Chapter 29

Fang Sanctuary

I was sitting silently at the corner as I was holding my head. Terrified. Completely shaken with the sudden turn of events.

Those memories I was uncertain were confirmed to be true yet, another trip of turn from this roller coaster situation popped up.

I was confused as hell. I saw everything through Valix's kiss. I saw everything. Those forgotten memories. But... w-what is happening right now?

My eyes landed at the book that I have got from an unnamed collecter. And, from there... I began to suspect everything that happen before.

That unnamed book collector who sold me one of his book collection. Who is he?

My knuckles fisted as I was flipping the pages, one by one; trying to get a certain clue of that book collector.

I was desperately flipping each pages with tears pooling down my cheeks. Those tear drops landed at the vintage color pages of the book, but I couldn't care about it now. I just need the whole big picture of what had happened.

Those they were giving were just some fragments, it was not the whole.

Those memories were just about me, and that person. Those are only memories of the people I am with. There were still missing pieces.

Those were just the fragments. Now, I know why everything were just so fuzzy, even if I was regaining those lost memories. Because, I am not fulfilling the duty that only 'me' could do.

To regain the memory of myself.

I lost her. The real Queen seem to have slipped without me noticing. The ecstatic feeling of having a great power hyped me up, and I forgot how to put my feet on the ground.

I sat down at a chair with nothing but hopelessness inside my head. I couldn't find any trace of that man.

I was trying, and doing all the best that I could do to make myself remember of what had happen yet, I always fail. Will this be the misery I had to experience or to live with?

Days had passed, I become more and more desperate to regain those memories. I was sleep deprived. I flew back home few days afterwards the incident occured. My mind was so haywired. It was just too complicated, too complex, and seeing them will just make everything inside my head crumble in chaos, and will just get confused of all of the sudden because of those gushing memories.

Days felt passing like an hour as I locked myself inside my room. I felt everything that I have done through the years after getting kicked out from the school were slowly collapsing, one by one. My thoughts wouldn't just stop at one end, it completely get off the box and began to linger around, making me feel uneasy and dumbfounded.

Atty. had knocked behind my doors few days after he heard I landed home, unexpectedly. He would knock and talk behind that thick wooden door but he seemed to be aware of my being. He didn't dare to open the door. Maids do by his command. He had order them to bring and watch me eat the food, and relayed the message that I have to eat it or else he'll drag me out of this room.

Night passed, and even the beautiful spring had passed by me; and I wasn't even able to witness it. I sticked my nose at gaining those memories. There was always the urge to. Like, there were a timeline for me, and by that; I need to learn everything. Like, I was getting chase of something, probably ... death?

I watched the leaves falls off, and watch the trees getting undress, and watch some other species sprout as the autumn approaches.

I shut down the window and closed the curtain. A year had passed and no one heared anything from me. I chooses to cut them off... again.

I inhaled a large amount of air as I tip toed and reach for the book that I stacked up the shelf. My hands were touching it already, and I didn't notice that I was supporting my weight with the shelves that was just standing there. Unfortunately for me, the shelf went down, causing it drop the books at me.

My breathing ragged as I was lying at the floor, close to being unconscious. I can't scream for help as I was feeling my throught drought. My visions became blurry, as well.

I was trying to keep calm when my heart beat suddenly fasten its pace.

'No man could hold you, rather than me. It was me. It supposed to be me. It should be me!' A voice of a man hovered at my ears, as my eyes were getting more blurry and sleepy. I felt slowly getting drown by the darkness yet my consciousness were awake. I was certain of it. I could hear voices of a woman's sob, and a man's rage. I could sense it.

'I am not your prisoner, nor a slave. I am not a thing that you should and must possess for your own satusfaction. I am not her. I am not that woman.' The woman whispered as she responded. She had gone weak. A scenery had flashed right at my eyes. Bloods. A woman was tied at the chair. Her faces were full of bruises. Her elegant and fansy dress were torn or ripped. She was barefoot as those feet were bleeding with thorn plunking in it.

The man angrily gazed her as he marched towards her and gripped at her her, so tightly that I could hear her scalps being torn. She grimaced in so much pain, as she squeezed her eyes tightly.

'It was then me, Shivana. I was the number one at your not beating heart. It was me. I was the first. It should be me.' The man whispered as he was holding her jaws, almost crushing it like chestnuts. She tried flinching, but she couldn't fight his strength.

Those black and stormy orbs. Those full of fury gazes. Those apparatus. That chamber. That hand. That woman.

'You are right. You were the first, but none of you were in the competition. You were right, It supposed to be you, but the fate disagree. You gone wrong when you told me, it should be you. No. It will never be you. And... will and shouldn't be you! ... And yes; you were right. You 'were' the number one of this lifeless heart. It 'was' you. ...Was.' She responded with a cold tone.

And with that, he laughed. A laughter filled with bitteness, pain, anger, disappointment, and rage.

He let go of her and turned his back. He went towards those things at his table amd got a black liquid from those colorful liquids.

He looked at her, his eyes were tearing as he looked at her with mixed emotions, upon hoveringit with rage. He smile painfully at her.

'It is not easy letting you go, but I told you... none of them will be able to hold you.' He replied and in an instant, he disappeared... leaving a dark smoke.

He.

That guy was the Evil Blooded Vampire's Descendant.

He...

was the book collector!

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