In the Name of the Vampire Prince

Chapter 8: Histories

I don't know what to feel at this moment if I should be confused, shame, sad, or even pity.

I felt cold as soon as I saw the damage done by our kind, and I shook my head slowly, convincing him and even myself that this is all lies that he made.

“No, our class teacher said that you were the one who started the feud. Because you wouldn't give us the 13th book–”

“Your teachers and masters fabricated all of what you think is the truth, Sydney.”

Out of frustration, I slammed my palms into the table and the little magic show that he brought on the table vanished into thin air, “My teacher said that you were using the 13th Talisman Book to make Unwanted Mates. Which is not acceptable in the rules of both Vampire and Werewolves.”

"Unwanted Mates" are those who are in a vampire-werewolf relationship. Everyone says that this is absurd and manipulated by dark magic. And the werewolves blamed the vampires since they had the 13th Talisman Book, the Grateful Union.

His warm, doe eyes turned into an icy one as he stares at me, “That's not even true either, Broken Omega. Whoever planned that war is either a witch from the first island or a powerful enchantress from your kind— the werewolves. We never manipulated nor even reported a single case of dark magic inside our lands for the last two hundred decades.”

The wind becomes cold every second, and the clouds outside turns into gray slowly, and for a brief moment, a little idea popped out of my head. A question that would make him even question himself.

It's obvious that he's trying to convince me with all of what happened in the past, and it isn't even related to why I was called by him as a "Broken Omega."

I asked him the question into which he went silent for seconds.

“Why should I trust your words, Vampire Prince?”

He only raised a brow for a split second before he spoke in a bored tone, “Are you serious?”

“If I ain't serious I wouldn't even ask this question to you. Why? Looks like—”

“You don't realize why I'm saying this huh? That everything that I'm saying right now is connected to why your Luna is suffocating inside you day by day!” he raised his voice than usual, and I didn't see this side of him before, not until now.

“Are you not concerned about how your Luna is living inside you like Sleeping Beauty? Do you know what is the price if your Luna is stagnant inside of you?” I lowered my head as if I have the power to oppose him and his ideas that he's giving to me.

“If your Luna is stagnant because of the spell that has been embarked on you for so long you will be dead anytime—”

“Then what it has to do with the War or Flames then?” I asked in a flat tone, my legs crossed and my fingers fidgeting in nervousness. I don't want to believe in him, but his eyes tell that he's saying the truth.

He has been kind to me, and giving me some facts wouldn't hurt me either. But it really defies my belief–our belief as a werewolf.

But wait, if no one would even tell me what's wrong with me in my buried past, then maybe...

“Now, are you enlightened?” I can feel him staring at me, his breathing close on my head, and his voice became soft again, “No one even dares to talk about your personal memories, no one even told you what had gone wrong before you wake up and just– Just a living doll without memories. You know why? Cause someone just threatened them before to kill you once you know the whole truth. But Sydney, I know half only of the truth. And you need to know it.”

Now that he's being gentle again, I can't resist not listening to him all over! Damn that voice of him and his angelic behavior towards me. But since he's the only one who escaped the War of Flames as I can remember, his information would still be valuable.

“The enchantress sacrificed many omegas to make that curse come true. Since all of the 13 original books cannot connect, that enchantress used her kind to make it work with the help of dark magic. The war happened right on time when the Lunar Eclipse takes place, and uncontrollable magic burst out on the 12th Talisman book. Luckily we retrieved it with the help of my powers before it becomes ash.”

With all that I heard from him, I can't help but facepalm and drink my cup of cappuccino in front of me. I can't digest all of this information at once!

“I know, you're kinda... shocked of what has happened. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with some of the scenarios.” his doe eyes became an apologetic one and his lips turn into a thin line.

Though it will never be easy to believe someone you just met 2 days ago, there's something in this ancient vampire that makes my heart skip a beat, aside from his features.

Damn features and attitude.

He's playing with me with some sort of magic, does he? I have to loosen up the tension for a brief moment so I only beamed a smile before I placed my cup down on the table.

“Don't be sorry. It's... It's not a problem. You've seen everything, unlike me who isn't ahead of you. I'm only a mere werewolf and an omega who has a sleeping Luna.”

“You don't feel... mad?”

I chuckled at him because of the mixed emotions that I'm feeling.

There's only one suspect in this chaos, but why do I feel like there will be many aside from this man in front of me?

Will all of the werewolf classmates and friends push me away when they will know that I'm a mere Omega with a sleeping Luna?

“You've introduced yourself as a Female Beta for a year. They wouldn't realize and feel it since your Luna subconscious is sleeping. I tried healing you with my elements, but I can't and it won't work. Your Luna is in bad, deep sleep and we need to find some cure for that one.”

I placed my hands on the table, both palms closed with each other, and I heave a deep sigh, “What if my Luna won't wake up again? Will I die? And will those people who care about me will tell me the truth once that I'm in the grave?”

“What are you talking about—”

“You see, I'm trying on finding answers on my own. My mom and dad don't give a single thread of a damn to my memories. Whenever I try to ask them what happened to me when I was 15 and before 15, they would only look at each other and say that I had a perfect childhood. But I highly doubt that.”