BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 487: A Devilish Visit

Chapter 487: A Devilish Visit

I could feel his breath on my neck, and the cold whisker sent quivers to my body. He gently pulled my hair behind to expose my skin more. I should have stopped him and pushed him away but I just remained paralyzed almost like I was succumbing to his will. Does my soul still glow for him? I now crave Dace’s blood but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s still my sire. He still had little control over me and I can’t seem to help it. It’s like struggling with a fishing line wrapped around your hand.

"He’s not here is he?" his gravel voice rumbled close to my ear and I shivered upon impact. "Strange" I could tell he was smiling right now without looking at his face. His amusement was just too gut-wrenching to swallow, it had a way of mocking any individual.

"His memories have returned by my guess, two personalities in a feat, so much struggle"

How does he know that?

Realization suddenly struck me as my eyes widened, could it be he had an insider here in Juneau, he would go through such risk? Why?

He leaned away, taking my chin and forcing my eyes to remain pinned on him. A wide grin on his lips, I could see that twisted look in his rubies again, it was still hard to comprehend and something told me I wouldn’t like the truth in them.

"Are you happy Emmaline?" he suddenly asked, changing the atmosphere of the situation. "This was your wish, right? To be reunited with your family, for them to remember you and to fill the emptiness in your heart"

"What do you want, Luther?" I whispered and I knew he heard me. I’m at my wit’s end here, I’m not sure I can take any more of this. I just wanted him to go away and leave me be.

"You keep asking me that question" he chuckled. "Are you that curious Emmaline? What else? I came for you"

"Your cold black heart doesn’t care about anything. The only reason you cared is because of the blood that runs through my veins. We’re prizes and now we’re gone you’re throwing a fit"

His lips twitched and I wondered if I angered him, he might have control over my body but there was no I would let him control what I said too. My mouth is the only thing I could use against right now.

"I did care, enough" he leaned closer as his teeth clenched. "That’s the semblance you were worthy to get" his eyes went behind me again, the darkness in his rubies as he glared daggers at my home caused fear to grip me, Luther can be calm when he needs to be, to put it straight he’s but a cunning vampire and doesn’t resort to force. But at this moment I feared I might have misunderstood him from the very beginning.

"All that love, vanishing..."—The wind came and chilled my bones and mind. My wide eyes fixated on Luther like he was every nightmare unleashed from the dark corner of the earth—"...but this time permanently"

Slowly he brought his eyes back, the rubies glowed like the devil. I couldn’t fight it as a tear slid down my cheek.

"You wouldn’t..."

His eyes beamed at my declaration. "After all these years you spent with me, you still doubt what I’m capable of? I’m disappointed in you, Emmaline..."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and it felt like taking in sand.

"I once fought tooth and nail for you... do you remember that night? When we first met? I was ready to die for tasting something as glorious as you. I was determined to have you in my grasp, but then Dace was more ferocious to stop me, it made it more challenging you know. In my hundred years of living, a challenge was worth it"

"Luther" I whispered, closing my eyes, hoping this was just a dream.

"You ask me what I want..." I could feel his voice in my ear, I thought he would voice what I didn’t want to hear and what could twist everything in ways I wouldn’t be able to handle. Instead, he stunned me with his answer. "The Banshee"

Hayden?

"Since you have gripped the situation properly it will only end badly when you come to a home sheltered with blood instead of the warmth you long for. Say a word to your mate"—the disdain with which he said the word mate was terrifying. "...and I’ll be your walking nightmare. No longer Dace but the devil himself"

I gasped, flashing my eyes open but he was gone, I was left alone standing as I stared at a phantom that wasn’t there but haunted every corner of my brain like a flesh release of my demons. My body shook uncontrollably like I was dipped in a frozen lake. I ran my hand through my hair erratically as I tried to comprehend the situation. I leaned against the tree, watching my house from a distance.

What am I going to do?

My lip quivered as I slid down to sit and buried my face in my hands, holding out the tears that threatened to break free and consume me. Luther wasn’t bluffing. Because I couldn’t feel only him, there were others, he wasn’t alone. It made me think how the fuck he was able to pass through the barrier with the others.

This is bad, really bad and he wants Hayden? Why?

~

It’s unfair. It felt like five years ago when I had to choose between my family and Dace. I chose Dace, and I only regretted that choice because I stupidly broke our bond and threw everything into chaos. Now I’m meant to decide who to choose again. But this time this decision is at the cost of my family’s lives, they had nothing to do with this.

This is all my fault, Luther found me when I was vulnerable, was I ever strong to begin with? I just stood there like a fool and let him threaten my family.

"Emma?"

I automatically locked my gaze with my mom’s eyes identical to mine, a smile slowly formed on my lips and I was baffled by how I could keep up a mask, they couldn’t even tell I was internally on the verge of losing my mind.

"Is it good?" she pointed her fork to my untouched meal.

"Good thing you were there mom, Emma would have ruined dinner if she handled it on her own," Grayson remarked and my mom smacked him on the shoulder.

"Don’t tease your sister like that!" her scolding was buried by Vanessa’s ballistic laughter.

"Don’t worry sweetheart, with my recipes I’m sure you’ll be a great cook one day" my mom assured me.

"Oh dear sis, I thought you were scared to give her those recipes because she might unintentionally ruin them?"

My mom glared. "I change my mind"

I laughed and it caused silence, it wasn’t fake or forced, it was just me laughing to my heart’s content. A week ago I could only dream of it even though it wasn’t picture-perfect, it was still everything I would have hoped for.

"I’ll try my best not to ruin your recipe, Mom"

She smiled warmly at me, before placing her hand on mine. "There that’s better, you were gloomy throughout the evening I was worried"

Did she notice?

I am tempted to cry now but I can’t because if I did I would break and I can’t let them see me like that.

"I’m just so happy Mom, our family is complete again" I passed a look at everyone. "It would be a shame for it to disappear"

"What did you say, honey?"

I quickly lightened up and grabbed my fork to dig in. "I love you, mom"

"I love you too honey"