Blood And Light

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter fourteen

"Stupid prophecies making us die"

VEGA's P.O.V

I was a good liar.

Or at least that's what I was told.

And usually being a good liar meant that you could tell when someone was lying or they were simply nervous.

"No!" Stepmother denies my fathers story. "The prophecy was and will never be real." She turns her gaze to me failing to stutter. "V-Vega is just a little lost, and doesn't know what she wants, isn't that right dear?"

"Isabelle!" My father puts his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Get yourself together woman!!" My stepmother's eyes are wide open looking for something into my father's eyes. And she can't find it, she gives up and sighs.

"G-girls please follow us to the library," Father and Isabelle walked in front of us. Me and Veronica follow them in silence exchanging looks numerous times.

If I wasn't out ruining peace for human princes and their maids, becoming mates with the princes of bloods or simply annoying the hell out of Aura, I spent most of my time in the library. So I'm pretty sure I would've noticed some century year old book that talked about prophecies.

Everyone would have.

Our library was a large room, with bookshelf all around the walls. There were piles of books for which we didn't have space to fit in the shelves, or were read too much and no one took the time to put them back again because they knew they'd have to climb a ladder to reach it again.

My father went across the room, at the back wall. He put his hand on the candle holder and pushed it down.

This is like a movie I thought to myself while watching the book shelf go backwards and then to the left. A soft smile made its way on my lips and my mouth slightly opens; I had always thought a secret passageway was incredibly fascinating. Who would have guessed we had our own.

Not me.

The secret door led us to a smaller room; but much like our official library it had bookshelves on each wall. I couldn't help but wonder if there was another hidden door behind one of them too.

My father kept walking forward, but me and Veronica had stopped our feet admiring the new room we'd just discovered in our castle. My father lifts up in a casual way a book with a golden cover.

And of course this wouldn't be a good enough movie if the book didn't have enough drawings on it that we couldn't make out the meanings of. So it did. Some drawings that looked like eyes or hands; I guess they played their part well. I could understand none of them. Not from that far at least.

"Take it." My father hands it over to me once he's close enough. With the smallest feeling of hesitation I lowered my eyes to see what's in it.

" Just to remind you all why the curse was ever put on you all in the first place there will be a time when you'll have to kill one of both of each side's lovers. Or let them live; and you all die.

But we were nice; if the two lovers have even the slightest of affection towards each other they won't burn. Try it, if you dare.

Once the two mates have me; if one doesn't die or get killed before the other then random people will be chosen to suffer a painful death of burning skin; the more you wait the less time you have. And when one of you die and all of your people live the burn will stop.

You have two months darling, hurry up. Time is ticking and we like a good show..."

The text seemed as if it was reading itself to me. Who were "we" and what in hell was this? It sounded like an evil old and bored to death woman wrote this while eating chocolate chip biscuits on her balcony. Not to mention she probably had a face mask on and had eaten the cucumber slices that she had previously put on her greasy and wrinkled eyelids.

Someone pinch me.

"Kill me," I breathe out with a shaking jaw. They all look at me as if I had just finally gone mad. "Kill me! Kill me right now please!" I ask again, this time I beg them. "Grab a damn something and shove it in my chest please! Veronica!" She shakes her head from side to side denying doing so and takes a few steps back. Unwillingly a few tears escape my eyes; I quickly wipe them off and sniff as I watch my father with pleading eyes.

I'll show 'Them' what a good show looks like. "Fine if you won't kill me I'll do it!" I look around for something that would injure me enough if not to kill me. Veronica comes down to me and sits on knees just like I was. Bite the inside of my cheek not wanting to say anything but her sad eyes mae me do otherwise. "Either me or Aaron have to be killed in two months, Veronica, and we both know why it should be me." I breathe heavily looking down at my hands; I didn't like that book.

"You're going to be fine okay?" I nod in disappointment.

"And dead," I shrug by mistake.

"No!" My father finally speaks up. "Nothing's going to happen. Not to you at least."

"You dare do anything to Aaron-"

" They killed your mother I'm not going to let them kill you too!"

I flipped through three or four more pages with the hope that somehow this would all be a joke and I might've been reading the wrong page. Explains why my father was so calm and I shouldn't 'overreact'.

Nothing.

That's what I found.

Nothing useful at least.

I think of Aaron; sure he could help me.

If he killed me not only would he save himself from me, but he'd also save both of our people. Although he'd only care for his. At least he'd be the hero and not me.

I was never the hero in my story.

I, was the undiscovered villain.