The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 145. Poor Shape

Chapter 145: 145. Poor Shape

Damon flipped the letter after reading as if he expected to see more behind but he was greeted with a blank page. He turned back to the main page and he had a hard time believing the words he was reading.

He turned suddenly and stomped back to where the old lady stood on the stairs scrambling around to see if any missing coins still lay on the ground.

"What is the meaning of this?!" His voice echoed in the dark room.

She jerked at his voice even with his loud approach she did not realize until he spoke. She blinked, squinting as she lifted the lamp.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes darted around.

"Are you sure you sent the letter to the right place and this isn’t some forged reply?" He yelled.

That was the only explanation for what he had just read. There was no way a King would write something like that, especially about his daughter.

There was also the problem that his King himself had written the letter with his blood and this is the way he chose to reply. Damon could barely contain his anger.

"No, no, no." She yelled. "There is no way I will do anything like that." He could see the fear in her eyes.

He took a step closer.

"I promise," her shrill voice screeched. "You can see the royal seal on it. I brought it as I received it."

Damon glared at her and back at the letter. He wanted to roll it into a ball and toss it so far away it would disappear but he had to bring it to the King. Damon sighed and walked down the stairs.

Zane was staring at him oddly, "What’s wrong?" The vampire asked.

"Change of plans. I will find a physician myself." He folded the letter and placed it in his inner pockets.

Zane squinted, "What did the letter say?"

"Nothing you should worry yourself about," Damon said stiffly.

"Obviously, it’s important if you have to find a physician now. Where do you suppose you will find one? Do you know anything about the human kingdom?"

"Your whining isn’t coming up with solutions, Zane."

The vampire glared at him, "You are still as annoying as ever. Always doing things your own way, all by yourself."

Damon shrugged, "Whatever."

The old woman cleared her throat, they all turned to look at her and she visibly shrank.

"What?" Zane said he didn’t hide his irritation.

The woman shrank even more, "I know a physician. He is the only one in the area." Damon could visibly see her swell. "He is also my grandson-in-law. His wife brought your lunch. He is very good, the Lord even wants him to work in his castle but he doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Aristo..."

"Bring him to me!" Damon said, interrupting.

"Well," she said, looking away. "If you want to see him you have to..."

Damon closed the gap between them so fast the old lady didn’t have time to blink. She fell on her rear again, spilling her coins and the emerald all over the stairs.

She hurriedly tried to save them but Damon pulled the emerald out of her reach.

"That’s mine!" She cried and tried to reach for the emerald but immediately pulled back. She must have seen something in Damon’s eyes.

"Go bring him now and I might consider giving this to you back."

She nodded vigorously and stood to her feet. She picked up the lamp that didn’t go out even with her fall and fled from the room. The sound of the closed door echoed in the dark room.

"Are you sure you didn’t just scare her away? I thought you wanted to use the money approach. She was willing to speak if you pay."

Damon shrugged, his patience had run out and he was especially pissed about the letter. Enough with trying to be amicable, he was going to do things the best way he knew how to.

"What if she doesn’t come back?" Zane asked.

Damon glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

"What are you smirking about?"

Damon shrugged, "Nothing."

There was always the option of kidnapping. He remembered the young woman’s scent, to find her wouldn’t be difficult. He would bring a human physician to the Xanthus Estate, no matter the means he had to go through to get one.

...

Just before Dawn

"Sire!" Kieran yelled as he opened the door.

Jael was in poor shape. His clothes were torn and there were twigs in his hair. Kieran could smell blood and he looked down to see Jael with a bloodied hand.

He winced as he wondered what poor animal he had caught. He couldn’t smell the blood of a paler so he doubted Jael had run into any. He knew Jael was in no shape to fight off one. He would probably end up torn to pieces so Kieran was glad.

He walked toward Jael but the King held up his hand and Kieran immediately stopped in his tracks.

He cleared his throat, "Where have you been, Sire?" He asked with a cheery voice. "Danag even went to look for..."

"How is she?" He interrupted as he went past Kieran.

"Um," Kieran started to say as he bent his head. "I am afraid Sire, her condition hasn’t changed much. Also..." Kieran paused wondering if he should tell Jael.

"What?" Jael said and finally looked at Kieran. His blue eyes glowed. "Out with it!"

"It’s merely speculation. I don’t have anything concrete."

"I am listening," Jael said and took a step toward Kieran.

Kieran sighed, "She’s staying unconscious for longer. I am a little worried that it might..." Kieran paused and his eyes darted around as he looked for the word.

Jael frowned, "Are you saying she might not wake up?"

"I don’t know for sure but I am quite worried." Kieran looked away as he spoke.

Jael cursed and threw his head back letting out a loud growl. Kieran could only stare. Jael bent forward as the sound seized. Footsteps could be heard as servants rushed to see what was happening.

Jael stood to his full height and ran his hand through his hair. He ignored their greetings and headed to his room.

"Get a bath ready and warm food!" Kieran ordered as he watched Jael walk away. He hoped Damon would be able to make it back in time.