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I guess we will find out, won’t we?

Tegan.

Three nights had gone by, which meant three days passed while I remained in the confines of my cell. Neither my father nor anyone visited me throughout the days nor did I expect any to, for my brutality and appetite soared through the kingdom. The silver chains around my wrist and neck burned me like that of blazing flame, as each attempt I made to shift or move only increased my pain and the redness around them, and still yet I was not ready to call out my father and plead for mercy, and I was never going to.

One would assume my actions to be stubbornness or pride, yet, it was far from so, as what laid in my heart was nothing but pain and regret. Pain that I had no control over my body and regret for having disrespected my father by challenging him. The reason for my recent outrage was something I couldn’t quite figure out, for the situation was something I never involved myself in, yet I couldn’t stay still upon seeing that woman whom barged into my the cave where I found solace in, and even when she left, her scent filled my nose drastically. I fought hard to not have allowed the beast in me take full control, but the emotion that fueled through me that night was different. Different than the rest, and even if I had suppressed my recent attacks from being controlled by my beast, that night I lashed out in the worst manner.

My beast knows neither knows no bounds, respect nor emotion, as the worst of it all is that my memories are as vivid as possible with each of my killings. I remembered all of my victims, the way they ran on their heels, their screams which rang deep in my ears, as I tore them apart, the taste of their blood on my lips. Each and everything remained vivid in my eyes, and still yet it did not compare to the fear I saw in her eyes that day, for never have I been one who cared about being judged, yet I did. Which is why father was able to chain me at his will, for if it had been on a day where my heart cared the least, I may have torn my father apart alongside the other human.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the beast of Genevia.” My gaze rose up, as I locked with that of Lysander who had a smirk on his lips. “Oww, I guess it must hurt a lot being the one tied down like an animal now.” Lysander added, as my jaw began to clench at his words. “I hear the King has not visited you. He must be very disappointed in his son.” Lysander chuckles in mockery. “After all, he did make the rules.” He added while my gaze hardened at him.

“I’m not surprised your guts of bravery only come when I am in chains.” I responded to Lysander.

“Oh Tegan, don’t be full of yourself. You have no idea what I can do to you.” Lysander spoke as his words came threatening with truth, which made my eyes furrow at him. “Ever heard of the saying, that the patient dog eats the fattest bone?” Lysander questioned me with his previous solemn gaze turned into a devilish smirk, before he chuckled out. “What I am perplexed about and would like to find out, is if indeed the king will keep to his words and behead his own son, after all you have broken his rule.” My gaze went solemn and hard at Lysander’s words, for if anyone should be glad about my predicament, it would be him.

“I guess we will find out, won’t we?“ Lysander would presume I did have an hidden agenda with my response to him along with my smirk, but otherwise was the case, for whatever father decided, I had come to terms with it. “One more thing Lysander,” My eyes never faltered from his. “Do not dare come my way even by mistake, if I do get out of my confines, for I promise you, I will dismiss any trace of our bloodline and take your head off that body of yours after sucking you dry.” I warned the man in front of me whom is supposed to be my nephew, as my words did come with truth.

I was ready to end Lysander’s life.

Lysander’s gaze on mine stayed fixed, as he neither moved nor say a word, rather stares at me vividly with pretense to fake bravery, yet, I saw the fear in his eyes clearly. Lysander didn’t utter another word, as he passed me one last glare before leaving my presence, while a painful exhale of exhaustion escapes my lips from the stretching which I performed, and caused the steel to have left more marks against my skin.

In truth Lysander’s words rang through my ears, as I also battled to know if father would indeed behead me, for even if he did, never would a blame go to his side for I would not regret his actions having lived like this for a hundred decade, asides my initial age. I was never born a beast, neither was my heart as cruel as this and the story that followed to how I became what I am today is one of perplexity even for me. As my head became bowed, with my body rested on my knees, along with my arms spread out like one to be crucified, so did I hear the footsteps of a particular vampire.

My gaze rose, as I came face to face to meet with my father who stared at me with a blank expression I could not read. “Tegan,” My father called.

“My king.” My response came with the respect I had for him, while he went silent for some seconds.

“Never for once have I had a reason to distrust you and never for one have you disrespected me.” Father began. “Till today I am still in doubt of the decision I took a hundred years ago, for I ask myself what would have been the better choice. Was it to save you or let you die that day?” He added, whereas I only watched and listened to him speak. “Every other day I was grateful and proud that I made that decision to save you, but that night where you looked me in the eye and challenged me made me realize that I may have made a mistake with my decision.” My gaze shifted away from my father, as his words began to cut my soul deep.

“I laid on my bed as sleep refused to come the night I saw your eyes turn black red, and I wondered, ‘what would have happened if I could no longer tame you?’ That particular question kept ringing in my head. What if your beast had not seen me as it’s king, which it didn’t and challenged me, what if it was worse and you slaughtered your own family in blindness of your appetite?” Father continued, as my gaze dared not rose to meet his with the silent tear that drop down my eyes in pain.

“In the view of the other clans, we are known as beasts whose hunger cannot be matched, but that night Tegan, your hunger ran deep inside your veins and you were no longer a vampire.” Father spoke, while I shut my eyes at the growing pain that stabs my heart. “I admit that this may have been my fault, for I have been nonchalant towards you because of my fondness and trust in you, yet, I am the king Tegan. I, your father is the king, and I can not watch my son be the cause and death of my kingdom.” My gaze moved to stare at father, as his hand beat his chest with the words he uttered.

“If you need someone to blame, do blame me your father, for I refused to loose a son hundred years ago, only to begin to loose him now after it became much harder.” Father said, as he passed me a weak smile, but I neither returned it nor spoke, but stared hopelessly. “Whenever I see you, I see myself. I see a strong fine man who would have been the best to rule after me, which made it quite harder to let you go.” Our gaze locked, as I watched father’s gaze which turned emotional to become blank once again.

“Listen to me Tegan, I can not and will not allow my selfish interest to destroy the lives of my people, which Is why this is my decision.” I remained my gaze on father, as my own also went blank in readiness of whatever my father had decided. “I will let you live, but under one condition, which is, the day your beast takes over you again, is the day I will personally take your head for it, and forget that you bear the name Michealson.”

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