BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 130: Burning Sensation

Chapter 130: Burning Sensation

DACE

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"It’s been 1 hour 40 mins"

Emilia rose an eyebrow at me before poking her fork into the pineapple cube.

"Are you seriously keeping track of time?" She said before huffing. "Relax she just needs some time with her aunt, respect that"

I shifted my gaze away from her, yes she was right, Emma needed some time with her aunt, but I couldn’t stop my body from itching, just being apart from her didn’t sit well with me, fuck I felt like something was clawing at my skin. I constricted my hand on the armchair, just how further will they talk? I ran my hand through my hair, thinking about how badly I wanted to walk to that room, but I kept myself pinned to the chair.

"A Royal is after her, Dad’s not gonna let her out of his sight"

Her words broke me out of my thoughts, I was expecting her to mention that sooner or later.

"I don’t care about what he thinks"

"It’s easier to find the bastard who bit her that way" she shrugged.

"And I want nothing more"

She smirks. "I knew there was something off about her, the moment I couldn’t read her mind" She leaned on the chair with her legs folded before tucking her arms across her chest, watching me with her hazel eyes, in amusement.

"Yes," I answered in a simple tone, placing my knuckles beneath my jaw. I was still eager to find out too, I wanted to understand everything about Emma "If she does not have witch blood then what do you think she is?"

"Human" she shrugged, getting no answer from me and she rolled her eyes. "I’m dying to find out now that she has a Royal hot on her trails,"

"Agreed" I nodded. "Royals are known to not lead the world outside, they stay locked up in their Castles across the countries and let their minions do their dirty work"

"Did you see his face?"

"Red hair"

She narrowed her eyes. "Red hair?" She paused. "Wait, you don’t mean a Zalatoris?" She gasped. "We are dealing with a Zalatoris?!"

Exactly the expression I showed when I placed the puzzle together. That guy wasn’t just an ordinary vampire or just any Royal Blood, he belongs to one of the ancient families.

In the supernatural world, there are families who have lived longer than any supernaturals, this is different from ancestors and descendants, I’m talking about a pure bloodline just like us, like a founding family. There is a certain colony of vampires that practice that also, who have lived just as long as us, we know them as mostly Royals but in that hierarchy of power there lay the Count and Countess of the Zalatoris.

I highly doubt that guy is the Count, definitely one of their descendants or something. The Zalatoris’ are our historical enemies, the hate sewn deep in our bones, nasty creatures.

"How did it come to this?"

"I have to kill him, Emilia"

Her eyes darted to mine.

"That’s the only way I can free Emma of his mark" just thinking of that mark made my blood boil, I hated the fact that her delicate was harmed because of that nasty creature, I will surely find him and make his head roll.

"There’s a reason why dad is involved in this, don’t do this alone" She intoned with stern looks. "We are talking about the Zalatoris here, not just any vampire"

And a heavy sigh escaped me, this was purely something we didn’t expect to face, but I was ready for it and I won-

I growled slightly when a pain stroked me.

"Hmm already boiling with rage, ease yourself Dacey" she mused but that was far from my anger this was-

I growled again gripping my left chest because it came from there, wait that was where-

It came again but this time more painful like my skin was on fire, it was an unusual pain because I never thought of a flame hurting before but for some odd reason this was.

"Dace?"

I clenched that part tightly, why was it hurting?

"Dace!" She held me. "What’s wrong?" her eyes darted to where I grip and she raised my shirt and a gasp left her. "Y-Your mark"

To her words I leveled my gaze to where it hurt, my left chest with my name, having the initial of D but you can’t tell the form because of how curvy it looked, it was like my skin itself, like a brand and right now the faint mark should not be this defined because right now it was hot red like I was being marked for the first time.

"Why is your mark acting like this?!"

"I don’t know!" I seethed out because it hurt so bad, what the fuck? I was hurting from pain? That has never happened to me before, physical pain had been a passing wind for me, what the fuck is going on?

"Why is it acting like this?!"

"I don’t know it’s your mark!" she snapped at me.

I touched it. "Fuck" It burned me too, it fucking burned me.

"We have to-" She paused when we heard a clash. "That sound"

We faced each other.

"It’s coming from where Emma is," I said as my body hollered at me and next I was already blurring towards the room.

I barged open the door and Emilia and I rushed in... was my baby girl hanging in the air?

"EMMA!" Vanessa called for her in panic.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I demanded, my rage slipping in.

"This can’t be happening" she faced me. "The Cycle is happening to her"

"The Cycle?"

"Isn’t that a selection ritual for your clan?" Emilia said.

Selection ritual? I faced Emma, her green orbs gleaming the most beautiful yet dangerous green light.

Isn’t that a particular ritual for witch blood? Emma does not have witch blood if not I would have smelt it, so why was this happening to her?

Her body was released from the unease energy.

"Emma!" Her aunt shrieked

But I caught her before she reached the ground, she was so cold like ice. I held her tightly letting my heat slip through her skin, this was the only way I could get her warm faster.

I faced my angry eyes at Vanessa hoping for some kind of explanation.

"This shouldn’t have happened"

"What happened?!" I demanded with clenched teeth.

"S-She told me about a dream, she couldn’t explain and she wanted to know why she had it so we both relived it but what I saw was.." her breath became shaky and she ran her hands in her hair.

"The Cycle" Emilia finished for her and she nodded.

"The Cycle is a ritual of your clan, it only happens to newborn witches or warlocks. At the age of five, they visit their ancestors and their powers are unlocked as well as an element"

Her widened eyes fell on Emilia and she smirks.

"How did you..." she gulps.

I was certain she wasn’t expecting that, but we Werelions were very vast in knowledge about other supernaturals, that was what put us in an advantage, where we ought to be.

"We have lived long enough"

"But that’s supposed to be sacred" she murmured.

"Okay enough with that" I snapped. "Why the fuck is she reliving the Cycle? according to what you just said this is not supposed to happen"

"Yes... because I know she doesn’t have witch blood but this is different"

"So..." Emilia mused before facing Emma in my arms. "She’s a witch then?"

"I think that’s the only explanation right now"

I faced her unconscious form in my arms. My entire focus was on her, she was slowly getting warm now.

"But we can’t fully decide on that first"

I faced Vanessa. "And why is that?"

"Until she wakes up"

I narrowed my eyes.

"Then we will know if she completes the process"

"You witches have so many freaky traditions," I said, raising to my feet with Emma in my arms.

"Well excuse me, we are a sacred race, we stay true to what our ancestors have practiced" she fired at me and I smirked.

"Your race is only alive because of the bargain you struck with us, where were your ancestors then"

She bit her lip. "We may not be as powerful as you are, but we still stand strong"

"Vanessa," Emilia said. "You have to keep what happened here a secret"

"What? I can’t...I must let the head family know"

"And let them take her away?!" I growled and she flinched.

"As you can see Vanessa, my brother is clingy"

"Well she is my niece, I’m her family!"

"She’s safer here. Tell your people, they will demand for her" Emilia intoned.

"She’s still marked," I said and I noticed she tensed, maybe the second reality of that was finally slipping in. "She might not have told you this... it was done by a Royal blood"

"W-What? How’s that possible?" she panics.

"Tell me..." I began and she locked gazes with me. "...can your clan protect her?"

Judging from her expression the answer was already given.