Songs of Nightmares and Snow

15- Blood & Lies

This is it folks! The final chapter before the Epilogue! Everything boils down to this!
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I don't think I've ever felt my body burn this hot, the rage boiling my blood like nothing I've ever experienced before.

"Come on Astrea, nothing else to say?" He sneers, and the sound of his voice makes me sick.

This man...this man was my father's best friend, his partner, his brother in every way but blood...for Goddesses sake, my dad named him as me and my brothers Godfather...he was Uncle Xavier...he was family...I trusted him.

How could he do something like this?

"You traitor." I hiss, steadying the shaking in my hand, not wanting him to see the gun shake in my grasp.

"That's it? I know you're a functioning mute, but I honestly expected more rage from you Sweetheart."

He has no idea. No fucking idea how enraged I am. He'll find out soon enough.

"Why? Why would you do this? All those innocent humans? Your own agents?" I bite out, struggling to find a reason to why he would spill so much blood. Innocent blood.

"Hah, simple really. I grew bored with being the 'hero' all the time. Honestly Astrea, I'm a vampire, the hunt, the bloodshed, that's what vampires are made for! It's what we crave! It's what separates us from the the other pathetic supernatural creatures! We're the top of the food chain, and yet here we are, doing grunt work and protecting weaklings for less than we are worth!"

The look in his eyes is different from how I've ever seen him...deranged, wild...like a rabid animal.

"So, I cut my leash...and had some fun. And to be honest, it was the best fun I've ever had."

A disgusting smile twists his face, and I can't stop the shudder that goes through my body.

"You've lost your mind." I murmur, and he laughs.

"You know...your father said the exact same thing."

My blood runs cold at those words, any thoughts going through my head screeching to halt.

What....what did he just say?

"You know, I've been doing this for a long time. And I had to cover my tracks a lot...which consisted of picking a random name from our database and framing them for the carnage I left in my wake. And it was working fine until your father started sticking his nose where it didn't belong."

He grins at me, and my mind begins to spin.

"He caught me one day, blood on my hands, my mouth...everywhere really." He pauses, a sinister look in his eyes. Realization clicks in me, and I immediately rip off my eyepatch, allowing myself a good look at him, for the first time.

His mind is a jumbled mess of gory, disturbing memories of torturing and slaughtering people, but I find the one I'm looking for...and everything seems to go quiet as the memory plays out in silence.

No...no...

"So it really is true, you do have the ability to see into people's darkest memories. I had my doubts but..." He trails off, enjoying the anguish on my face. I pull myself together, a snarl ripping through my clenched teeth.