The Blind Vampire (Book 2)

The Missing Page

I spent most of my days going to school and then coming home to do some research. There was barely any time to rest and my mother must have noticed since every night she would come in my room with a fresh cup of blood tea in hand.

I still refused to let her know exactly what I was doing.  It would only worry her and knowing my mother she would lock me inside and forbid me from going out. It may have seemed dramatic but my mother could go to extreme lengths.

I sighed deeply closing yet another book filled with useless information. I hadn't heard from Wesley since he surprised me by reaching out to our special mind link. I worried about him and I couldn't imagine the things they were doing to him. But knowing him he wasn't one to back down from any challenge.

But he didn't realize the pain he was putting his family through. What he was putting me through. It annoyed me to the core just thinking about it. But he was always on my mind, always at the back of my mind.

And yet all I could think about was his confession. He had told me he loved me plenty of times when we were kids. I always blew it off as nothing because I never thought of him that way.

But this was different

We weren't children anymore. I knew a real confession when I heard one. The longing in his voice made me feel something I couldn't explain. It was like a hard math problem that the longer you stared at it the harder it became.

But nothing could ever happen. That I was sure of. We came from two different worlds and whether we wanted to ignore it or not we would always be looked down upon. Werewolves and vampires don't mix and that much was very much clear.

I combed a hand through my blonde locks. I was beginning to feel suffocated so I opened a window letting the cool air slap against my face. Weeks had passed and I was still unable to find any relevant information that could be useful.

With tired eyes, I glanced at Nuri who was sound asleep in her small jar. Right now I needed a friend more than anything. Losing her felt like losing myself, so many plans had been made.

But I couldn't think about that now, right now I needed to figure out how to help Wesley the best way I could. So I opened yet another book scanning through the pages. Wesley hadn't been clear on the type of information he wanted.

I assumed that it had to be of importance if he was making me do this. I scan through a page frowning at a particular paragraph.

A hybrid couple to ever be recorded in history. I hereby declare chief of werewolves that the "hybrid race" has been annihilated. Should you find someone of that species it is to be reported immediately to the Alpha. A hybrid is the blood of a vampire and the blood of a werewolf mixed.

I must warn you that the hybrid race should there ever be another war we must prepare.

The paragraph ended there leaving me curious. It was worth looking into so I spent the rest of the night scanning through the book that had so much info on hybrids. The book proved to have relevant information to which I needed to let Wesley know.

But it wasn't easy reaching out to him. There was no way I was going to be able to reach him so I could do nothing but wait. My body slammed into my bed staring at the ceiling.

This was more complicated than I had originally thought. Then a light bulb switched in my head and I scrambled off the bed. Opening the book once again my eyes landed on the paragraph about hybrids

The rough jagged edges indicated one clear thing.

A page had been ripped out.