Her Blood - (Whispers of Fate: Book 1)

Chapter 17

Grace's Point of view:

"And I know that you know I am the Lord Wincarain, my little granddaughter you are really good at finding things," he said with a smirk.

I placed that cup of tea on the table and looked at him with my pale face. His expression was blank.

How did he find that?!

"Grace, you are very easy to read," he said, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

He stood up and walked towards the window. He turned back and pointed his hand towards the gramophone kept on a circular table between this room, and a symphony started playing from it.

"You are my granddaughter, we are Wincarians: The cursed blood. You are a vampire too," he said with a smile.

"Are you kidding me?" I looked at him in disbelief. How can I be a vampire? I never wanted to drink blood like vampires, it's not possible!

"No, I am not kidding," he replied.

"Wincarians are gifted too, my gift is to read minds. Your gift is that you'd never need to drink blood," he paused and took a deep breath, "your soul is very different from us, your soul makes your blood the most powerful blood in this world."

What. Did. I. Just. Hear?

"You. Heard. The. Truth," Thomas said, mimicking my tone.

"And why should I believe you?" I asked him.

"To save your life," he said and started humming the tune which the gramophone was playing.

My hands and feet turned cold. To save my life?

"Grace, I need to work now and I love working in solitude," he said indicating me to go out of his room.

And then the most important thing popped into my mind.

"What about my real parents? Where are they? Why was I kept with those monsters who abused me?"

Tears rolled down my face, I felt hollow inside. My own parents didn't care about me and left me there to get beaten up every day.

"Let's not talk about this now," he said, pain passed through his eyes.

"Why?" I asked. A sob escaped my mouth. Who are my parents? Did I deserve to be with those monsters?

"I need to work now, I don't have time to talk," he said and started looking through some papers.

My nostrils flared. How could he not talk about this? He should tell me about my parents.

"Get out, NOW!!" Thomas' voice echoed in the room.

"FINE! DON'T TELL ME, MY DEAR GRANDFATHER," I ran out of his room, wiping my tears.

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I walked aimlessly around the castle, with sorrow in my heart. I halted in the castle's garden and saw the golden rays of sunlight falling on the flowers and plants, making them glow. Butterflies were flying and birds were singing. I took a deep breath in and sighed.

I walked towards a huge tree and sat against it and closed my eyes. Maybe my real mom and dad never wanted me. I was probably a burden to them.

My thoughts moved around Thomas and my real parents.

"So what are you doing here, beautiful?" I opened my eyes and saw Andrew with a rose in his hand.

"Nothing," I smiled looking at him.