfall and I was sure of it. There was only one person I knew to have been able to do this and it was Damien. However, he only manipulated the weather when he needed to go out during the day; otherwise, he stayed in his room until the sun went down.

     Now the horrid realization dawned on me that something must have gone wrong, and if anything bad happened without the watch of Lucerne or me, Damien was likely to act on impulse. No, this does not sound good to me; I need to check it out!