CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

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A knock on the door made Pat shift focus from the ceiling and towards the door. He saw his father walk in together with the three elders of the vampire community. 

"Dad?" he called out as he sat up right, "Something wrong?" 

He asked as he offered them chairs to sit on. 

"We came here to talk to you son" 

Pat could see something was seriously going on to have his father involved. His father was a well respected elder of the community.

People loved him because he was outspoken, smart and logical. People often seeked his counsel and the man never hesitated to share a little.

Ever since Pat became the leader of the town, his father allowed him to rule without instilling his own beliefs onto him.

He never did interfere and seeing him here was surprising. 

"What is it?" 

"The elders of the community spoke and came to a decision" 

Whenever elders were involved in something, it was never a good thing. 

"Spoke about what? And what type of decision was made?" especially without his and Pran's approval. 

"We lost approximately a hundred vampires" Elder Simon spoke up, "We need compensation for that" 

Pat's eyes moved from his father to the three elders with him. 

"Young Pat" Elder Vans spoke, "We need to turn, at least to replace those we have lost especially considering it has been years ever since we did our last turn" 

Sooner or later, Pat knew the discussion surrounding the turning of humans into vampires was to be brought up once again.

And he also knew Pran wasn't going to like this. 

"How many numbers are you thinking"

"200"

He sighed. Pran was definitely not going to like this. 

"I will give you my answer tomorrow" 

The elders nodded before they stood up to leave. Pat glanced back at his still seated father, 

"Something you want to say?" 

The man could only show his half smile. 

"I just came in here to check upon my son" 

"Well. I'm fine dad, as you can see"

He stated, but his father remained quiet. 

"You can lie to them, to your heart but not to me. You are my son. I raised you. I know you"

"What do you want me to say? That I feel bad for what happened to the vampires, to the wolves, to the witches? Well I don't. I don't feel bad and there's no reason for me to be sad. In fact I'm more happy to see those traitors dead"

He stated, but his father could only look at him. Seconds passed, then turned into minutes.

He didn't say anything nor was he going to. He just kept quiet and looked back at Pat. 

The look was getting to him, it felt like his father could read him no matter the brave face he tried to put.

His breath quickened, his face became hot, his lips began trembling, his nose flared.

He placed his hands over his mouth to quiet down his cries. Tears rolled down his cheeks and Pat finally covered his face and cried. 

He heard the chair being pushed back, and steps came closer to him. Finally he felt hands over his shoulder.

The very same hands caressed his back as he let out more cries. 

It was painful. The pain was immense and Pat didn't know what to do with himself. 

"It's okay son. Let it all out" his father said.

The town was in this position because of him. Everything that was happening in this town was all his fault.

Pran bargained for his sake.

He killed Ezekiel and got himself turned into a hybrid. He killed those vampires, wolves and witches. And now he had blood in his hands.

He couldn't wash that away.

A whole organisation was after him threatening the safety of those he cared about as well as of the town.

His inner self was battling with the darkness that overpowered his good side. Everything was a mess and he didn't know how to fix things. 

It took a while before he could stop crying and when he did, his whole face was red. His eyes were a bit puffed. Still, his father was there, waiting on him. 

"I know most of the time, you often brush things aside and pretend to be over them. And I know there are times when everything comes crashing down on you that you have a hard time dealing with all of it. I know you are in pain and you are blaming yourself" 

"Because it is my fault" 

"A part of it yes but there is no use beating yourself up on things that have already happened. It has happened, it has passed. What you need to do is move forward. It won't be easy but you need to do it" 

Pat didn't respond to his father's words. 

"People make mistakes as they grow and they learn from them too. It is your choice whether you learn from them or you don't. And if I know my son like I do, he's the type to learn and I know he will take responsibility for his actions, like he's supposed to, like a leader is needed to" 

Pat wiped the last remaining of his tears as he poked up to his father. 

"Even if the whole world blames you. Even if they prejudice you, I won't. Your father will never leave your side" 

Pat nodded, a small smile on his face. 

"_" 

"We want him to take responsibility. We want him to account" 

"And how do you plan to go about it?" Pran asked

"For one he can step down" 

Pran soon chuckled, which turned into a bitter laughter. They stared back at him as if he had gone mad including Wai who had walked with him to their meeting. 

"I'm sorry. It's just that, it was a hilarious joke" 

"We are being serious. You are more than capable to rule on your own" 

"In case you have forgotten, Pat bears the leader mark, same as I do. The only thing that can remove either one of us from power are the ones above us" 

"He killed werewolves, Witches and vampires. They are dead because of him. We are not going to excuse that just because he's a leader. He needs to account like every other leader" 

They were serious on the issue and Pran knew better than to keep being persistent 

"If I give you what you want can you let him be?" 

"What can we possibly want more than seeing that wild animal count?!" 

"The High Council position. I can give it to you, it can all be yours.". 

He saw them hesitate before taking the thought into consideration. 

"Well?" 

"We might need to discuss it?" 

"No can do. You chose right now, right here. What will it be? The High Council or Pat?" 

They remained quiet. 

He stood up, "Okay fine. Pat it is" 

"Wait!"

He looked at them 

"The High Council. We want it" 

These old geezers were a lot of pain in the ass.

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