Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 34

– Is there a problem? – asks Mari, looking at Margareth at her door.

– Not exactly… I was remembering the past.

– Good memories, I hope,” she says and goes back to combing her black hair.

– You’re really soft. I can’t say you’re the same Mari as before – Margaret enters Mari’s room and sits on the bed.

– What do you mean by that? – Mari sits down too.

– You used to be feared, the terror of the supernatural. In your eyes the hatred and contempt for them was evident. You were a cold and calculating person? How did you become like that? I admired you so much that I wanted to be like you, but… Ever since Occisor came here… you’ve… It hasn’t been you.

Mari sighs, remembers who she once was in the not too distant past, remembers all the hatred she nurtured in her brain, remembers the son who was taken from her and who hates her more than anything. But now, with the family she has built, with the scene she saw when she adopted Occisor, all her hatred has turned to sadness and regret. Her view of the relationship between beings has changed, before both she and Margareth wanted an end to everything, today, after a conversation she had with Occisor about everyone living in peace, she began to imagine what that would be like, and now she longs for it.

– As the years go by, new experiences come, and with them come improvements.

– I don’t think you’re better, you’re weak!

– No, Margaret. Now I see things as they really are.

– And how are they? I can’t understand.

– I suffered so much in the past, suffered things I never told anyone. Hatred blinded me and made my name feared. The races hate each other. What has caused all this? Just as humanity is the weakest race, it is also the meanest. Today I see that the human race does not fight for freedom…. It fights for superiority. It wants to have control over everyone else.

– As everyone else tramples on it, the werewolves turn it into slaves and food. Vampires turn her into a surrogate womb and a whore. Witches use virgins in disgusting rituals.

– Months ago the witches stopped. After the first princess began to lead the species, there were no rituals and no more wars. And they won’t do it again.

– How can you say that?

– The first princess, Angèle, contacted me six months ago. She wants peace.

– Who’s to say she’s not lying?

– Just look at the number of survivors. The commoners of that species don’t have that much power, nor can they be considered witches, most of them are more like wizards.

– Like vampires?

– Yes, like you and me. We are not purebloods, we don’t have as much power as vampires. Angele no longer wants to see the death of her people, she has tried to create an alliance with the other races, but so far without success.

– I don’t trust them, they want an alliance now, because they are on the verge of extinction, but what will happen when they become numerous again? They will attack us again. And I don’t trust werewolves or vampires. Not to mention Corde and his son.

Mari closes her eyes tightly when she hears about Corde. Corde is the first vampire and son of Hades. Pure-blooded vampires can live up to five millennia, vampires up to two millennia. Like the life course, the powers between the three classes are also like this. Mari is of the lowest class, but like Occisor she has become the terror of her race. Using weapons made by expert humans to kill vampires.

– Mari… I don’t trust any lycanthrope, with the sole exception of Occisor, but now that Sasha is here, I’m losing my trust in him too.

– You’re blinded.

– No! It is you who are blind. Can’t you see it’s a mistake to leave her here. She doesn’t want to kill, she’s sure to make Occisor’s head stop too.

Mari sighs, she herself has tried to convince Occisor to stop, but as with Margaret, her words had no effect, but she was very glad that Occisor didn’t kill her partner and that’s a big step.

– I had a son,” Mari speaks suddenly, catching Margaret by surprise.

– Born of you?

– Yes…

– What’s happened to him?

– He’s, uh… He’s out of my league.

– What do you mean he’s out of your league? Is he, uh… He died? – he asks, feeling sad to see the sadness in Mari’s eyes.

– No… When they sold me to a vampire, it was Corde Dracula. The first vampire, the son of Hades on earth – a small smile of denial adorns Mari’s face – It only took me one night to get pregnant, and only a week for the baby to be born. Corde liked my body and that’s why he wouldn’t allow my death, so he turned me into a vampire. I couldn’t be with my child for another minute after a week. Dracula used me for two long years, made me say horrible things to my son, but then…. I managed to escape… I was told that he travelled with our son…. I managed to disguise myself and at dawn I escaped from his castle. I went to the mountains, found humans there and told my story. They taught me everything I know about fighting and weapons, I became an ally of the church and since then I have been feared.

– I… I didn’t know that part of your life. Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a legitimate son?

– He hates me, I tried to contact him -Mari sighs tiredly- He hates me and swore to kill me… That was over a millennium ago. Today he can do it, back then he was very young and didn’t control his powers.

– Like vampires?

– Yes, like you and me. We’re not pure b***d, we don’t prune as much as vampires. Angèla no longer wants to be the fourth of her people, she has tried to create an alliance with the other races, but so far without success.

– I don’t trust them, they will want an alliance now, because they will be on the brink of extinction, but what will happen when they become numb? They will attack us again. And I don’t trust werewolves or vampires. Not to mention Corda and her son.

Mari blinks her eyes hard when she hears about Corda. Corda as the first vampire son of the Fairies. Vampires of pure b***d can live up to five millennia, vampires up to two millennia. As well as in the course of life, so are the podaras among the other classes. Mari is the lowest class, but just like Occisor, she has become part of the horror of her race. The use of axe weapons by axed humans to kill vampires.

– Mari… I don’t trust any lycanthrope, with the only exception of Occisor, but now that Sasha is here, I’m also forfeiting my trust in him.

– You’re f****d up.

– No! You’re the ones who are shitting yourselves. You’re not going to kill her here. No quiara matar, saguro qua haca qua la cabaza da Occisor sa para también.

Mari sighs, she herself has tried to convince Occisor that he is dead, but as with Margarat, her words had no effect, but she was very glad that Occisor did not kill his companion and that is already a big step.

– He had a son,” speaks Mari da rapanta, taking Margarat by surprise.

– Born to you?

– Yes…

– What happened to her?

– He is, ah… He’s out of my reach.

– What would you like to say? Is he… Did he die? – he asks feeling sad as he sees the sadness in Mari’s eyes.

– No… When I was cursed by a vampire, it was Corda Dracula. The first vampire, the son of the fairy on the tiarra – a small smile of naivety adorns Mari’s face – It only took me one night to become pregnant, and only one week for the baby to be born. Corda liked my body and so she didn’t give me my fourth, so she turned me into a vampire. I couldn’t stay with my son for another minute after one week. Dracula used me for two long years, he made me say horrible things to my son, but then…. But I managed to get away… They told me that she travelled with our son… I managed to disguise myself and at dawn I climbed up from his castle. I went to the mountains, found humans there and told my story. They wanted to know everything I know about fighting and weapons, I became an ally of the church, and now I have been killed.

– I… I didn’t know that part of your life. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you had a legitimate son?

– He hates me, I tried to contact him -Mari sighs tiredly- He hates me and he swore to kill me… That was more than a thousand years ago. Today he was able to do it, he was very young and he didn’t control his pruning.

– I… I will not allow it! That he dares to come near you. I don’t care if he’s your son. I will not allow him to kill my… mother – Margaret whispers the last word.

– You and Occisor are my sons, I love you all.

Although Margaret loves Mari and Occisor, her traumas do not allow her to forgive the races. She doesn’t care about the consequences, she just wants to exterminate these races from the earth. It doesn’t matter if they are wolves, witches, warlocks, vampires or any other hybrid species. To her they are all cruel and the salvation of the world is their death.

Margareth undoes the embrace and kissing Mari’s forehead leaves the older woman’s room and heads for her room.

In the next room, Sasha and Occisor lie looking at each other and caressing each other. A smile plays on Sasha’s lips.

– What is it? – Occisor asks, looking at her in confusion, but smiling too.

– I’m imagining what a child of ours would look like.

Occisor’s smile fades and Sasha is confused.

– We won’t have children.

– Why not? – he sits down on the bed.

– I don’t want to.

– Don’t you think I’m good enough to carry your seed in my womb?

– Don’t talk nonsense, you’re mine for the taking.

– Then why not?

– I don’t want to have offspring… I don’t want to prolong this species.

– You don’t want to build a family with me…

– We’re already a family. Me, you, Mari and Margaret. We don’t need anyone else.

– But I… I…

– No, Sasha! – she speaks rudely so as not to argue any more.

Sasha doesn’t say anything else, she just lies on her back and closes her eyes tightly, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes. Occisor didn’t like to feel her sad, but she doesn’t want children and she won’t have any.

He reaches up to stroke Sasha’s arm, but she pulls away from his touch. This angers him, but he says nothing. She also lies on her back.

“He’ll get over it” – he thinks and closes his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.