Classic Novel
Chapter 28
Lucas’ POV
“Alexia!” I kept yelling but she had already fainted. Her eyes had become all misty and hazel as if she was in a trance. I had to yell her name at least a dozen times before she showed any reaction to her name and then she fainted. I had just enough time to grab her before she could fall.
Was this fulfilling the dark prophecy? Was she already having some kind of visions? I sighed, full of stress. This problem was going to be a hell of a ride.
I carried Alexia up to our room and laid her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable and warm but when I touched her forehead, it was ice cold. I instantly pulled away, flinching by her cold skin. She started to look pale and her lips looked chapped. Was this the vampire side of her that was appearing? No, I’m pretty sure she was pale before or maybe it was because she had just fainted. I shook my doubt-filled head but another voice entered.
Kill the Healer. Kill the Healer. My dad’s voice haunted inside of me.
Lucas’ Memory (sixteen years ago)
“Father? You look stressed. What’s wrong?” The little boy of four years knew so much. Grew up a little too fast but that’s what his father wanted. The father looked at his son proudly. His son was already able to pick up the most subtle, hidden emotion.
“Yes, Lucas, I am greatly stressed.” There was no need to fake in front of the child. He knew when something was up. He knew how to understand.
“What is it, father?” the young boy asked. He approached his dad who was seated on his mahogany desk. The young boy always looked up to his father in respect and awe because he was the Alpha and an important member of the Elders.
“Your generation is cursed by a grim prophecy, my boy.” The father buried his face with his mighty hands. The little boy wanted to hug his father but he knew soft emotions would have no impact, no use.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
“Don’t fret, father. What is this prophecy you speak of?” the young boy asked.
“Another Healer is born,” his father replied.
“That’s great news father!” the boy exclaimed but held confusion in his eyes.
“But son, the Healer will destroy the Council of Elders,” his father said grimly. “You are destined to become an Elder but there will be a change of plans. I cannot let you be killed by some Healer.”
“I will be an Elder just so I can destroy this Healer before it destroys us,” the young boy replied confidently. The father chuckled softly, proud of his boy for his bravery.
“I cannot stop you from becoming an Elder but if you ask for my wisdom, I advise you to blend in with society. Don’t join the Elders. Instead, look and observe from a distance and when you have found this cursed Healer, attack it and kill it. Show no mercy, son.” The father knew it was a heavy topic on his young boy. Who could ever do this to a boy of only four years of age? No. He needed this. It will only make him stronger, his father concluded.
“Of course, father. I will never fail you,” the son replied.
“Remember son and remember clearly. Kill the Healer.”
Lucas’ POV
I shook my head in disgust. Even though it was so many years ago, I still remembered it clear as day. Father had made me the mature little boy. It was because of that I didn’t have many friends. Parents adored my maturity but kids loathed how much attention I had drawn from the adults.
The memory of father’s instructions burned inside my head. I knew what I had to do but who knew that exact person would be my mate?
In frustration, I tore off my stupid suit and stripped down to my boxers and a light tank. What would father think if he saw me now? The person who he wanted to kill was sleeping in my bed but she was also the most important person in my life.
This love thing was too contradicting. Alexia showed me what this feeling of love was like and my father had always encouraged me about loving my mate but he also wanted to kill my mate, the Healer from the prophecy.
“Father, what now?” I whispered, distressed by my situation.
Kill the Healer. Kill the Healer.
I shook my head. I did not need another look of my past. This was the present and there will always be a future and I’m in charge of it. Not father.
“No father. I can’t do it. I love her too much.”