Fate's Judgement *Book 3* FREE READ

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::Trey's POV::

    I wasn't sure if I should have told the dimwit that vampires in fact do not sleep. But, I figured I didn't need to because the little rascal was trespassing into my room!

    But maybe a part of me needed to let her explore with her curiosity. Maybe that was the only way she would actually learn and find out.

    That maybe, I was the last vampire alive.

    As I heard her ruffling through the pages of my journal I knew damn well that she knew know boundaries when it came to her wanting to find out about something. Which I can admit I did not have.

    If I was to ever have that curiosity maybe I would personally leave this gloomy den and explore the changes of the world. But, after losing my sister, my only family I became a total shut in who ended up hating the world from a glance. 

    I can sense her emotions stirring up into a rollercoaster while she kept snooping. I can hear her heart beat follow in rhythm. Her blood that was full of damn junk and cholesterol also bothered my sensitive nostrils, but I guess you could call me feasting on her as a cheat day.

    I didn't know how to communicate with her, I tried to bluntly explain things in PLAIN DAMN ENGLISH! But, she can't seem to break out of her habit. 

    But why? Why did I save her? Why am I going through all the trouble to help a mutt. Her kind has always been a nuisance to us vampires. I couldn't understand the urge to be her savior, until our first encounter.

    She was complicated, but stubborn in all the good ways. She was able to break free from the emotions and spell I tried to cast on her. Her determination and spirit was beyond measure which reminded me a lot about my sister Tasha.

    I could remember it like it had always replayed in my head every damn day....

::Flashback::

    ''Hey big sis do you think this is nice?'' I showed her a crummy drawing of her and I.

    ''You forgot about mom and dad.'' She corrected.

    Who exactly were those people? I never met them at all, or so I like to tell myself.

    My father reigned an army of vampires as a general for several centuries. He had barely been home, and when he was he would always neglect my sister and I. As if clarifying that child abuse was discipline. I was only a 100 years old! 

    My mother had always submitted to my father, she was low key a masochist or something because my father would physically abuse her, but she would be the one to apologize and we would hear unpleasant moans and cries of my father's name  coming from their bedroom.

    I came to believe that he casted a spell on her, my mother wasn't particularly perfect either, but I for damn sure preferred her over my sperm donor.

    But this was centuries ago, they are now dead. Big sis has been taking care of me quite nicely too! I loved how it was just us two. That was all we needed.

    But I was wrong.

    ''You're going again?'' I asked more disappointed than ever before.

    ''Don't worry lil bro.'' she gave that warm smile she always given, ''I will be back.''

    ''You leave me longer and longer now a fays. Are you going to keep doing that until you never return?'' I guess I had always been blunt.

    ''No, no.'' she assured, ''Don't say that Treyvon! I always come back home. Besides, there's nothing out there in the world that would matter more than you.''

    ''Then stay!'' I suggested.

    But as always she would kiss me gently on my forehead and told me that big boys don't cry. That I had to take care of myself until I came back.

    You can say that at my age I was about 16 in human years. My sister was supposingly 25. But we had been living alone since mom and da- I can't even bring myself to say that he was my dad. But yeah, you get the point.

    Anyways, they died. Mom had succumb to... the sperm donor's abuse. He had gone too far one night and my mother finally was able to have eternal sleep. At her funeral my father did not weep. Not surprised. He didn't even look at his own offspring who clearly were bawling their eyes out.

    Like I said, our mother was not perfect. She would teach us to do chores and basically expect us to keep up with it daily. But she had never laid a finger on us and told us there's more to the world than what we think of it.

    I didn't get what she said, and hated the idea as my sister did just that.

    She couldn't take me with her because I was too young and hadn't developed my powers yet. I hated myself for being so damn useless. Tasha would come back with nick-nacks and souvenirs from a lot of places.

    She would come home with the biggest smile on her face and a burst of laughter. But, I wanted to be the reason she did that. Maybe that's why I resent the world.

    We used to be so close. We did go through the same thing most of our lives, I didn't need to go out and see the world because all the happiness I needed was with my sister.

    I cursed myself every time she left. Hate myself more when she would return less and less.

    Was I really that unwanted?

    ''No I love you.'' she did her routine return duties.

    I was growing bored from this quite quickly. So I just told myself when I got older maybe I will just end up dying alone.

    That one day she went on her expedition I had it with living. I was living a life of emptiness, and I did the closest thing an upset person would do, and rampage through the house.

    I did so, and came across my sister's diary. I wanted to rip it up to shreds but figured might as well peer into it before vandalizing it.

    I read some of her entries:

    ''January 1305, I've visited a place called the Northern Mariana Islands. The place is quite tiny but it was beautiful. A little over humid, but the locals had one of the best vibes I could say I've experienced. But, I couldn't stand the corruption from the government and broken family morals. Not really a place for Trey to live in so, it's a no.''

    I was baffled, but interested, and kept reading through more entries.

    ''December 1320, The General had ordered me to go on an expedition, but I already knew that it was more of an assassination job. It was in the United kingdom. It was easy peezy. But as I had a bit of time to explore I did. The place was majority cold, so no need to worry about mosquitoes and humidity. But, the people here were entitled and basically try to hustle anyone they could. Another corrupted government. Not a place for Trey.''

    Why was she always saying these places weren't for me? What did I have to do with any of this? But I soon found myself reading the end of her entries, which gutted me a bit inside.

    ''October 1810, The General had ordered my last assignment, but I feel like I am running out of time! I still haven't found a place to call home for Trey and I. I did not care about what was to happen to me, but the boy deserved to find some peace. This place was no place for him either. I have some time to return to him, before coming back for my mission. I wish I could spend more time with him.''

    And with that I remembered the cold salty tears that flowed down my cheeks. She had been trying to fine me a place to call home. She wasn't necessarily going out in the world for her own desires, but she was simultaneously doing it for me. But why? I was fine right here! Or at least wherever she was.

    I felt really guilty about tearing the whole place up, I began to clean up the ruckus I caused. I had to apologize to her when she came back. I swept up the glass shards on the floor, I bagged trash and refolded her clothes. I put them away the best I could.

    I was really ungrateful. 

    So a few days passed and this would usually be the time she would come back. She did not come home.

    Well sometimes she would even take months to come back from her so called expeditions. So I continued to wait.

    And wait, and wait, and wait...

    About a whole century had passed and I began to darken my thoughts and mood. Maybe she had already found a perfect place but was selfish enough to have it all to herself. Maybe I really wasn't a part of the plan and was just baited into thinking that she actually cared for me. She wanted me to find that damn diary. 

    Her damn scapegoat for abandoning me!

    I shredded the diary and burned it into ashes. The hatred in me grew until I received a letter from ''The General''.

    But it wasn't from our general. It was from a different specie. Werewolves?

    I know there was only three species that coincide with one another. That was us vampires, werewolves, and the humans. But humans were irrelevant and weak. They were no threat. But they were hella annoying.

    As I rolled my eyes reading the first few lines of introductory my body began to shake even more as I continued on.

    Based on what it was said, my sister was killed in battle. By the General his damn self! He had permitted her last wish which was to tell her only brother at said location about her death. And to never hold a grudge about anything that she has done.

    My eyes reddened and widened. What a  bunch of bullshit! She still sounded selfish enough to say ''Oh... Dear brother, I'm gonna die, it's not my fault though.''

    This heightened my already riled up emotions. I felt the darkness in me boil up and finally release.

    The whole area around me started to deteriorate and lose its color. It was as if a death blight began to spread as my emotions flared. Everything turned into ashes, but who the f**k cares? I was alone. Again!

    I knew my powers were deadly, and I wanted to use it against this damn world.

::End of Flashback::

    And yet here I am. A couple centuries later just baby sitting one of my enemies. I am a freaking hypocrite. 

    But there was something about Sarah that gave me a sort of homey feeling. She reminded me of the sister that I did know and love. The one that I wanted to remember. To sear her spirit into my heart, because I still can't forgive myself for allowing darkness to take over me. And now it is too late. The traitor who killed all of his kind, was now working with the enemy.