BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 139: Floating Emotions

Chapter 139: Floating Emotions

The persistent ringing of my phone was giving me a headache, especially when I just finished my hoop of cries and finally sought some quiet and privacy. That was all I needed to clear my aching head that felt like it would come loose from my brain at any minute. I don’t know how long I have been in this position listening to my own cries, all I knew was the sun didn’t reflect in my room anymore, I guess long enough.

My chest had this tight pain I couldn’t endure, it kept squeezing and I thought of breathing more frequently than ever. I sighed when the persistent ringing of my phone brought me back. I was forced to pull my phone out of my jacket pocket, it just kept ringing nonstop. I sobbed as I flipped the phone and saw the caller EMILIA. I slid the call button to answer.

"Hello?" I sobbed.

"Don’t tell you’re crying..." her usual ruffled voice sounded and I almost rolled my eyes but I wasn’t in the mood for that.

"Not anymore," I said, using the back of my hand to dry my wet cheeks, I really need to blow my nose. It made my voice sound so sour and each sniff was a headache. Great!

"I take it going back home didn’t go well"

"What’s the blood oath all about?" I bluntly asked, eager to get more answers, Emilia was the only one that could give me that. The answers that I seek.

I heard her sigh. "Seems like they let you in on that"

"Please tell me" I sighed hoping she won’t drag on it, I wasn’t ready for a drag topic.

"Well whatever you heard from the witch guy or your aunt explains it all, I’m guessing you need more info for that" she mused, I nodded which was stupid of me. "Fine then... the blood oath was like a pact made between my family, yours, and the Hathaways"

"The peace treaty"

"Peace treaty, alliance, call it whatever but the head family of yours the leader then was really annoying. Though sealing the pact with blood was the only way the werelions could honor their own place in the bargain. Protect them from the vampires, we stay and we have access to all the lands"

"What does it have to do with not mixing the families?"

"Well you know, supernaturals have never thought of mixing bloodlines before, never happened and we don’t need it, or better explain not staying in your designated clan, like everyone to their own bone. Of course, that wasn’t a problem, we werelions are cool with it, we just needed the sanctuary surely we are not gonna play friendly with supernaturals’’

Not until me, that is... my relationship with Dace was void. I gulped just by the mere thought of it. from the very beginning, there was nothing forward when it came to us, just endless loopholes.

"I see," I said with a murky jerky tone.

"Part of the main reason Dace never wanted Vanessa to spill the beans of your Cycle and the blah blah stuff... because he knew this will happen"

"It’s too late now" I murmured. "The beans spilled"

"Yup" but then she sighed. "I don’t need to be there to tell that you’re a mess right now"

Upon her words I looked over the mirror my eyes were bloodshot from crying, she was right about that.

"Now it’s gonna be hard to keep an eye on you but that doesn’t mean the werelions cannot be involved in your case, the Royal is still after you which is our business"

"But my relationship with Dace..." I gulped. "It’s..."

"Sadly yes... Dacey is not gonna take this well"

"He’s not back is he?"

"Not yet... but I have a feeling I will be expecting him soon"

"Wait, why do you sound drunk?" I noticed the tipsy sound of her voice, it took me a minute but I was fully noticing it right now. Along with the hiccup in the background, was she drinking?

"Hmm... just downing myself with whiskey"

"Aren’t you underaged for that?"

She huffed. "I’m older than you silly"

"Yeah I know that by far... but in your werelion age you’re a teen so that basically means you can’t drink"

"Don’t lecture me!"

I sighed. "Emilia... it’s not your fault I had to leave"

There was a pause but I knew she was purposely keeping silent.

"I made a promise to my brother to watch over you while he’s gone..." I heard a sip next. "But I ruin that... stupid blood oath"

I couldn’t help a chuckle that escaped me, although not heartfelt I just felt that I needed that right now, it was a stupid attempt... because it just sounded like I was mocking myself in a sick position, maybe I shouldn’t laugh for a while.

"You sound like a dying horse"

Yup... definitely not laughing for NOW.

"Although I haven’t heard that before," she adds.

"What do you think he would do... when he gets back" I suddenly found myself asking.

"Wreak havoc" she chuckled.

"Emilia, speak seriously" what was I expecting exactly? She was drunk.

"Ha dearest brother, putting his future on the line with everything"

"W-What?"

I heard the glass next. "I’m worried about Emma, about his future but at the same time I can’t help but feel happy and angry for him, crazy right?"

"Emilia what are you talking about"

"I mean in all this craziness and then..." she snapped her fingers. "...His Female comes in, what happens then?"

"F-Female?"

I heard a thud, was that a head on the table? "Fucking mouth of mine now he’s totally gonna kill me now, great"

"Emilia... what do you mean by his female?"

The call ended with that long dial sound, I looked at the screen with shaky eyes, what was she talking about, his female? What was that? A girl maybe? I felt that sting in my chest again but I quickly shook it off. Emilia was probably talking nonsense but she did explain some meaningful things to me, what if she was saying something important?

I dialed her line again but she didn’t pick up. Maybe I will try her line later, she must have passed out last, yup, that thud sound was definitely her head on the table.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes, my head hurts more than before, maybe I need a bath.

It was sort of weird bathing in my own bathroom, it seemed small compared to Dace’s, using my shampoo I realized I don’t smell like him again, this was all me now and it made my heart drop more, it made me sadder, muddied and my brain kept brainstorming.

I dropped to my bed curling like a ball, my knees up my chest, what was he doing right now? Was he still hunting because of his heat? I wish I had an answer to that, I felt a strong urge to see his face, but now I was subjected to this situation I wondered if I would get to see him anymore,

I sobbed, gripping my sheets tightly as another round of tears was eager to fall off. I really should not cry anymore, my head will explode, I really should calm my head. But I can’t...

This felt like that moment when Emilia told me Dace wouldn’t come back to school anymore, the feeling I felt in that past week, the dread, the sadness, the constant murmuring voices in my head, this felt exactly like that, I wasn’t so sure I could manage this feeling again, I tried the last time but it was a sore attempt, can I relive this emptiness again? Sorting for ways to free my mind but still driving forth to that feeling? The feeling of something like a part of you was missing? All because of these stupid family issues.

"Emma"

It was my aunt again... probably coming to make me feel worse.

"Emma"

Please just go away, but that wasn’t an option because I didn’t lock my damn door, it clicked open and she walked in and I just wanted to disappear, why won’t they just leave me alone?! I wanted to be alone but at the same time I didn’t. Which do I want?

"Go away!"

A sorry excuse for a decision.

I heard a gasp from her, surely my voice and tone shouldn’t surprise her because of what transpired between us.

"Emma" her voice sounded more in shock, why was she surprised by my words, I blinked, was something wrong?

"Emma!"

I was forced to sit up on my bed and face her but I froze in place, not just by the wide-eyed expression she had on but what was happening in my room, was Tinker Bell here? Because why the fuck were the things in my room floating? The drawers, my mirror, my wardrobe, my table, my chair, and my night lamp... even my damn bed too, it was FLOATING.

She faced me with a thousand questions swirling in her orbs and then a question left her, something I wasn’t sure I had the answer to.

"Are you doing this?"