209 - Who Exactly Is To Blame?
There was nothing to be happy about the next morning.
Delice had been interrogated about the incident.
“I didn't go down the stairs with them. I felt ill,” she had said, looking right ahead of her with a blank stare. “I have been unwell ever since the mark. So I told the Queen’s mother and Gwen that I would have to depart from them to see Doctor Nicholas. I don't know what happened in the Hall of Statues because I wasn't there, your Majesty.” She had told the King, trying to fight the trembling feeling coursing through her. “I only left for a minute, she can't be dead. Ka'ik wouldn't do that, not even George, she was like his mother. She can't be dead just like that. It is impossible.”
Delice’s words weren't the only evidence of her absence in the Hall of Statues, there were some guards who had stood as her alibi to testify that they had seen her in another part of the castle around that time. Also, a nurse working with Nicholas said the same thing. Besides that, there was no trace of her scent or blood in the Hall of Statues.
So, that was settled then.
She wasn't there.
The incident was as clear as daylight. As Zezi had said, George had killed her mother. However, Valerick sought proof, and one of the reasons for that was because George claimed that he had nothing to do with it.
“You Bloodsucking Bastard!” He had banged against the bars of the dungeon he was locked in. Growling, huffing, and panting. “She was my mother. I would never do this to her. I WOULD NEVER DO THIS TO ZEZI!” He had paced around, balling and releasing his fists at either side. The eerie blue had vanished from his eyes and it seemed that for once in a very long time, he and his wolf existed in sync; one eye was red and the other brown. When he spoke, it sounded more like a growl than just his voice.
“You did this to me!” He reached out through the bars with his hands, the chains around his wrists clanking as he grabbed Valerick’s shirt in his fists and clawed into his skin.
The sound of silver swords being drawn at that forbidden contact filled the air immediately, but Valerick held up his hand, and the guards halted.
There he stood, unfazed by George's threat, like it was nothing to him but a child throwing a useless tantrum.
“You did this to me,” His words filled with hatred, dripping with bitterness. “YOU RUINED MY LIFE!” His voice dropped to a whisper, grinding through bared canines. “You took everything away from me and made me the monster that I am. You—”
“Silence.” It was an order, a command melted out in a certain word that would usually have no effect of gravity but fear on someone like George. But this was different. It felt like the word had knocked out every other thing he had to say away from his throat, like a string had been tied around it. It spoke to his very being, like his soul was made to obey the words of this creature before him; like he was his Alpha.
George's eyes widened.
No.
That couldn't be.
The Process had worked with him?
But… he could still feel his wolf….
No.
He tried to speak again, but he failed; his body betraying him. It was as if he couldn't simply disobey.
But that wasn't the only strange thing that had happened to him at that moment. He could feel that strangeness sip back into him, then his vision was tinted with a little blue.
“There were two servants found in the Hall, dead and blood completely drained from them. You did that.”
George frowned.
What a lie! He didn't—
Images flashed in his mind and he remembered.
He did that.
He killed them.
His hands slipped away from Valerick and he staggered back.
“What have you done to me? What am I?”
“A turned Hybrid. Strange. It has never happened before.”
“An abnormality. You have made me a monster like you.”
“You killed her too,” Valerick continued, ignoring George’s words, “because you wanted her blood—”
“I would never!”
“That should be said by vampires who can remember their actions. You killed three servants and not two.”
George staggered back again, as he pulled his hands over his head frantically, huffing and puffing. “I am not— no! I’m not a Bloodsucker! I FEEL MY WOLF!” He growled. “You can't lie to me! You fucki—”
“You have more blood on your hands than you think.” The calmness of Valerick's words was a sharp contrast to George's yelling. “You planned yourself a buffet. Gwen can't remember anything because you used your little magic on her.” He said in reference to George's uncertain ability to make others forget things. “After your third servant, you decided to have a different taste of blood from your own daughter. The Blood ties driving you insane.” There was a strange, silent rage in Valerick’s voice. His words reminded him of his own face.
It felt like he was looking at him right now.
“No—” George had his head between his hands as she slipped to the floor, his back against the wall. “No, I’m a good father, I would never— no,” he said through trembling lips; his words were mere whispers.
“But her grandmother was an obstacle, so you ripped her apart and tossed her aside like dirt. You killed the one you called your mother. You did that!”
“No!”
“But I got there before you could feed on your own daughter—”
He jumped to his feet, rushing to the bars and banging his fists against them in a flash.
“YOU ARE NO SAVIOR!”
Valerick didn't flinch. “I know monsters like you.”
“Of course,” George laughed dryly, the sound filled with pain. “You created this monster! If you really think about it, this is all your fault. If you had just stayed in your little cave and allowed us to live our peaceful lives, many wouldn't have died. You are the one to be blamed.”
Valerick’s eyes remained cold, his face unmoved but that word hit him deeper than he could ever anticipate.
“You shall stand a fair trial and be executed at Sunset. And since you are now a Bloodsucker, you will have to die like one.”
George stepped back once again, looking around helplessly before he looked back at the King.
“I want to see Zezi,” he begged, his gaze fixed on the King who was on his way out.
“I’m certain my mate wants nothing to do with her mother's murderer,” Valerick said over his shoulder, then he left.
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