Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 92 - Broken trust

Nicolae raises an enquiring eyebrow, as he cannot sense anything threatening the manor or one of them. He's intrigued by my words.

Nicolae stands up, goes to the window, and opens a small space in the curtains to look outside. His piercing blue eyes search for something in the woods, but he cannot see anything different from the usual: the forest with its animals, and the patrol of the Descendants of Templar, that he doesn't consider as a threat yet, just a pain in the balls. He closes the curtain and comes back to me, sitting in his chair.

Nicolae: Where?

Khawla: I dunno...

A sensation of despair takes over me. I want to go home and to be in Sebastian's arms, where I can find shelter and protection. How do I need him and his love!

Although I also feel safe besides Nicolae when he isn't preying on me, I can only trust Sebastian by now, as the sexy bloodthirsty creature in front of me doesn't know yet that are a lot of things going on around me. I can only share my uneasiness and worries with my werewolf.

Khawla: It's better if I go now.

I said in a murmur and mention to stand up, but Nicolae holds me by my arm and keeps me sat on the small sofa. His voice is so authoritarian! I hate when he tries to behave as "daddy".

Nicolae: You don't go anywhere within this state, Khawla!

Only after his words, I realize that I'm as trembling as a baby deer, I'm breathing jerkily, with my heart racing in my chest, and I'm as pale as I have just seen a ghost in front of me. All the good feelings due to the hypnosis have disappeared in a blink of an eye. I'm not relaxed anymore; I'm all tensed up.

Nicolae: Wait for me here while I bring you some water. Stay here, understood?

I nod without uttering a word. I don't think I have the strength to go anywhere anyway. I don't think my legs can sustain me at this very moment.

Nicolae leaves, and I start to think about everything that is happening to me since the day I have landed in Mystery Spell. It seems I have been cursed somehow.

"Who has my voodoo-doll, please, give it back to me!"

I sigh in a mixture of tiredness and frustration.

Dating a werewolf. Working for an Original. Being a best friend of a witch. Being half-fairy. Secrets between my granny and Viktor Bartholy. Me being the peace seal between vampires and werewolves. Me being more vampire than I think.

"More vampire than I think... How?"

Igor Bolshoyev's words come to my mind. He was categorical in his statement. He hasn't left any room for doubts or misinterpretation.

"He has said, you ARE more vampire than you think... So, it means that I AM already a vampire? A vampire?! How if my mother is a fairy and my father, a druid? And if they were hybrids, they couldn't breed, as hybrids are infertile..."

Nicolae storms through the door, bringing me back from my reverie. He comes close, sits on the sofa beside me, and hands over me the glass with the water. I gulp it slowly and pensively.

"No one has never transformed me. I'm very well alive. How am I already a vampire, or part-vampire?"

Nicolae observes me like a predator observes its prey, and he's trying to pry into my mind, without any success, as always.

He is still curious and intrigued to know from where I have felt danger, what has awakened me from the hypnotic state he has put me in.

Nicolae: What's wrong, my child?