The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 49

"What happened there, anyway?" Tate asked, leaning his back in the chair, as he relaxed himself there.

"You already saw that she danced there. And it's completely wrong," I told him, now sitting beside Vanessa on the bed. I actually felt relieved and happy and satisfied. "She basically needs some attention."

Vanessa hesitated at first. "Valerie was invited here but . . . I didn't know she'd do this," she was gazing at me.

I smiled. "It's not your fault, Nessa," I shook my head.

Alex looked at Abel with suspicion. "How come you didn't stop Valerie, Abel?" He asked.

"Tate, he's drunk!" I defended.

He snorted, then rolled his eyes. "That's not an excuse," he stubbornly argued.

"Well, why won't you give him a chance, at least?" I said, weary of my best friend's wayward behavior.

"Why won't we stop and go directly to the point where Vanessa will tell their plans instead?" Abel gestured to the bride.

Tate shut himself up, and thought of a way that could make him admit whatever Tate wanted him to admit. That thing was apparent.

Vanessa smiled at Abel as a sign of gratefulness. "Lucas and I planned to live in your world," she declared.

As a sign of reaction, I grinned. "That's great news!" I responded. "What about the house there?" I asked curiously.

Vanessa glanced at her husband, then back to me. Her smile didn't disappear, it just turned to a sad smile. "That's the problem, Rissa. If we could find any good place with some nice view there, I can hire some workers to build the house. But, they're all humans as you can see."

"If you'll hire some workers to build the house there, they might be in a very big danger since they're all humans," Tate contributed.

"And they're not the only ones in danger, but also us, vampires. Our secret will be spilled," I agreed then nodded.

I took a look at Abel, who was moving his head repeatedly, showing that he was thinking deeply again. "Clarissa's right," he said. "If humans will work there, they'll probably tell that we exist." That fact was obvious.

Abel looked at Vanessa and Lucas. "Why won't you live in our house while you find a good place for your house?" He offered.

I caught the bride grinning as a sign that she was pleased. But it came and was gone. "Thank you for that idea, Abel. But uh . . ." She side-glanced at Luke. "I think Lucas and I should be the one thinking about this problem, not you," she was blushing because she was simply embarrassed.

Abel chuckled. "If you think about getting away from the danger in this world, you have no other choice left but to live with us," he stood from his seat, "I'll leave you for a moment to discuss this matter." The door opened and closed.

"I believe it's fine, Vanessa," I started.

She shook her head as a sign of disagreement. "No, Clarissa. Abel's too kind for this. I mean, we'll be living there permanently. Not temporarily."

"You have a point there, Nessa. I agree that Abel's like this. But I'm gonna tell you that when I passed out I woke up in the room of a house of a Mullen. I woke up with my clothes changed, my stomach not feeling any sign of hunger. Abel was a complete stranger to me that's why I ran away because I thought he was a bad guy. But could you guess what happened next?" I had no time no more to wait for any response. "He chased me. And it's not what everyone thinks . . . including me. He chased me because he needed me to go back inside because the danger was around when you're outside a house. 'You never know what's out there,' I remember he told me. Or maybe something like that. So I told myself I had to believe him or I would die. And so the story ends there.

"What I'm telling you is that he really has a good heart. So far as I'm concerned, every Mullen I know has one. If you think he's just forced to say that helpful idea, then, you're completely wrong. Besides, he has an enormous house. Right, Tate?" I just looked at him when I said the last sentence. He was inactive but it didn't last long when I mentioned his name.

He only gave a curt nod.

"So that's how the love story began," Luke said.

I only nodded. What else, though? I was also thinking of welcoming them into Father's house. But it was only a small one and I could imagine us struggling to move.

Vanessa sighed. "I honestly don't know what else to say as a protest. But you win the game. You always do."

I clapped my hands. "Good."

"How many are they there?" She helplessly asked me.

"Eilif, Abel, Angeni, Cal, Billy . . . Five," I was even doing it with my fingers.

"Five. How many floors do they have?"

"I thought you said I win the game?" I was frowning because how come she was asking these questions, anyway?

She grinned. "Just making sure."

"Two only. I told you it was enormous!"

"Then, Vanessa, I think we should really help them with chores there. As a sign of gratitude," Lucas finally spoke.

"You bet your fucking ass we would," she smirked.

"We have a lot of things to do once you two get there."

"Like what, Rissa?" Lucas asked me, crossing his legs in the chair.

"Determining your talents," I replied.

"Sounds exciting," she commented.

"I think we have forgotten one big thing. Let's get out of here before everyone panics and look for the two most important people."