The Cursed Veil (Editing & rewriting)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

 Chapter Twenty-Seven

Esmeralda and Brad were sitting outside in front of the cottage enjoying the mild autumn sun when suddenly a familiar person appeared out of nothing. Esmeralda recognized her and was shocked to see her once friend all of a sudden. She sensed it was no good and maybe even worse The Cursed Veil Council was in town.  

“What are you doing here Cassandra?”-Esmeralda asked without even greeting the woman.
“Alda, I’m recruiting and wanted to check if you want to join the team as you are so good playing human.”-Cassandra said in soft tone almost like a kid who wants a favor.
“Did Nathan tell you that you should take me in?”-Esmeralda asked almost annoyed.
“Is it a problem for you if it was his choice?”-Cassandra asked back in her sweetest voice.
“Oh yes Cas it is because it means that you are still sired to him and I’m not really a fan of him.”-Esmeralda complained.
“He said you would say that but you still remember our friendship, right?”-Cassandra said with a tear rolling down her right eye.
“I’m sorry Cas but our friendship ended the moment you became a vampire and were sired to Nathaniel.”-Esmeralda said stern trying not  to look at Cassandra’s sad face.
“You can free me from the bound; I heard from a witch that it needs my blood, Nate’s and the one of a half angel.  I did some research on that and according to many half angels don’t exist or only every two thousand years.  Then I came across some rumors that you know a bastard. So get his blood and we let the witch do the spell and we can be friends again.”- Cassandra answered making it sound like an order.  Esmeralda couldn’t believe what she was hearing that sure wasn’t one of Nathan’s ideas.

“How did you come across this information?”-Esmeralda asked raising an eyebrow.
“A witch figured out that I was sired and told me how to break the bond. I then told Nate about it and he helped me with the research.”-Cassandra said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.  
“Well that all sounds very nice but I don’t fall for Nathan’s tricks and never did. But I still wonder why you came alone while he always talks about how unstable you are without him.”-Esmeralda snapped.
“He suggested that my blood bag accompanies me and that I have no reason to attack or hunt.”-Cassandra answered angry.
“Oh pretty no need to raise temper. Oh my, he gives you a code of conduct of course. Well he will let you break the bond after you learned to live like a modern vampire and not carry a human blood bag along with you.”-Esmeralda said in a mocking tone and couldn’t hold back her laughter.   Cassandra as she felt insulted and it hurt that the woman she was once friends with considered her nothing more than a puppet. But there was still a part of the young woman of 300 years ago inside her and she did grow with the time and learned to adapt. Although her instincts made her obey every single move and word of Nathan.

Mara heard a knock on the door; she was shocked as she hasn’t been awaiting anyone.  She slowly walked to the door as the knocks were increasing; whoever was there was very inpatient.  She opened the door and saw the woman of many of her visions; she was scared to death seeing the cruel angel on her porch.  She wanted to say something to her guest but the words would just not come out of her mouth.  The woman smiled viciously. “Did expect I would show up huh old witch?”-Pylea said in an amused tone. Mara wanted to answer but her throat started to feel stiff and no words came out except air that seemed to fade away. Fear was written in her face, her eyes were stuck staring with terror, and her skin was so pale that she almost looked transparent.   Gathering all her strength she managed to shake her head.  Pylea seemed to enjoy Mara’s fear.  “No need to be scared little witch, I’m just here for some information. See I thought maybe I can recover lost time with my grandson. You know who I´m talking about and I know that you protect him. “-Pylea said faking kindness.  Mara grew more rigid, she knew that this would come one day but she wasn’t prepared for it. There was no possible way of getting prepared for the visit of the Devil’s second hand.   Pylea noted it getting tense and know it started to annoy her; she turned around and forced a kind smile on her face hoping the menacing look in her eyes would disappear too.