Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 68

Luca’s POV

I have not seen my family for years, and I do not care if I ever see them again, but I want them all dead and the walking corpses they created. I refused to turn anyone into a vampire until my psycho father made me do it one night to a few women. I know it is like a domino effect, and if I turn a few, they will turn a few. I hate being his monster. I blame my father for it and have been looking for a way to cure myself or break my bond with my father. I have prayed to the Sun God for forgiveness since the curse. I have hated my father since the day I can remember. I had wanted to kill him since I was a boy and since he was such a cruel man as a human. He has been getting worse since he turned into a vampire. He never felt anything for human life when he was human, but I know of his plans to turn humans into his slaves and use them like cattle to feed off. I can not allow it, and I need to do something to make him stop his plans.

“Duke, your sister and brother escaped your father, and they are with the werewolves now,” One of my spies says. I use gypsies and witches to help me keep track of my family. I always loved my brother and sister but was afraid they would become like him, and they did not, obviously, if they escaped him. I wanted to kill my whole family to kill most of the vampires and the bloodlines they created, but I am sure my brother and sister are not like the dead one whose name I will never speak.

“Good, if it means they do not want to be like my father. We will replace them and replace out their plans so we can help them,” I say.

“Here is also a gypsy girl that we have heard of. She can help you to break your bond with your father and make you walk in the daylight again,” My general says.

“Find her and bring her to me,” I say.

“We do not know if she will help you, and she does not like vampires and will not help any of them,” My general says.

“Bring her here, and I will talk to her,” I say. He nods as he walks out. I look outside through the dark window and want to feel the sun’s k**s on my skin again.

“A penny for your thoughts,” I heard my best friend’s voice from behind me.

“Valentino, where have you been?” I ask.

“Well, I have been helping the wolves, and I have a story to tell you,” Valentino, my hunter friend, says. He goes ahead and tells me all about the Kingdoms of the werewolves and what happened. They now only have one King and Queen, which is interesting. I never had beef with werewolves before.

“We moved the human camp far away from the new Kingdom and left it for a few weeks. I then sent a distress signal and watched as the humans arrived and looked for the werewolves, rogues, or dogmen that destroyed the camp. We kept the corpses of the humans in fridges and let them out before sending the distress signal. So, by the time the humans got there, the bodies looked kind of fresh, but I do not know if they bought it, but they do think the attack took place there as we made it look that way, with the help of some wolves,” Val ends his story.

“Hmm, the new King and Queen of the wolves are clever. I never thought wolves were that clever. Anyway, did you see my brother and sister with them by any chance?” I ask.

“Nope, they were not with the wolves when I left. Where is your father?” Val asks me.

“Not at his castle, that much I can tell you. I heard he went to the states. I am still watching his castle and will attack it in a few days, and I want to destroy it so he does not have a safe place to run to,” I say.

“That is a good idea, but you must ensure he does not know about it. So when he returns, you can surprise him. You do not have to kill the old bastard, and you can just lock him up forever until we can figure out how to get you and your siblings delinked from him, so you do not die when he does,” Val says.

“It will be hard to contain him as he can turn into a bat and fly away unless we lock him up in a place with no windows or doors,” I say. I hope they replace the gypsy girl fast. I hope she has the power to help me. I want to be free of my father to help other creatures in the world protect the innocent. I will help Val as I do not think my cold heart can ever love. I once had a girl when I was human, but she felt for my father’s charms, and when I got home one day, I found her in bed with my father. I never talked to her again until she died. She was one of his playthings, and he got tired of her and killed her as he did with the rest of his mistresses. My mother is as bad as he is and has many lovers. She did not care if they were younger or older than her. All she wanted was to have s*x with them and then hand them over to my father to kill when she was done with them. I hate those two creatures with all my heart and want them gone. The earth would be better off without them. If only the Sun God would listen to me, it feels like he is not even worried about what he has done and does not want to help me. I have prayed to him for so long, and still, he did not help me. I am starting to wonder if there is even something like gods.

“Yeah, but we can build a bunker where we can keep him and make the door out of white oak so he can not touch it,” Val says.

“That is true, but sooner or later, I will have to replace a way to break my bond with him and kill him,” I say.

“The gypsy girl is here, Duke. She almost killed us in our attempt to get her here, but we were lucky to have the witches with us, and they helped us,” My general says from the open door.

“She can not be that strong if witches can contain her,” I say.

“I wanted to meet you, Duke Luca, or else all your witches and men would be dead by now. I had to put up a fight so they did not suspect that I would love to kill you,” A woman’s voice says. I look at the gypsy woman walking into the room, and my cold heart beats faster. She is beautiful in her gypsy clothing, but why does she want to kill me? I never harmed anyone.

“Why do you want to kill me?” I ask.

“Because you are the son of Mikhail, and we hate him for what he did to our people,” She says.

“What if I tell you I want to kill him myself?” I ask. She looks a little stunned for a while before she laughs, and her laugh sounds like little bells. She is a true beauty.

“Wow, stop laughing, I am Valentino, the hunter, and I know Luca. He is true, and he wants to kill his father and needs your help to do it,” Val says. I guess he can feel her power like I can, and I know she can kill me if she wants to. She looks at Val and frowns.

“What is your name?” I ask.

“Cadilla, but what is a hunter doing with a vampire as a friend? I know your reputation, and you will never make friends with a vampire,” Cadilla says.

“As I said, you can trust Luca. He does not want to be a vampire and only turns a few people in his life as his father made him do it. He ran away from his family long ago and had been trying to break his bond with his father, so he could kill him without him and his siblings dying. He wants his mother to die as well and hates them. He blames them for the curse of the Sun God put on them, and he is not a killer. He only wants revenge on his parents,” Val explains to Cadilla.

“I see. If you trust him, do you think I can trust him? Will he not hurt my people?” Cadilla asks Val. They talk as if I am not even there.

“You can trust him,” Val says.

“I may help you, but then you have to help me with something,” Cadilla says.

“Name your price,” I say.

“I want you to help my town, which is terrorized by dogmen. We know they are not real werewolves, as we can feel it,” Cadilla says.

“Dogmen? Is it the same creatures you told me about with the chip in the brain the army put there?” I ask Val.

“That is them,” Val says.

“I will help you,” I say.

“Good, now, sit in your chair, as this may hurt,” Cadilla says. I sit in my chair and prepare myself for pain. If she wants to kill me, she can, and I know I will have to trust her. Val looks at me, then at Cadilla.

“Do not kill him. We need him in our fight against Mikhail and the dogmen,” Val says.

“Trust me, Valentino. I will not hurt someone that can help us,” Cadilla says.

“I trust you, Cadilla. I know gypsies. Some may think you are deceiving, but I know better. Your word is as good as a promise,” Val says.

“Thank you for trusting my people and me,” Cadilla says. Cadilla gets ready, takes some old-looking crystals, and places them on my arm, and I can feel the warmth of the crystals on my skin. She starts chanting. I feel my skin is on fire, and maybe gypsies are deceiving, and she is trying to kill me. I have to keep myself from screaming in pain. It lasts about twenty minutes until I can not handle the pain anymore. I scream out in pain, but she keeps chanting in a language I do not know. It must be an ancient language. I know most of the languages in this area but have never heard of this one.

What looks like a tattoo on my arm is a tattoo of the sun and the moon. I feel my heart becoming warm again, and my skin is warm and not as cold as always. I feel like my soul is returning to my body. Cadilla stops chanting and opens her eyes. Her eyes were closed the whole time.

“Wow, you are still alive. It is an ancient spell, and you can make daylight rings with it or a tattoo. If you were evil or had evil intentions, you would have been dead by now,” Cadilla says.

“Thank you for telling me now,” I say sarcastically.

“Hey, I had to know if you are evil or not, and evidently, you are not, so I know I can trust you,” Cadilla says.

“Well, what if I were evil but was still going to help you,” I ask.

“Evil creatures only help others if it benefits them, so then it would have been better if you died,” Cadilla says.

“I am glad you can trust me now and see I am not evil,” I say. I walk over to the mirror, and I do not know why, as I can never see my reflection. Surprisingly, I can see my face for the first time in decades. I feel human again, but I can still feel I have the powers of a vampire. I wonder if I still need to drink b***d, so I take the b***d bag from the fridge and drink it. Damn! I still need the bloody b***d!