Blake, The Vampire King

Chapter 14: Of Doubts and Worries

"What are you doing, dad?" Ana asked him as she watched him check how pointy his dagger was.

"Wrong question, sweetie," was his softly spoken reply as he eyed her for a moment before hiding his dagger back in his left boot.

"Where are you going, dad?" She tried again.

"You know where," he shrugged, feigning a nonchalance he wasn't feeling. "Deep down, you know where I'm going."

"To kill that Carrywell," she breathed out the words in a disturbingly calm manner.

"Touché!"

"Don't," he cocked an eyebrow at her in question, "don't leave mom alone when she has no recollection of her past. It could very well kill her."

"Don't say that!" He all but growled out the words at his daughter.

It pained him to see that she had flinched back at his tone of voice before asking him, "Say what?"

"Don't say silly things like that. I will save your mom."

"Save mom?" She stilled.

He hadn't thought his words through, it would seem. He should have known she'd pick on the difference.

"What do you mean dad –save mom?" She bit out. "What are you hiding from me?"

He sighed, shoulders slightly slumped. "It's better if you didn't know."

"Better for whom dad?" She retorted half bitterly half derisively.

"I don't want you to be hurt," he said, his gaze unwavering.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be hurt anyways. Whatever the outcome might be."

Sometimes, she sounded so much wiser than her years. So much like her mother –like his dear Maria who didn't have a clue who he was.

"Your mother was cursed to forget about her true love. But that is not all," he shook his head as if merely thinking about what might happen might make it realer to him.

"What aren't you telling me? Dad please," she begged, both with her words and her eyes.

"I have to make her fall in love with me again, within a week, or else I'll lose her," he said in the same breath, not wanting to beat around the bushes.

"W– What do you mean lose her?" She stammered on the first word.

"I mean I'll lose her forever if she doesn't reciprocate my feelings within the week," he explained flatly.

"And you didn't think it wise to tell me that sooner?" She screeched, wanting nothing more than to lash out at him, it would seem.

But he was still her father. And thus, she couldn't. For she had been brought up better than that. He should know...

"Now that you know, what can you do? How are you to help me?" He challenged her.

The deafening silence that followed his question left them both uncomfortable.

And Blake left the palace in haste. To hide his sorrow. To hide his doubts. To bury his worries. And to kill a warlock.

Andreas and the terrific twins –Jessica and James– followed him. Ace stayed behind to calm down his daughter while Kelly remained at the palace to comfort his sweet Maria.

Blake didn't leave a will or anything of the sort behind. He would go back to his mate, no questions asked. The stupid Carrywell who dared to cross him, however, shall not live for much longer.