The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 106: Questions & Accusations (1)

Chapter 106: Questions & Accusations (1)

Feeling the metallic coldness of the blade against his chin, Elijah was deliberately giving him the impression that made him feel like a loser, someone who was incapable of striking back, and his gaze visibly darkened with a shady glint. He hated the idea of Elijah addressing him to be a weak human, and no weak human would ever settle with the idea of becoming one of these parasites without thinking of the odds.

"You can’t judge me without knowing me first, by that I mean - you have to know every detail about me." His tone was low and husky, but it spoke volumes that instantly piqued Elijah’s interest once again. "Then tell me, human, what part of you am I missing?"

"The little part that screams blood."

"Huh?" Unable to grasp the meaning, he watched as the young lad’s eyes went from their Amber-brown shades to a blood-thirsty red - so red that Elijah felt he was staring directly into a molten lava, and the young lad’s lips curved into a cynical smile. "Your little test worked."

Unknown to Elijah, this was only a distraction to get his attention side-tracked, and that gave Cassian the opportunity to back away from the sword, and before Elijah could react by swinging his sword at him, Cassian had moved past him with an unpredictable speed, his sharp nails cutting through Elijah’s shirt and meeting his skin, further clawing him in his abdomen and making him bleed instantly.

With their backs against each other, the two men remained unmoving. The whistles of the wind were what kept the silence company, and the tension in the air felt solid.

Awestruck, Elijah froze in his spot as the tearing pain coursed through his skin, and he impulsively placed a hand to his injured abdomen as though it was the first time someone ever succeeded in making him bleed.

Turning around to look at the young lad, his red eyes glinted under the moonlight, and he appeared shock-stricken as he stared at his elongated nails, completely dazed by the sight of it, and then his glinting red eyes returned to Elijah who was still mortified by Cassian’s transformation.

"It worked?" Elijah couldn’t believe it, and he shook his head as if in denial. "But how is that possible? There’s still traces of human blood running through your veins, I can smell it....but you’re ...." He eyed the young lad from head to toe, unsure of if he should be glad or alarmed by the strange progress.

"I won the bet." Cassian reminded him, barely concerned about Elijah’s reaction. "I made you bleed as per the rules, which means I call the first shot...and you will have to listen to me." As he spoke, Elijah took notice of his sharp fangs, and he never expected the human to still look incredibly striking as a vampire - in other words, more dominant.

Letting out a breath of air at his own defeat, he took his hands off his abdomen, showing the visible raw cut to Cassian, and before the young lad’s eyes, he watched as the wound he had inflicted on Elijah gradually began to heal, his flesh knitting together, and his skin closing and regenerating. He could see no trace of injury, not even a scar.

He would have assumed his attack was plain imaginary if it wasn’t for the blood that remained as evidence on his skin.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you heal???!!!" Perplexed by the impossible that just happened in front of him, he blurted out the stupidest question Elijah didn’t think he would ask.

"Benefits of a vampire." He blatantly responded. "You’re a vampire...." Elijah’s lips twitched in discomfort before he turned around, keeping his back to Cassian’s gaze. "You’re half-vampire, precisely the only half-vampire who could transform alive. I never doubted how entertaining you would be, which is why I tried it on you, and now that I have succeeded in making you one of the night creatures, you do not belong with the humans."

"First of all, you need not tell me what I should, and shouldn’t do, I make my own rules and I decide where I want to be." Cassian firmly clarified. "Secondly, the missing people case, what does it have to do with you and the rest of your psychotic minions? Where are the innocent people you’ve kidnapped?"

"Funny of you to think I’d disclose something so confidential." He chortled amusingly before turning around to look at Cassian. "It’s your job to find out where these people are, you’re working for the authorities, and the King is patiently waiting for you to bring him the good news about your progress." He tsked. "I wonder if his trust in you will remain when he finds out what you are."

"You don’t know him."

"I know human mentality." Elijah countered back in a dark tone filled with spite. "You should be thanking me for doing you such a huge favor by making you one of us, I could have just killed you and the so-called humans would forget you ever existed."

"They are all ignorant animals, mindless idiots, they do not care for anyone but shower fake loves to rip from someone else’s benefit. You are being used and when they get the tiniest hints about what you’ve become, I will be there to watch as you are beheaded by the people you risk so much as your life to shelter."

Elijah’s words sounded promising, and the young lad was taken aback by the amount of hatred his tone carried. If he wasn’t a vampire, he would have suspected the humans must have hurt him terribly in his past life to earn so much disdain from him.

"You are not wrong." Cassian agreed with his opinion, but then when he thought about Madeline and Orson, Elijah was also not right in his statement.

"Humans are cruel, but not all humans are the same. There are those with the kindest hearts, the purests, and there are those who have sold theirs to the devil." He frowned at Elijah, "you on the other hand, are not proving to be any better. Sixteen to seventeen years ago, the family of the late Baron was murdered, and if it was you or someone else, one of you has to be responsible for it."

"What sort of accusation is this?" Elijah tilted his head to the side, looking lost in the conversation. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"Don’t lie to me, you’re the leader of the red-cloaked vampires so you must know." Cassian’s fist clenched, "the death of Roland, the bloody note, the words... it was all your doing wasn’t it?!"

"What bloody note? You’re confusing me and I don’t like it when people do that." He rubbed his temple with his index finger, as though trying to get rid of an incoming headache, and his denial only aggravated the young lad who’s red eyes darkened sharply.

"That old man still runs his mouth." Elijah clicked his tongue in annoyance. "And I gave him such an easy death."

"Who are we talking about here?" Alarmed by Elijah’s pissed-off tone, the vampire smirked knowingly. "Who else?