"Chapter 3" Unrealistic Truth
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"Father, that's not a big deal, time flies, and days change. He let out his dominating voice. He has such a predominant and firm voice.
His father peeked at him with a busted expression, " So my son, you really need to turn back the clock, because we cannot be with humans."
"Look at you; you are just putting years on but seeking nothing; you are showing nothing. How could you become the next leader?" He asked, and Daminion smirked and then let out with a frown.
"I do not want to be a leader. I am good at my place, and everybody knows we are not the real king; the real king is your brother," he said, and Orson's face burned with outrage; he really wanted to show that deviance in his ill temper.
"What do you say?" He asked again.
"I say what you heard, I am not accountable for what you want and what your people want, I want to do what I want."
"We do not harm humans, we do not go against them, we are just being nice to these dumb head creatures, so why can't we have fun with them as well?"
"We are just being nice as you told us," he tried to mock him, and Orson gasped.
"You are being stubborn and insolent," Orson said, looking down.
"Father, there is no point in playing this king and Prince game; stop deceiving people and yourself." he knows it all that the tide is turned; he gasped and sipped off his ceramic stemware.
"How could you be so indolent?" Orson clinched his jaw.
"Father, I don't want to be this way, but someday you have to understand, so not now," he smirked.
"And if I tell you that not all the purebloods are dead," he let out, and Daminion choked on his wine.
"What..... What do you mean?" He smiled, and Orson looked into his eyes.
"Oh, come on, let's be real," Daminion said, and his father's eyes were not lying at all.
"This is the most unrealistic truth ever," Orson said.
"You can feel her blood flowing in your veins," Orson said, but Daminion had never tried it before.
"How can I?" Daminion asked.
"You need to close your eyes," Orson said, and Daminion placed his glass on the table; he closed his eyes to feel the depth inside.
"You need to go and find that cavernous space in your heart, where its veins that are carrying the aroma of pure blood are connected," Orson said, and Dominion tried to find that hidden spot in his heart.
"But I can't find it," he let out while closing his eyes.
"You will," Daminion closed his eyes and tried to find that dark place that was jailed in his mind, and suddenly, he saw a girl standing in a little red dress. Her rear was visible to him, as her body was slender and charismatic.
The wind was blowing, and her hair was floating; she was placing her hand over her next arm and standing in the middle of Sylvan Road.
"Hey......," he let out and tried to grab her hand, but suddenly everything vanished, and he came to the place where he was standing with his father.
He was breathing heavily, and goosebumps were all over his body.
"Did you see it?" Orson asked.
"Her..... She is her." Daminion opens his eyes.
"She is feeble," Daminion said and smirked.
"She is here; she is alive after many years. We got the rip-off," Orson said; he saw Daminion's eyes were flattering, and he found the vivacity to find that pure blood.
Everything turned capricious, Daminion said.
"You are my rebellious child, but you need to prove yourself, as this nation needs to see their new king," Orson said.
"You are right, Father," Daminion smirks.
"But you need to be very careful; she is a vestige, and if we off-track her, we are not going to find another," Orson said.
"I will take care of her more than my life." Daminion nodded at him, and Orson patted his shoulder.
"Don't tell anyone about her; once you find her, enclose her from everyone. Don't let anyone find her, or even see her," Orson advised him.
"Don't worry, Father, she is mine from now on," Daminion said
He definitely wanted to devour that fragile thing.
After marrying her, the only purpose she will be compelled to is bearing babies for the vampire lineage.
Elysia was working hard to secure her internship; she was trying to gather every single information that could help her gain more and more information.
"It's enough, Eli, now you need to stop it. Time is running out," she said, and Eli smiled while documenting the Patient's chart.
"I know, but this is important, I don't know who is going to see her who is not, and I am just making a great difference by a little effort," Eli said.
"Elysia, you are turning such a cheugy." Emma makes a desperate face.
"Don't you want to party?" Emma asked.
"But we need to gather as much experience as we can," Eli said.
"Yes, and this doesn't matter if anything goes wrong from us, we are rookies, we should enjoy our life, if we don't, then the time will be slipping," she said.
"Yes, but the time is already over, Emma, if you want to go, then you can, but don't ask me,"
"I have to work hard so I can give my grandfather a better life, which he always deserves," she said.
"Eli, your grandfather has lived his life, and now this is your turn to live it as it's your last." Emma was so excited about today's party, but Eli had her literal concerns.
"Emma, I appreciate that you always ask me, but not today, I have to go home, probably grandpa is missing his doses, I have to keep a keen eye on him," she said and moved. Emma was again standing here, feeling embarrassed.
She thinks that Eli always wanted to make her feel bad and disgusting about herself, and that's what a toxic friendship looks like, not Eli, but Emma was the main villain of their friendship.
"Argh, she is a cringe." She makes a disgusting face and leaves.
"Okay, Eli, this is going to be your last patient, then you can leave," the Nurse said to her.
"Okay, thank you so much," Eli replied.
She was packing up when Mr. Franz entered the room.
She turned and unexpectedly encountered that gentleman.
"Elysia," he let out, and she gasped in fear.
"I.... I am so sorry, but you scared me," she let out.
"No, you don't have to be," He said, and she took a long gasp.
"Is there anything you want, Mr. Franz?" She asked.
"Yes, I want to ask you if you should take an off and we can go somewhere nice," he asked, and his shyness was explicit on his face.
She gives a fragile smile and let out, I would love to, thank you for asking, but this week is impossible, I am having a lecture, she said, and he understands.
"Okay, my bad, let's plan it sometime else," he said.
She was feeling uncomfortable, but that was necessary.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Franz," she let out.
"Don't say sorry, you can do anything you want to do with me, I would never mind," he said, and she got shocked, her eyes went wide, and his were deliberately staring into hers.
"I.... I didn't get you," she replied with a struggling voice.
"You will some day," he said and left the room. Elysia was standing flabbergasted.
She got her nerves back and got her hell out of that room, which was satisfactory for her sake.
Elysia was standing at the bus stop. Suddenly, a Bentley Continental GT stopped in front of her.
She was amused, and the black screen turned down.
Sky's face was glistening at her. She passed a delighted smile to him, and with a nod, she let out.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Eli asked.
"I am here to pick you up," he replied, and she gave a shy, subtle smile.
"To pick me, why? I didn't ask for that," she said.
"But I know, I know everything that your heart wants," he said, and she smiled.
"Maybe you are living in some kind of delusion," she said.
"My bad, can we just stop being inquisitive about giving those answers that could never be solved, just get in," he smiled, and his eyes were pleasing to her.
She was quietly sitting while the blush on her cheeks was wholly perspicuous.
The moment was divine two beings who wanted to be together were having the most surreal feelings, the surroundings were perfectly serene, but the sounds of their hearts were echoing around them, This moment was disrupted by the jarring sound of Sky's phone.
He peeks at his phone and cuts it without thinking for another second.
And that gesture makes Eli suspicious.
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