A Weary Vampire

Chapter 26

The "chit of a paper" was a very, and when I say very, I mean it, so a very long and detailed description of Aaron's life, some stuff I knew, some was absolutely breaking news for me. It was no less shocking for me than realising that I was a vampire back then. Aaron is not technically royalty. He was an illegitimate son of the queen, from before she got married to the king. Not many people know this, and this fact is suppressed from the public. That's why the queen never wanted him to get more defamed than he already was... It was weird that the purpose of this chit, and what I had to do came into focus almost immediately, right after reading just the first line. But I had to read all of it. He had trouble adjusting with the royal family from the beginning itself, and he was quickly swept away by all the possible vices, he is into alcohol, all kinds of hard drugs and illegal weapon trade in the human world. Although not confirmed by the royal guards, he's also under suspicion of illegal trade and usage of specifically banned vampire drugs which increase the demand and blood consumption, leading to more cases of unauthorised conversions.

OH.

That damn asshole.

It was hard to keep reading with the anger going off the charts with every next word I read, but I kept reading. It was painful, but I kept reading.

He's also currently under surveillance for multiple unauthorised conversions, which he is suspicious of on grounds of his mental illnesses. He might have either done them out of the feelings of revenge, madness, for keeping a lover forcefully alive or just the drugs mentioned before.

My temper had broken all bounds at this point. I was shaking by this point, with fear, anger, and pure disappointment. I took a break from reading the sheet, took a few steps towards the lake. I think my cheeks and ears would have been red by this point, because they were radiating pure heat. My feet started giving way under me, so I sat down on a nearby mossy rock. It should have felt gross and slimy, it should have stank enough to make me move away from it almost instantly, but my brain did not have the capacity in those moments to even process those facts. There was no space in there for it. I read on.

He also has charges of using illegal amounts of compulsion for his own benefit at that person's loss. There's suspicions on him that he might have put some human feeders under compulsion to take their own lives, the mass feeder suicides that happened fifty years ago.

But none of this information is allowed to leave the palace, and if a vampire dares to leak any of Aaron's details, they're staked in the private dungeons and never heard from again.

Towards the end, there was something more... technical. It looked like someone had copied a doctor's note.

Diagnosis: Bipolar disorder, (possible) schizophrenia

Aaron is severely mentally disturbed, he is in urgent need of medical care. Therapy isn't working, so we might need to admit him to a psych ward in the human hospital. His childhood trauma and neglect has taken a horrible toll on him, and if he does not get admitted, I will hold no further responsibility for his maintained mental stability.

The note was signed twenty years ago.

Oh what the hell.

What the hell.

What the abso-fuckin-lute hell.

This was terrible, absolutely, disgustingly terrible. My brain was stalled, there were no thought inside, just plain, old- fashioned anxiety, fear and some traces of denial. I mean, surely Aaron wasn't this person described here, right? Surely it was a mistake? Not... the Aaron?

The messenger saw the expressions on my face and realised that the message had now completely hit the spots. They tried to take the paper away from me. I couldn't let it go.

This isn't true. It can't be true!

I don't know miss. I am just messenger. Please give me the note.

No.. no but then how do I prove it without this?

I was holding on to it like a five year kid would hold on to a lollipop. I just couldn't let the proof slip out of my hands!

Miss that is not possible. I have to destroy this or me and master lose our lives.

I hesitated for a second. And then let go of the sheet.

It was absolute hell. What was I going to do now? Even if I wasn't to solve it, how would I even get out of this relationship? Everything was a mess, everything was ruined if those words held truth.

I had been floating on the ninth cloud barely an hour ago, and now I had crashed back to the ground.

It was the most terrible whirlpool of emotions.