Chapter Three
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“From when I was a little girl before mom died, I haven’t missed this festival.”
“I could tell”
“Hmm, an alpha daughter doesn’t come out, which is a very bad thing, but surely this festival is one of the best in the astral blood pack. I heard people from other packs and witches come here too…”
“What about vampires?”
“Eh”
“Don’t they come to the festival?” Evelynne asked as they walked down the bushy path to the pack square where they party, drink, and people set up rare stalls of gems which you can’t find on a normal day. Different foods and varieties of games are displayed too.
They had to follow this path so no one would catch them or try to see them. Her blonde hair is a feature for everyone to know it’s her. Astral blood pack women aren’t blondes, only brown and black.
She didn’t have the strength to put on a cloak ,but she wore a hair tie to at least cover it a little, the same as the color of her shabby dress. She dressed this way so no one would identify her in the market. Everyone knew her face in the kingdom and would recognize her in a heartbeat.
She lifted her dress to walk properly before turning to her maid again. “Do they?”
Betty bit her lips contemplating, vampire matters were like a sacred matter to discuss in the werewolf kingdom. Even if they can’t and don’t say it, they are sometimes scared of the blood-sucking creatures.
“I don’t know but from what I have heard. No one has ever seen them or anything that looks like them.”
“Hmm okay” evelynne walked ahead, leaving Betty staring strangely at her. “Do you want to see them Mildy? ""They are evil bloodsucking creatures”, Betty yelled as she followed her.
“You are screaming bet” evelynne whispered, chuckling before running away. “Someone might hear you”. They arrived at the market, and undoubtedly it was packed. Children running around, stalls of different food she has never laid her eyes on.
She beamed widely; she was happy. This was her first time coming out to this festival. Her father never let her go to it, saying it was only for lowlife. She tapped her side gown and felt her pouch there with coins clinking inside. “Let’s go buy something bet”
“Yes milady, let’s go to that stall. The jewellery there is so beautiful. "I wish I could buy them”, Betty squealed happily, but got sad she couldn’t buy them. Evelynne took her hand in hers and dragged her, saying “I will buy it for both of us.”
“Don’t milady”, Betty pushed a guy who pressed his body to hers because of the crowd. “I can’t be feeding off of you, I…”
“You are just like my sister Betty” they reached the stall with Betty wowing and evelynne eyes shining while she picked up almost everything, but she didn’t but pick up a little with bet before they left for another stall where a rare bun was cooked with rare ingredients only grown in this season.
People crowded the stall where evelynne's hair tie fell off, and her blonde hair sprung out, flowing down her back. Her hair has never been cut, only when she was a kid, but since then, it has hardly been cut or trimmed.
No pins on her hair or anything leaving it flowing, so Betty had to pull her away from the crowd to a corner and use the band from her hair for her. “Did you see the hair tie?” Evelynne asked, tears in her eyes. That was amongst the few things she had of her mother and she felt like it protected her, so she wore it.
“We should go find it, Beth… I…you know how…we should go” she ran away, forgetting about her hair as it flowed in the wind, gathering the attention of everyone, but most especially a person in the crowd.
“Milady” Betty shouted, running after her and the person smiled smugly. “Your hair damnit eve, everyone is looking at you.”
They went back to the stall and searched the floor and grounds of the stall. Nothing. People strangely glared at them, most especially Evelynne. Whispers began.
“I can’t find it” she complained as they walked away to sit under the tree where a show was about to start. “Mom would be angry with me… I…couldn’t take care of such a small thing…she…”
“She will understand, Milady, that it wasn’t your fault but a mistake”, Beth consoled her, almost crying herself also as evelynne fell her head on her shoulders, crying. Only Betty can see her this way.
While they both cried, they didn't notice a male figure coming to sit beside them. “Hello?” He waved his hands in the air for both to see him, which they did and evelynne pulled away, cleaning her tears and licked her lips, which subtly caught the eyes of the male figure, but he removed his eyes immediately.
“Hello”, Betty greeted back. “How can we help you, Mr?” Her eyes roved over his sharp features. He was blond, just like her missy's, which meant he wasn’t from the astral blood pack. His chapped lips and his nose and ocean-blue eyes. Handsome was far from the words she wanted to use to describe him.
“A traveler here, in Astral bloodpack and I don’t know my way from here”, he shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “And?” Betty probed, her brows lifting.
“And I need directions to leave. Maybe you could help me find my way after here,” he smiled eerily at her. His eyes moved swiftly to evelynne, and they locked eyes, but she pulled hers away while watching the show like he was not there.
Betty almost drew blood from her tongue from the way she was biting her mouth. She didn’t know what to do and needed to take permission from her first lady. “Can you give me a second?” She said, her eyes pleading as she moved in the seat close to evelynne and whispered, sure she had heard everything. “What should I say to him, Milady?”
Evelynne’s eyes veered towards the male figure, and she eyed him, turning to Betty. She said, “Tell him to find someone else, Beth”. She stood up from the bench. “I’m out of here. Meet me after you chased him away. "Let’s go home, my hair tie is lost”, her face sullen as she walked away at a fast pace.
Betty turned to the male stranger, aware he must have heard their not-so-silent discussion, “I’m sorry I can’t help you, maybe someone here may be. "I hope you find your way”, she sprinted off to meet evelynne.
The male stranger's eyes glinted with pride and joy as he mumbled “I have found my way.”
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