❝My name is not Carmen, It's Abrianne.❞
❝Are you sure about it? Don't you remember how I used to torment you.❞
Abrianne Ray Abellson is afraid to fall asleep as whenever she closes her eyes she ends up having terrible dreams from her past.
She has...
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43|The Truth
"First of all, You are Carmen Arthur." I sat in the middle of the bed, Both Alexander and Antonio sat on the end of the bed across from me.
"But how come I don't remember it and if I was born in 1472, how the hell am I still alive."
"About that. Brother mind explaining it."Antonio gazed towards, Alexander, who took a deep breath and said.
"Do you remember once you said that you feel like your life has an excessive amount of blank spaces and you don't even remember how your parents look and you feel as if one day you just popped up in this apartment?"
I nodded.
"It's because you did pop up in this apartment one day."
"What?"
"You were living under different identities for the last one and a half-century."
What the hell does that suppose to me. I was speechless, I didn't know how to react. He continued.
"After every twenty years, one of the witch from Bennigfield bloodline would erase your memory, and transfer you to some other country or state. You would only remember few things such as the name of your fake parents.
Mai and Carlton were under compulsion, everything you needed to live here was made up and taken care of by the witch, like your job, this apartment, and everything."
"But why are you all doing these, What are they protecting me from?"
Antonio exhale and exchanged looks with his brother As if they were talking in their Brotherly code language. Antonio gave another look and Alexander nodded.
Antonio turned his gaze towards me, and began,
"Let me tell you a little story, Long time ago there was this witch, Sofia. She was unique and more powerful than any other witch, that ever existed because she absorbed the power of 12 nasty witches.”
He continued, “After a few years, those angry witches started to possess her and govern her activities.
She while she was possessed create a group of deadly creatures, half-demons to take retribution. Doing that she had to kill a lot of children for the spell. Now, that some real shit, isn't it?”
Alexander's glared at him. Antonio now was previously grinning, immediately turned at me, when his eyes rested on his brother's furious ones.
“Anyways, So. The villagers got mad. So they cursed her. Saying that ‘She will not die unless someone from her ancestry rips her heart out of her chest.’ They forged her alive into a sculpture and put her into some cave, which stays hidden to this day. Gods know why they had to hide it.”
“So what does it has anything to do with me?” I asked, looking at both of them helplessly.
“Patience, Sister in law. -” Antonio showed his palm towards me, “ So, what the villager did worsen the case. Sofia put a curse on those bastards. They will remain mortal so they had that weakness. Their demise's painful. They would feel the anguish and pain of every entity that they had ever slaughtered but since she didn't die the spell was temporary.”
“So?”
“Jesus. As time went by so did your patience.” He cried out. “Anyways, Then there was a prophecy after a few years, that the next girl in Sofia's bloodline will either make those demons immortal or make them mortal, permanently and guess who that turned out to be?”
“Who?”
“Emma Watson,” Antonio replied,
“What?”
“You. You dumb girl.” My eyes widened, so that is why they are hunting me. “Yeah. They have to”
“Toni, I think it's enough.” Alex interrupted. Again Toni gazed at Alex. Toni licked his lower lips and gave a gentle nod.
“What are you not telling me?” I inquired.
“Carmen.” Alex tried to fabricate an excuse, but he scoffed. “I don't think you should.”
“I want to know. What will they do?” I turn towards Toni. He turned towards Alexander, one last time. Alex looked at his lap and then back at his brother providing him with a tiny nod.
“They will have to feed on your flesh and bathe with your blood.”
My heart exploded, my eyes would have popped out. I scoffed, “This is a joke. right?” Both of them remained silent. “Why can't all of these be just a bad dream!” I didn't realize when my eyes started to fill in with tears. ‘I didn't want this. I never wanted this.’
