And without my fate, without my Lucy, I am destined to wither to nothing. But becoming mere dust doesn’t bother me. I won’t let her end up back in the hands of the Van Helsings.
Lucy belongs to me. Her unborn child belongs to me. No one else can have her.
And anyone who has touched a hair on her head will be meeting the reaper by way of my fangs.
Lucy
Once the screen goes off,the lights come back on. Because my uncle has always had a sense of the dramatic but also terrible execution of the same. I pace for a while, alternating between holding back sobs of anguish and sobs of extreme rage.
If he thinks doing what he just did to Dominik will bring me back into the bosom of the family, he is so wrong. But as clarity begins to seep into what I’ve seen, I know more than ever he doesn’t want me back. He wants to take everything from me, as I was on the day I was dropped on his doorstep.
The day my parents died and the day my life became a living hell.
I pop open the zip tie handcuffs as a police officer friend of mine once showed me and continue my forward and back movement.
I have to get out of here somehow. Until I pull down my uncle’s empire, no vampire will be safe, and neither will I or my child.
And I need to get to Dominik. I have to see him for one last time.
My eyes fill with tears, but I brush them away.
Revenge is what I want. Revenge and freedom. I am done with being pushed around by my dysfunctional family, with a life I didn’t want chosen for me.
This ends right now.
Well, providing I can get out of here, raise an army, and expose the Van Helsings for what they are…Which might be easier said than done.
I continue to walk around the room. I try the door. It doesn’t budge. I feel like screaming, but my uncle has this place under surveillance, great black balls filled with lenses bristling in every corner, their camera eyes focussed on me, and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead I ball my fists and continue to move.
After all that time in the back of the vehicle, I’m walking off the pain in my tailbone.
“I would have thought a female like you in your condition should stay seated,” a voice growls in my ear.
I swing around, knife at the ready. But there’s nothing there, and I quickly put the knife away.
“Don’t worry, they can’t see you. I cut the feed,” the voice says.
“Then they’ll be here in less than thirty seconds to find out why.”
“I doubt it,” the voice says.
“I’m too tired and too damn pregnant for games.” I sigh. “Show yourself.”
In one corner of the room, a mist appears, slowly reconstituting itself into a tall, black-clad figure. For a brief moment, I have a flicker of recognition, but then I realize it isn’t Dominik.
The vampire in front of me was once as handsome as his brother. But half of his face is simply a white skull, as if fate wanted him to show how dead he was inside.
“Forgive me.” He pulls something out of his pocket and holds his hand over his face.
When he removes it, the mask is a good likeness for what he probably looked like in life and in undeath.
“I never quite mastered deconstituting with this on,” he says.
“It’s Damek, isn’t it?” I let the knife fall back into my hand from my sleeve, even though I know it will have little effect on a vampire like this one.
“Yes, I am Dominik’s brother. Therogue.” He tuts.
“You’ve been giving everyone, including me, the run around. And you dropped a building on the head of the werewolf clan, which wasn’t very nice.”
