BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 366: A Father’s Last Wish And Blessing

Chapter 366: A Father’s Last Wish And Blessing

GRAYSON

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"Because Cassius Morelock is no more... Now tell us, Genevieve... what is Cassius’ last wish and blessing to his last bloodline, there is no need to hide the truth"

Luther sounded impatient but I was more stuck on what he said first... this man Cassius Morelock said to be my father is dead? I was neither surprised nor bothered, I knew nothing of the man and I was certain Emma didn’t either, she didn’t grow up with him, other than me who knew how it felt to have a father... Emma had never experienced such before.

A part of her childhood was taken away, everything seemed to be taken away when it involved this man, first, he separated Emma and me at birth and wiped my mom’s memory of me luring her to think she gave birth to only Emma, and he never thought of being in Emma’s life, I don’t know the full story but I know enough... I know a piece of shit when I see one.

That man doesn’t deserve to be called a father.

"Your father’s last wish and blessing..." Genevieve began once again, she hasn’t changed one bit, I had the liberty of seeing her when Emma and I made the connection, the very nurse who suggested I was to be given to the Venators, she hasn’t aged a day.

The look she gave me right now is like sadness and pity, and I hated it.

"When one of you awake the other part lying dominant... it activates"

"What activates?" Luther demanded. It seemed like he wanted to know just as much as I did.

"His blessing... Everyone and I mean everyone related to the witch clan or any aside from the vampires forgets you two ever existed"

I paled.

"That?" Luther interjected. "His blessing?"

"Cassius knew if one of you accidentally awake your other nature it would cause chaos, you would be hunted by your own loved ones and cast aside, he wanted to spare the pain of that, so he thought it was best..."

"Cassius Morelock... he thought that far ahead?" Luther sounded intrigued now.

And I just remained frozen in my spot telling myself I haven’t just heard that. They will forget us? The witch clan? Does that mean Vanessa, Mom, and the rest of the people who knew us back in Juneau?"

"Why?" That was only what came off my lips. "He’s dead and yet he thinks he can control our life? First, he took me away from my family and now he wants to do that again?!"

"I’m sorry..." she said with pleading eyes. "Even though I have spent years with him I still don’t know how his mind works, but I know anything he does is for a reason, believe me child, he cared for the both of you more than anything"

"You don’t know that..." I said. "Like you said you don’t even know how his mind works, so don’t say that and think it will make me feel any better"

She gulped at my words leveling her gaze.

"His blessing involves erasing the memories of those who have known them except the vampire clan..." Luther mouths. "Far from what I expected but it still does us good"

I snapped my eyes to him.

"Yes Grayson... because think of it, if the witch clan knew what you both are then they would cast you aside, or worse, family does not involve when bloodline is at stake," he said. "So tell me Grayson just how was your sister’s relationship with a werelion, was it accepted, or disliked?"

I gulped, it was the latter, even to the point Owen broke her and Dace’s bond putting her in this situation. She was in all because bloodlines don’t mix, there was no telling what they will do when they find out we’re part vampires.

"My mom" I shook my head. "She doesn’t deserve to go through this again"

"I’m sorry, I have no control over who forgets, your mother is a part of the witch clan, with witch-blood or not, it applies to her too"

I nodded, turned, and walked away, my ears were suddenly numb and everything around me was soundless, I remained that way as I descended the stairs... I don’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed air, I needed to breathe but I can’t... there is a tightening sensation deep within my chest and it thugs. I can’t even walk on my own two feet properly so I held onto the wall for baseless support.

I found myself sitting on the floor and leaning my back against the wall, digging my hands in my hair, my head was pounding and Genevieve’s words sowed deeper. I lost one family and now I am going to lose it again. Why does it always end up like this?

I let myself enjoy any sense of love and then it gets taken away from me, the loneliness always comes back. And there was Emma... there was no telling how she will feel when she hears of this, how much it will break her when she finds out she can’t go back to Juneau.

We can’t go back home

I won’t be able to see Emilia again. I subconsciously slipped my hand under my shirt and rubbed the initials there... we did nothing but fight every chance we got but I knew the emotions still held in but now what was the point of it? What was the point of it all? I harbor a part within me that is considered mortal enemies to them, their nemesis.

I chuckled, laughing at nothing in particular.

Well, now she will have all the reason to hate me, it’s not like she would remember me anyway. I can’t even feel her, I never felt her deeply, not as how Emma and Dace were connected.

It seems like that very day when she shattered my heart with a lie and I walked away... I rejected our bond. A truth I only see now...

"Do you hear it?"

I turned my head weakly to Luther walking to me with hands in his pocket.

"Hear what?"

He smiled. "Heartbeat," he said looking upstairs almost like he could hear something I couldn’t. "Emma’s heartbeat"