219 - The Host
Quickly, he raced to the Hall of Statues.
There was Gwen carrying Zezi over her shoulder. Darkness emitted from all the statues into Gwen.
By the Blood, his father had been in those too, all along!
Valerick rushed forward and Gwen turned to him with a smile before she vanished right at the second he got to her.
“No. NO!” His fangs elongated along with his claws, the dark webs racing fast across his skin. “LORD ROSIL!” It was a summon so terrifying and wall-shattering that she would hear it from anywhere she was.
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Zezi woke up with a start, the sound of a rushing river jarring her back to reality. She blinked and stood up, trying to figure out how she got here and what was going on.
There were tears everywhere, a running river some steps away, and the clouds were darkening as if preparing for the rain.
Memories flashed in her mind quickly.
She had been arguing with Nicholas when suddenly the other doctor had told them that Gwen had no bat. Zezi had been terrified, thinking that Gwen had lost her bat as a result of everything that had happened lately, but the doctor claimed she never even had a bat to begin to begin with.
That was when everything went wrong.
It was as if Gwen was possessed; she sprang up from the bed and, too quickly, she seized her and brought anyone who stood in her way to the ground. Nicholas had received the most attacks. He kept coming back, and she kept fighting him until he hit the ground and couldn’t stand up anymore. Zezi had tried to fight her but Gwen had done something to her, and she had slipped into unconscious.
Gwen.
Something was wrong with Gwen.
Zezi’s legs ached with labour, her stomach hurting.
She gritted her teeth in pain, fear clawing at her throat for different reasons. She was about to give birth, she was alone, and—
“You are awake.” Gwen stepped out from behind the bushes. “Finally. Ten minutes was way too much, I was starting to lose patience.”
Zezi elongated her fangs and claws as she took a defensive step back, while she readied herself for an attack.
“Who are you?! What have you done with Gwen?! Speak now, and I might spare you.”
“Spare me?” She asked in that strange voice. “A mere fur creature spare me? I am King of Lavida, you are nothing compared to me!”
Zezi could hear Valerick’s voice in her head at her moment, explaining the situation to her, telling her to stay away from Gwen if she could, and for her to describe anything she could see to him so he could figure out where she was.
This was Valerick’s father; he possessed Gwen through Zyon’s mind, and he had been residing in the hall of those statues.
The only reason she could hear his heartbeat was because of her relationship with Valerick. She got it now, there was never any bat to begin with, it was him coming to the surface.
But why did Valerick’s father have a heartbeat? He was a vampire, except if the magic that had kept him alive had changed some things about him. Made him more, or even less. Zezi couldn’t be so sure, but she was quick to give Valerick all the information about everything she could see, and also the fact that she had never been here before and couldn’t tell where this was.
‘Delay him as much as you can. I will be there soon.’ Valerick said in her mind, and that immediately comforted her.
He would be here soon, she wouldn’t be alone for much longer.
Zezi held her stomach, her face twisted with pain, her gaze fixed on Gwen, who stared at her like a predator. She was certainly still in there, trapped.
“I’ve seen you many times, from those stones.”
No wonder she always felt like they were watching her.
“You are disgusting!”
“Now, is that any way to talk to your father-in-law? Although I certainly do not approve of you as a daughter-in-law, not when you will serve better as a Volaky.”
“You wish.” Zezi scoffed through the pain.
“He was never a good son, so I found a good use for him. I can do the same for you.”
Suddenly the world went silent around Zezi, tears fogging her face as she began to comprehend what it really meant that Gwen was possessed.
Gwen had been the one to kill her mother. Not her exactly, but Valerick’s father in Gwen’s body. Gwen’s face was probably the last thing she saw before she died.
“You fucking bastard. You killed my mother.”
“Twice.”
Zezi stopped, stunned.
“It isn’t a lot, but isn’t it strange that it happened two times? I think it is fate.” He laughed, and the muffled rumbling of the thunder filled the air.
“I know who you are, Zezi. You have no idea how much I have seen from these stones, from the servant’s mind. The hell you put my weak son through, oh, how delicious.”
He closed up the distance between them in a flash. ”I know you are waiting for him, but he won’t get here on time. We are very far away from the castle, fur creature. It will be too late, for him, for you, and those miserable half-blood bats.”
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