BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 421: Hangover

Chapter 421: Hangover

I feel like shit, I feel so fucking awful and the pounding in my head made it way worse. I groaned like a child, tossing on my bed hoping the headache would stop but nope, just the slight movement made it worse. Forcing my aching body up I held my head, Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much because this was the worst hangover ever!

I opened my eyes and my vision was a fucking mess, I shut my eyes rubbing them with my hands before forcing them open again to get a clearer vision. I darted my eyes to the nightstand and I almost thanked God for the aspirin and water there.

Wasting no time I took a pill and then water, groaning in relief, taking more water before sighing. Dropping the empty glass I hit my body back on the bed and covered myself with the comforter and just like that I fell into another abyss.

But in that very second I felt eyes on me but I chose to ignore.

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It felt so comfortable now and my headache was long gone and I felt so good and I thought to myself never to drink like that again. Having a hangover is not a situation to be in, I can see why Grayson always scolds me not to drink, drinking is definitely not my jam it seems.

Yawning, I stretched, feeling light thanks to that aspirin, and loving the texture on my bed that felt like heaven.

Wait.

Bed?

I flashed my eyes open. Should I be in bed? How the fuck did I get here, didn’t I wander into the woods? Did I somehow walk my way back to my room, drunk?

Ugh! Forget it, don’t wanna think about that right now, I just want to sleep, and forget about everything, at least I wasn’t plagued by nightmares. I think.

"How long do you plan on sleeping?"

I gasped, sitting up instantly and darting my wide eyes to the owner of that voice. "S-Singe?"

"You good?" He asked with a faint smile.

"W-What are you doing here?" I passed a look around my room and then to him. He shrugged.

"Wait" I held my head. "Did you carry me back here?"

He paused and then his mouth hung open.

"Well?"

"Yes. Yes! I was the one who did"

I narrowed my eyes. "O... kay?"

He nods. "You were really wasted,"

Fuck! And he saw me like that? And dragged my ass back here? Now I just want the ground to open up and swallow me whole because the secondhand embarrassment was something else.

"Dirt all over, no offense but..." he cleared his throat.

I panicked spreading open the comforter and sighed in intense relief seeing I was still in my black sundress.

"It would have been inappropriate to change you"

"Thanks"

"Dace would have killed me"

"What?" I shot my head up.

"Nothing, really you drown the whole bottle?"

I groaned and rubbed my temple. "I guess I should be glad you were the one who found me. Would have been way worse. It was sweet of you Singe, thank you"

A blush crept up his cheeks, it was odd seeing a muscular man like this blush but also cute to see.

"Countess"

"Emmaline is fine or Emma really. I think we have passed that right? You saw me in my most vulnerable state after all"

"Right," he nods. "Emma" he leaned further in his seat and I didn’t know why it caused a smile to find my lips when he used my name. "What Dan did was messed up"

"Dan?"

He motioned to my neck and by instinct I rubbed it as the memory flooded in, so his name was Dan huh?

"It’s okay. I’m alive right?" I said with a shiver remembering Dace’s confession of breaking his two hands.

He probably just did that because someone touched his pawn.

I frowned at the thought.

"No, it’s not" he suddenly looked angry now. "No one will touch you again I promise"

"I think that is a big thing to promise you know, this place is crawling with werelions and I’m the only vampire here" I state swaying my legs off the bed.

"They won’t"

I wonder why he sounds so certain, but I guess he’s trying to make me feel better.

"I need a bath, I feel so..." I held my head. When he made no move to stand I faced him with folded arms and gave him a look.

"Right," he nods.

"Well?"

"Sorry just..." he jumped up his feet. "Just keeping my eye on you that’s all"

"I’m extremely capable of taking care of myself"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Okay fine I got drunk and needed saving, that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself"

"Fine," he shrugged. "I will just get you lunch"

"Lunch?"

"You slept all through the day"

"Fuck" I mumbled and dipped my head in shame walking to the bathroom and shut myself there. I heard the door and I knew he was out now and I took a breath of relief.

Geez Emma, note to self never drink like that again! Stripping out of my gown I walked naked to the sink to rinse my face, the scratchy sensation came to my throat again, and I groaned.

Raising my hand I brought it to my nose but froze as my eyes flashed open.

"No"

In panic, I stared at my empty finger. Where is my ring?!

"No, no, no, no!" I looked around to see if I dropped it while taking off my dress but it was nowhere to be seen. Please don’t tell me I lost it! Anything but that.

"Please no, please" I trembled, that ring was the only thing keeping me from going on a blood frenzy. That ring... more importantly the gem was made with Luther’s blood in case of emergency, just a whiff of it can dull my bloodlust, and that is why I always wore that ring no matter what.

Luther’s blood is the only blood I crave and now I can’t imagine what will happen if I go thirsty without any means to sedate it. I have NEVER gone thirsty before well except that time I was too stubborn to take Luther’s blood but I immediately regret it. As much as I hate it I was a slave to it which only makes this situation worse.

"This can’t be happening" I held my throat with a heavy gulp and a trembling body.

How the fuck did I lose it? In the woods? Just thinking about my drunken state gave me a headache because everything is fuzzy and I don’t remember a thing.