Page 53 of Eternal Obsession
“You’re talking madness. Did you have anything to do with this?” He pointed at the massacre.
“For God’s sake, you must listen to me!”
He nodded even as his eyes widened with disbelief.
I tried to calm my tone. “Do you remember when we witnessed Father and his men carry that woman from this room? Father held the title Master of the Stones. He led an ancient alliance. That woman whom they dragged into the dungeons was called Sunaria. She and Daumia had been lovers for centuries when Father killed her.”
“That was years ago. Daumia is our age.”
“Daumia is a vampire, as was Sunaria.”
Alex scurried backward away from me. “You have lost it.”
“I can prove it to you.”
On the floor beside the altar, I found Father’s blood-stained knife.
Alex cowered.
This was the only way of proving it to him, but more importantly, to myself. With shaking hands I rolled up my shirtsleeve and proceeded to cut into my left arm.
Alex’s sobs grew louder.
Together, we watched my wound seal itself with eerie ease, the flesh knitting together in a slow, shimmering pulse.
Time to face the truth.
My mind reeled.
“That is not possible,” he muttered.
“You’re next.”
“I believe you. I believe you.”
I threw the knife down.
“But I hate the dark,” Alex said.
“Now would be a good time to get over it.” I spat the words in anger, desperate to blame anyone but myself.
“I don’t understand.”
“The name Sunaria called out was Orpheus. Daumia is Orpheus. He sought revenge for the death of his lover.”
“And now you say we are . . .”
“He has transformed us both. I believe it is through the passing of his blood to us,” I said.
“Not possible.” Alex beheld my expression. “Oh, my God, what have I done? It was I who invited him.”
“He would have found some way to get to us.”
“No, Jadeon, I brought him here.”
“There is something more pressing. I need you to remember everything Orpheus ever said to you. Places he has traveled to, homes he may own.”
“No, I never want to see him again. I want nothing more to do with him.”
