Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Vampire King's Obsession : Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Dante's POV I watched Christopher walk away. He wanted to say something, but the call finally came through, so I had to send him away for it. I had finally gotten the long awaited phone call from Hotep. “You couldn’t wait another seventy years?” I asked sarcastically. “I’m sorry, Dante, but I had to wait until the time was right,” he said, sounding detached but also very remorseful. I had to ask him about it now. I had been planning and thinking all this while about how to breach the subject when he finally called me. I needed to make sure I didn’t reveal my weakness to the enemy, but I also needed to know if this was his doing. “Can we switch this to a video call on my laptop?” I asked him. “Sure,” he responded, and I turned on my laptop and connected the call. This was what I wanted. I needed to be able to see his face and gauge his reactions. Looking at him would help me read him. I smiled at him as his face appeared on my screen, and he smiled back. “I had a que

Dante's POV I made my way down the elevator and got into my car. I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted to do was get to Christopher and make sure he was safe. Everything else could wait. I connected the GPS to the tracker he had on him and began to drive. I just needed to get there. I drove, speeding and ignoring all the red lights. Traffic safety was the least of my worries in this moment. I finally pulled up in front of the building. I felt his scent in the building, so I knew he was there. It was a regular apartment building, but it still showed his tracker in there. I made my way in, not caring about anything else but making sure I found him. I burst the door to the apartment and rushed inside. I could smell him in there. I looked around the apartment, but it was empty. I found the bracelet I got him that had the tracker in it. A note sat beside it. I picked it up, shaking as I read it: “The Black Death taking a human partner is a disgrace to us and our

Dante's POV It’s been a day and I hadn’t found him yet. I was losing my mind. Everyone knew that. I couldn’t stay in the building knowing he was out there in danger, so I had been roaming around searching for his scent as I waited. Manson was still searching. I knew that. I knew he was doing his best, but I was still inches close to going full-on berserk. The only thing keeping me sane was knowing that I had to keep going. I had to keep looking. I had to keep searching. My phone buzzed, and it was a call from Manson. Finally. I’d been standing out here for a while now, waiting for something. Anything. “What did you find?” I asked immediately as the call connected. “I tried to search for devices that registered around the tracker but couldn’t, so I decided to go through his own phone. I got in, and it shows here that he got a call from an unknown number, so I decided to get the recording of the call sent over from the service provider,” he said, and I nodded, not carin

Dante's POV "Why?" Lucien screamed at me. He looked different. More angry. Angrier than I've ever seen him in my entire life. He rarely showed emotions before but now… Now he looked like someone I couldn't recognize. I was still finding it hard to believe he would do that to me. Staring at him right now, I felt a hurt and betrayal that shook me to my core. Deep down, I was hoping for something to redeem him. Someone to take the blame. I would not have forgiven him either way, but I needed someone or something to take the blame for his actions. Someone or something to be the cause of his actions. I had hoped that maybe he had been manipulated, coaxed, forced but he looked like a willing participant. My emotions were all over the place. Rage. Hurt. Fear. I couldn't stop myself from being afraid. Watching Christopher bruised up and bleeding somehow scrambled my brain. I knew I could save him right now. I could let Lucien cut his throat and rush in while Lucien

Christopher's POV I felt strange. I felt different. Was I dead? Is this what dying felt like? I couldn't move my body, but I was also hungry. Very hungry. I wanted to eat. I needed to eat. I forced my eyes open and looked around. My eyes… Everything looked different. Brighter. It was like I could see colors I had never noticed before. Everything was clearer too. My vision was crisp. I was in my room with Dante in the manor. I couldn't remember much from what happened, but I remembered being killed. I remembered dying. What had happened between then and now? I tried to sit up from the bed and force myself up. The force I exerted crushed the bed, and the mattress sunk in. What the fuck? My body felt strange, weird, stronger, healthier, but weird and there was this insistent hunger. I was ravenous. I needed to go downstairs and have something to eat. It must be because I was kidnapped. I hadn't had anything good to eat since then. The door to the room s