Aselia’s POV

The fact that he was drinking when I had stabbed him with the needle and interrupted it, was gnawing at my brain. Besides I wasn’t aware of how they were going to treat him at headquarters, they will probably starve him and that was one something I would never do to him.

I would always ensure he wouldn’t be ill-fed for I knew hunger and it wasn’t pretty. He had always fed me more than he should have. No way I would let anyone starve him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Drink," I pressed the glass to his lips and ordered, maintaining a stony expression. His tumultuous eyes holding a million questions stared back at me.

"Drink it or I will force it down your throat." I grabbed his face and pressed his jaw. He seemed taken aback by my action but instantly hid the expression, his face masking what he felt. His lips parted and I tilted the glass so the blood will go directly into his mouth. He quietly began to drink it and I let go of his jaw.

Once the glass emptied I handed it to Yurian and wiped his flawless chin with my finger, a drop had trickled on it. He watched me closely, even intently. "Thank you, but you shouldn’t have done that." His eyes scanned my hands and arms and I knew he was looking for the wound from where I had drawn blood. He wouldn’t find it for I had covered it under my shirt.

I ignored him and signalled to Agent 27 to gag and blindfold him again. Squatting on the seat in front of him, I kept watch.

That was enough heartbreak for me to handle for the time being. Seeing him bound and in agony, those ropes not only immobilized the vampires they caused them extreme pain. But he didn’t grimace once, nor did he show me any distress.

He did try to detach himself a bit by calling me Ma’am for I understood the hurt and betrayal he must be experiencing right now. I desperately wanted to ask him if he was ready to hurt me now.

"Get some rest," Yurian approached me and covered me with a blanket.

He then moved ahead and wrapped himself in a blanket as well before getting comfortable in a seat and closing his eyes.

There was no sleep for me though. There won’t be for a long time now. It was affecting me more than it should have and deep down I knew I was in the wrong for treating him like that. But my desire for revenge had blinded me and no way was I going to turn back when I was this close to getting what I had always wanted.

I peeked through the window when I heard him whimper, my head jerked toward him. Agent 27 and Yurian had both gone to sleep. He was trying to say something, so I removed his gag but didn’t remove his blindfold and asked:

"What?"

"These guys are your fellow hunters?" He inquired in his calm and composed voice as if we were sitting on a beach, having a casual conversation.

"Yes," I kept the answer short.

"Young boy is your partner?" He referred to Yurian.

"Yes, you hate me yet? Want to kill us now? Now that you know who I am." I replied, wondering where he was going with this conversation.

"I can’t hate you, I thought I made that abundantly clear. But you never took my words seriously." His answer baffled me, what game was he trying to play with me? Didn’t he understand we were enemies who could never be together?

"I find it impossible to believe, I know you will finish us off the first chance you get. I ousted your secret and I am going to do a lot more than that." Maybe he was underestimating me, I was about to rip his world apart and reveal all his secrets.

"I can deal with whatever you are going to do, as long as you keep yourself out of danger. Tell me why you seek my father." The mention of his father made my anger surge which I was trying to keep at bay. The veins in my neck became taut and my heartbeat quickened.

"He killed your parents, didn’t he?" He was smart, of course, he figured it out. The rage I felt was overwhelming me, this was an extremely sensitive topic for me and he was the son of my parents’ murderer, who knew how evil his father was. He was still trying to protect him, by keeping information from us.

"Don’t act as if you care. If you did you would tell us where to find him and help me end his wretched life, once and for all. You are no better than your brother and father, both of them destroyed my life, and yet you protect them. No, you are even worst than them. You claim to care for me but in reality, you only care about yourself and your family." I spat out to him, hoping he would feel a tiny part of what I was feeling and going through.

I couldn’t see his eyes so didn’t know what emotions he held in them but his mouth was forming a thin line, he remained quiet for a long time and then finally spoke:

"You can do whatever you feel like, you can think whatever you feel like too about me. But assisting you to seek out my father is something I will never help you with. I made you a promise that I will keep you safe and I will always honour it. Besides, I can handle pain, you people won’t be able to break me, you are welcome to try though."

His words angered me further and I clutched the seat so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Why he had to make this difficult? Uneasiness began to set in thinking about what they will do to him back at the headquarters.

My stomach began to retch again, his words tormenting me. No matter how strong I would try to act, my body wouldn’t be able to handle them hurting him. I knew him, he would now purposely hold information from us just to vex us. I didn’t know what to do about this man, he had turned my life upside down.

My heart was not mine anymore, he controlled it like a puppet master, its strings forever in his hands. Even my body reacted to not only what he did but even to what he said. I hated giving so much control to anyone over me, what had I landed myself into?

"Can I at least know your name?" He requested understanding I hadn’t spoken or answered him and was lost in my train of thought.

"Does it matter? We are practically strangers, nothing about me is true. It’s a facade I wear to hide who I am. It would be in our mutual interest if you forget about me, and me about you." I turned my face away from him, the emotions I felt were about to choke me.

"Can you though? Was it all a lie? Can you promise me you don’t feel anything for me?" His utterance was barely a whisper, meant only for my ears.

"Yes," I lied between my teeth, making my heart scream. He felt it though as he said:

"Your heart says otherwise. It belongs to me and you know it. This fact won’t change, no matter what you try." I had heard enough, he was suffocating me now.

"Shut up," I leaned closer and placed the gag back so he would stop talking, a permanent smile was etched on his face. How could he smile in such a situation?

I leaned back in my seat and sighed heavily. My stomach felt knotted from all the anxiety I was feeling. When will this feeling pass? I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket on my face, hiding away from him from this world. Only if that was this easy.

Sleep finally took me but even that was restless. I woke up screaming after a while, the nightmare haunted me. I was drenched in my sweat, my hair was sticking to my face and the seat.

"You alright?" I saw Yurian heading toward me with concern written all over his face and a glass of water in his hand. He handed me the glass and stood beside me.

"Bloody nightmare will never leave me alone." I gulped the water down in one go.

"It’s still the same? Or did you remember any other details?" He inquired.

"Same, a part of that day is still missing." And then it dawned on me, the reality of it, the truth of it, what must have happened. Why didn’t I realize it before? When he told me about his powers. Why was I so blind when it came down to him?

The anger I felt shook me to my core, the pure hatred, vile feelings, and abhorrence of his existence torched me like wildfire, molding me into a Fury. He was about to experience my wrath.

Pushing past Yurian, I yanked the blindfold and gag off him and held him by his collar before yelling:

"You were there that night, didn’t you? You wiped my memories, you jerk. I am going to kill you."