Chapter 35 - A Hopeless Situation

When I awoke, I was entangled in navy blue silk sheets. I felt as happy as I could possibly be. The silk's softness on my naked skin was a source of ecstasy, as the sun briefly peeked out from behind the curtains. I sat up and yawned, extending my arms in a stretch. I leaped back and flinched. Damon was also bundled up in the sheets, snoring as if it were the most deepest sleep he had ever had.
My mind was flooded with the recollection of last night. I abruptly recognized that the mattress was on the floor and that the bed was entirely shattered. Damon's flawless nakedness caught my eye as I elevated the sheets. I blushed red when I saw that his dick was just as massive when it wasn't erect.
We had done it, we had finally had sex.
Damon appeared to be in a state of tranquility, as this was the first time he had slept for an extended period.
Oh my god, he came in me!

The realization's foreboding overtook me like a dreadful reality. I staggered out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. I attempted to urinate while seated on the toilet cubicle, with the intention of expelling as much of his sperm as possible.
The day I purchased the birth control, his timing was truly remarkable. I was unable to utilize it at all.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I peered down and observed that the toilet water was splattered with a red stream of blood.
It was impossible for me to be ovulating last night, as I was experiencing my period.
I breathed in relief.
Thank you, God!

I was certain that I would have woken Damon by the time I finished taking a shower.
I peered into the hazy mirror and employed my hands to clear it. The scene did not astonish me in the slightest. My entire body was adorned with bruises, from my head to my toes. I observed teeth marks on my breasts, between my thighs, and even on my ass cheeks, in addition to the bleeding in certain areas of my neck.
I encircled my body with the towel. I was unable to devise an outfit that would adequately address all of this. Bleedings, cuts or bruises that were as vivid as these could not be concealed by makeup.
Damon was still dozing when I entered the bedroom.

I was shicked tonsay at least. I wore a long-sleeved pajama set that concealed everything but my neck. I endeavored to his my neck by wearing my hair by down, and I proceeded downstairs to meet with Maria.
I needed to ask her if she had begun making the potion.

I followed the voice of a news reporter on television. Maria maintained a cup of coffee in the kitchen. She was gazing at the screen of the small television with her eyes wide open. When I entered, she granted me barely a glance. Her gaze briefly fixed on my neck before returning to the television.

"Is everything alright?" Despite my inquiry, I must have already known the answer.

"He did it," she exhaled. "He truly killed all of those people."
Her eyes were filled with tears. I followed her gaze to the screen, where images of communities that had been destroyed by fire were displayed.

"The mortal prison in New Brunswick, Canada, has been successfully eliminated by Northern Alpha, Damon Losten." Last night, 1500 people were gassed, which may indicate the termination of the vampires food supply in nearby territories.
The alpha must act promptly before they begin to travel to other villages to feed."

"Oh my God," I exclaimed, my heart plummeting. I experienced a level of disgust that I had never experienced before. I had slept with this man just hours ago. "He actually did it."

She murmured, blinking back tears, "He intends to gas another village in two days. There will be a significant number of casualties, even before we have the opportunity to take action."

I switched the television. I was unable to endure any additional images.

"It takes eight days for the potion to be finished, if you start today-, "

"I tried. The quantity of silver is insufficient.

"What?"

It is impossible.
"The earring you gave me isn't even half of how much silver is needed for the recipe."

I experienced a sense of hopelessness. This was our only opportunity. How could this be happening?
"What do we do now?"

"I will go to Akbur Hills in the afternoon, perhaps some of my friends know something."

The prospect of capturing a glimpse of my father was alluring. "I'll accompany you."

"Absolutely not."

I repeatedly begged, "Please!"

"You're just coming along to try to find Mason-"

"Yes, it would be nice to see him, but-"

"It is a bad idea. He is ill; therefore, he will be unable to handle seekng you."

"I won't say a word to him, he probably won't recognize me."

Maria briefly paused and pursed her lips.
"Fine."

"The sole issue is unfortunately, Evan cannot come."

"Why not?"

"Just for a little while, Damon cannot see us together, he caught us talking in the shed last night."

Maria abruptly disposed of her cup and rose from her seat. She stated, "You must learn to fake it with Damon before he kills you," as she angrily strode away. "You are not careful! Go get ready; we will be departing in an hour."