The Wicked Ones: Destiny of a Vampire

Memories

From Keira's perspective

I moved away from him and blinked several times to ensure I was back in reality. It felt so strange to see all those things in his mind

"I know. It's hard to understand," he said, trying to calm me down with his husky voice.

His vibrant green eyes gazed at me mysteriously. His blonde hair, styled in a quiff, perfectly complemented his face and highlighted his strong jawline. His skin was so soft and cold that it felt like I was holding a marble statue. His navy blue suit made him look wealthy and intelligent, compelling me to act normal and avoid making a scene. I didn't want to appear foolish in front of him. I felt like we already knew each other, but I'm sure I had never met him before. The worst thing of all was that he looked damn good, and I found him kind of attractive. I shouldn't be interested in a strange vampire who likely kidnapped and killed me.

Or should I?

"You will get used to it."

I lived in an environment where magic existed, at least until my father died. Yet I had never heard anything about vampires, which made my suspicions rise. I had a feeling that trusting him so easily would only bring problems, but I had no choice. Running away from here seemed impossible, and even if I were to escape, where would I go? What's the point of running away if no one has any memories of me left?

"The royal family and the rest of the Inquisitors are our enemies. Lazarus has died, and now his grandson, Ezekiel, is leading the clan and forcing magicians to join the Inquisitors. Their goal is to gather everyone who possesses magic into their clan until the number of Inquisitors is undefeatable."

"And how does this involve me?" I asked, trying to understand what I had to do with any of this.

"It involves you because of your enormous magical power. Inquisitors are searching for you because they want to harness it and rule the earth."

His words made me laugh. So he truly believes that I have magical powers. I never had anything to do with magic and I promised myself that I never will gwr involved into this.

Magicians weren't a new thing to me. My father was a magician and always tried to convince me that one day, I would become his apprentice, and he would teach me how to use my powers. He told me storys about the chosen one who will change the world and being peace. But I never had any magic and that fact ruined me.  I trained and tried to bring them out, but I never succeeded. I used to be an ordinary human, just like my mother before she passed away. When my father died, he left me utterly alone, with nothing to cling to—except for my stepmother, whom I hated. I lost hope and swore never to get involved in any kind of magical nonsense again.

I couldn't stand magic or the creatures that had any.

In our world, magic was common thing, and mages existed all over the globe. Among them were the Inquisitors, defenders of humanity against dark creatures and evil forces. The same Inquisitors this vampire was speaking about. It was hard for me to believe they could ever conspire against humanity. Yet, a part of me believed him. Because why else would he turn me into a vampire? He could have chosen anyone, but he chose me. He must have had a good reason for it.

The more I thought about it, the more questions swirled in my mind. I already understand that the inquisitors needed my powers to defeat the vampires, and the vampires needed my powers to defeat the inquisitors.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about this. Deep down, I longed for it to be true—that I really did have magical powers. But now, it all seemed so ridiculous that I couldn’t even allow myself to hope it might actually be real.