The Sire

Chapter 42

I.

Chris pulled the pack of cigarettes off of his pocket and grabbed one that he held between his lips while lightening it. His eyes narrowed a little as the smoke sting his eyes while he kept the pack back on his pocket and then he pulled it away holding the cigarette between his fingers. His lips closed in a O as he blew the smoke away and he leaned against the wall of the hospital. It was still raining which killed his plans to come back to the hotel walking. The rain worked against him for it was still pouring down Seattle. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, thinking about his conversation with Iris. It was incredible how she already knew Marlow was his mate while he didn't. Not until that day...

"Fuck..." He whispered as he opened his eyes, taking the cigarette to his lips and giving it a long drag.

His heart was still accelerated, but it had been that way since he drank from Iris earlier in the morning. He knew it was his system adjusting to immortality, it still left him anxious though. His thoughts then diverted to his parents who had no clue of what happened. His father warned him so much not to do anything crazy, but he had been unable to control his instincts. Iris was his drug... his vice... his addiction. He knew it now. He was always so focused on her that he missed important signals that would have led him to the right path sooner in his life. Still, he knew now that she was part of his destiny for she had been the one giving him eternity and he didn't even want it. Somehow, he'd have to lose his mind to attain it. It was in his life line that he'd be eternal and that she would be the one leading him to it. Chris cleaned the tears that started falling down his cheeks. His hands trembling a bit. A hurricane of emotions whirling inside him, crushing him. The guilt he felt was atrocious. Murderous even. A soft ironic smile curved on his lips as his brain told him he deserved it. He deserved to rot in guilt. He deserved to lose his friends. He was a monster... a monster... and as this thought lingered in his mind more tears came to his eyes. It was on that moment that despair finally took over, making him lean over and rest his hands on his knees as he started sobbing. His shoulders shook and his throat released painful sounds all stifled by the rain that fell heavily over every surface near him.

"Sir?" He felt a hand landing softly on his shoulder and Chris pulled away quite fast, shaking the hand away from him almost violently. "I was just checking on you." The man raised both his hands as in a sign of peace.

"I don't need help." Chris cleaned his face with a shaky hand. "I'm fine." He started stepping away.

"Are you sure?" The man insisted. Clearly, he didn't look like he was ok.

"Stay away from me." He warned and the man nodded, coming back inside the hospital.

Chris took a deep breath and sheltered under the balcony once more, pulling his now wet hair of his face. Then, he read the time and he concluded his father was already up in London. It was dark already in that European city. Chris grabbed his phone and looked for his father's number and pressed the green symbol and took the cell to his ear. His hand was shaking and his cigarette had extinguished in his hand. He let it drop on the drenched ground while hearing his father getting the call on the other end.

"Chris?" Benedict sat down on his couch. "Are you ok?" He asked for he knew it was too late in Seattle.

"D... dad..." He stuttered. "I drank blood." He dropped. There wasn't a nice way of saying so but just say it. Blurting it coldly.

"You what?" Benedict got up as a spring and frowned. "You what, Chris?" He didn't want to believe it. Maybe he didn't hear it right.

"I drank blood." He whispered, feeling his eyes flood with tears once again. "I should have stayed away from her. I should have... but I just wanted to see her..." Chris shook his head at the same time. "I didn't want to hurt her..."