Blood Lust

Chapter 19

When I woke up the next day, I was angry. Angrier than I've ever been in my entire life. So I decided I would go find out why Adam wanted Ace dead.

So I went into his office to sort through his stuff that I hadn't ever touched before. The minute I walked in I was overwhelmed by how many papers were on the floor.

No wonder he was stressed out about work. I giggled to myself. But then I frowned, cause I missed my husband and the way he was. He procrastinated until the day he died.

I sorted through most of his papers until I found a tape hidden in one of his drawers.

It had a false bottom, I knew that so I went digging into his drawers. His bottom one had the false bottom because it was hollow and I could hear an echo in it. So I removed it to find a tape labeled SR.

I knew it stood for Smith Roberts so I put the tape into my pocket so I could watch it later. Under the tape, I found a picture of two boys. I stared at the picture for a long while.

The two boys had long hair but their hair colors were opposites of each other. One had dark brown hair while the other had dirty blonde.

One had dark brown eyes and the other had the biggest blue eyes that I had ever seen. It was Adam and Ace, but this had to be years ago. Why did my husband have a picture of himself with my ex-lover when they were kids? They knew each other, obviously. But what was their past? There had to be a reason on why they wanted to kill each other. It couldn't have been just because of me.

When I looked to the bottom of the drawer there were many more pictures of them like that. When they got haircuts, when they were teenagers, what sports they played together. There were too many pictures to count. They had to be close when they were younger, otherwise, they wouldn't have this many photos of each other.

But what was their relationship? Brothers or childhood best friends? Or something else that I just didn't know about?

I was right though, they did have a past together. I just didn't know their relationship with each other. But there had to be some sort of falling out that caused this.

I kept going through his stuff to try and find out more about their relationship with each other but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's like everything that had to do with him had either been wiped out of existence or put in that drawer.

Probably was true considering that they had a falling out at that point. I just don't know the when, where, how, and most importantly why.

I walked out of the room to go find a tape player but one of the guards was out there about to walk into his office.

He looked shocked and bowed.

"Your majesty, there are rumors that the king is dead and it is spreading throughout the kingdoms and they are starting a rebellion. I could shut down the rumors right now if you so wish." The guard rushed. I nodded.

"Tell them the King of Death is dead. But tell them there is a queen in his place. The woman he married and shared his throne with." I ordered to him. He nodded with wide eyes and ran off.

He seemed scared of me. Good, I already have a reputation for being scary. All I have to do is enforce it and I will be a good enforcer. I thought to myself.

Another guard walked up to me by that time.

"Your majesty, there's a killer on the loose. She took all of the blood out of people near a bar in Bizrecan Kingdom." He said.

"Technically they were in the bar before I killed them," I smirked heading to the kitchen. His jaw dropped.

"D-do y-y-you want me to c-c-cover it up for you ma'am?" He stuttered. I shook my head,

"Nah, let the world know that I did it. That I will not take any sort of bad behavior from anybody." I smirked and grabbed some whiskey and headed up to my room.

I started drinking the whiskey halfway upstairs and continued drinking it all the way up until I had to open the door to my room. Only then do I take the glass bottle out of my mouth. That's when the taste of whiskey resonated in my mouth. I have always hated the taste of whiskey. But I drink it anyway because it gives me that high feeling that I get when I use my blood affinity.

When I walked into my room, I started to drink again. I drank away the pain inside me for letting him die.

I drank away the pain of not taking the bullet. For not trying to heal him, for not using my powers to keep his blood inside of him. But I was just too scared to do anything. I was too fucking scared.

I was so scared, he was dying and I couldn't do anything about it. I remember the day so clearly but it was also so fuzzy.

I've heard before that if you go through a traumatic experience you can block the memories out or you can have PTSD from it. I didn't know what I had. The memory was fuzzy but very clear in my mind. I can only remember what happened not what happened before. I could remember what happened during and after but not before.

I missed him dearly. I called to him in my mind hoping he would come back to me but he didn't. That made me more angry. He wasn't there to protect me. He wasn't here to tell me everything would be alright.

The world took him from me. So the world would pay for what they did to him.