The King's Curse

Contemplation

Lara

I was just about to reach the bottom stair of the winding stairwell when I felt that pain again.

This time it was worse than the pain of hunger. It was this burning and bubbling feeling in the pits of my stomach.

I reel forward in pain then lost my footing and fell all this time I was clutching my stomach.

The bubbling continued and somehow got worse. I felt like if it continues I would burst like a balloon.

My screams in anguish seemed to alarm a lot of people. I realized that a crowd of people were now surrounding the stairwell and me.

In a short while the pain became too much to bear I felt like death was apoon me, perhaps it was dancing around me, moking the one who thought they could cheat it.

In that moment, with the murmurs of the people and the unbearable bubbling and burning I lost consciousness.

My head started to wonder. 

I began to analyze my actions.

My foolishness. How could I walk myself to the lions den?

 Why was I chosing to avenge Jake, Eddy, James and Gabe when I hardly knew them except for the 'bond' I had with them?

Was my life less important than a few dead arsonist?

Why did they burn down those people in those sacred places?

What would my mom think?

My mom.

That strong woman who raised Three children and was a blood mage at the same time.While my father hunts the undead my mom took care of us. I was the unlucky one who was born without the power of a mage or even the skill of a hunter. So my parents let me stay home and read books. I knew of the Undead and watched many perish to them but could never tell others. Who would believe the loner who never talked to anyone and came to a new school in the middle of the year.

I am afraid.
I began to think of that man.
Sometimes when I am in his presence I feel almost intoxicated. I'm choosing to do these things but I am not at the same time. Almost Like I am looking at an obvious train smash but I can't avert my eyes.

However my biggest fear comes from the fact that I don't have the answer to any of the questions I am asking myself.

I was slowly returning to myself. I could hear murmurs and a few voices non seemed familiar. However the one that stuck out the most to me was my mom's voice. At first I thought it was just a fragment of my imagination.

A warm familiar hand touched my forehead. It slid down to warmly caress my face.

Sudden a warm, bitter liquid enters my  mouth. Are they trying to poison me while I am out. What cowards. I spit out the unknown liquid as I use my last bit of energy to shoot up from the bed and sit up.

I look up to see who was the person who tried to kill me. I saw a disappointed expression painted on the beautiful dark brown face of my mother.
"Mom?" I crooked out followed by a cough.

She looked at me intensely not saying a word. It reminded me of the time my brother took with to go hunt a werewolf and I fell into a ditch while running from one.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked now raising my weak arms to hold on to her warm full ones.

"You stupid child." She said in a whisper.

She suddenly started crying. I looked at her. Her eyes shining with tears and her lips trembling.

"I sent you to Canada to live like a normal university student not to become a vampire!" She said raising her voice slightly. "And a cursed one at that." She finished.

I was confused, how was I cursed?

Before I could ask my mom handed me a bowl of a brown liquid. "Drink this." She commended. I gulped down the bitter drink quickly and shivered from the taste.

My mom had dried her tears and began to look at me again. This time she seemed to be taking me in like she had just met me and was trying to remember my features.

I reached my shaking hands to her round face. "How did you find me Mama." I asked in a whisper.

She giggled slightly as she looked down. Which gave me a glimpse of her usual bright smile.

" I used to be a mage for this court when I was younger and more hotter. So when I arrived in the airport I came in such a hurry to look for my missing daughter and I need accommodation so I asked Adonis." She said. "Who is Adonis? " I asked

" That would be me" he said. The ' king' was current standing at the doorway.

"Hold up, Mom you worked for him?" I asked in disbelief.