Chapter 14 VANISH

NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW

“da-da” the young lady repeated, she chuckled as she playfully grabs the necklace she’s wearing. Lawrence watched in awe, the rage he felt towards the royals momentarily left him, making himself open unknowingly.

A subtle sound of a sonic boom flew past his ears, shooting the trunk of the tree behind him. His eyes widened and his tranquility was brought to a halt, he eyed the kid again. He clenched his jaw as he realized that his weak mind has been boggled with the mere thought of her. He was reminded of the reason why he’s furious, Emily, the Royal family of Bridgeton and this young heir that chuckles before him is the reason of their end. “If I were to die here the I ‘ll take you with me” he said at the back of his head but before he could act, two alloy lead came piercing his arm making him drop the kid from heights comparable to a seven-storey building. His eyes widened, seeing the toddler slowly descending to the hard pile of gravel under the sequoia tree he’s standing atop of.

His life flashed before his eyes but a glimmer of relief perceived him when the man who shot him came running at full speed to catch her. The ample time for him to decide whether to flee or take the kid back made him halt in a dilemma. He was about to descend when he felt a rush of excruciating pain numbing his arm, in this state he’s closer to losing. He eyed the man for the last time, but before he could pull the trigger, Lawrence vanished into thin air.

The darkness of the night enveloped the woods, the croaking of several creatures in the forest ringed his ears as he felt his presence completely dissipate. He lost him once again, several marching footsteps came running in his direction. He eyed back and there they were, the squad who was sent to run after him.

One of them came forward with a horrified look. He eyed the kid he was holding for dear life. “is that…”

Gerald held the kid firmly, showing her face to his mates “it’s the queen…” he said in precision, no signs of doubt can be felt with his words.

“Where’s the vampire?!” A loud and asserting voice ringed their ears as the leader came rushing forward with furious eyes “what are you doing all piled up in one spot?! you should be running after him!” he yelled, Gerald had his back turned against him. He heaved as he faced his older brother slowly.

“Lawson…it’s the heir to the throne” he said calmly, Lawson stepped even closer to look at her face.

The jade eyes that shines brightly, the porcelain skin and the glow you’d see only on those with royal blood was evident, one look and he was certain. But for a man like him, he'd no interest.

“leave it” he said before turning his back. Gerald bravely called him out “are you out of your mind?”

Lawson turned to face him, his usual fascistic style of leading the team showed “I’ve no interest of helping the parliament who overthrown the Reeves from leading the third region. We came here for Lawrence Vatcherun, Gerald” he stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar “you’re a vampire hunter, not a politician” he lets go of him aggressively, making him stumble in defeat.

“follow his trails, he’s weak so it’ll be easier. Move!” Lawson commanded, and his men began their task, leaving Gerald alone with the heir. His brows furrowed in bane. He cannot fathom the idea of leaving a kid all alone, be it, with royal blood or not, it would be utterly diabolical to dump her helplessly. He knew that it’s not the business of the Reeves to rescue the heir since they’re not tasked by the Government of Bridgeton, they are merely doing this because it’s the pact that came with their blood but abandoning her would be wrong as much as its unnecessary.

He stared at the kid who smiled before him, “Lady Coreen…I apologize for the ill nature of my brother” he said, turning around from the direction in which his peers came. He ran and ran, and ran away until the sun has risen. He knew that his brother would be furious that he abandoned his post, but all he could think of was the safety of the young lady.

That morning, a severe thunderstorm coated the region of Albion. The murky water flooded the streets making it hard to pass, the thick fog coated his eyes making it harder to see. The darkness of the greyish sky peeked upon the horizon, but the weather was the least of his worries. The welfare of the child is what’s important, he squints his eyes as he ran down the line and there, he saw it, the roof of the orphanage can be seen from the distance. He knew that they’d be able to help him get her back to Bridgeton with no worries since the diplomatic ties between Bridgeton and Albion is at a deep heated stake, it’ll probably cause problems getting her beyond the border without giving something viable in return.

He got to the gate but before he could taken step, Lawson appeared, piercing his eyes at the kid and blocking him from stepping up the stairs and ringing the bell.

“Lawson…” he murmured in shock as he holds the noble tightly. “You’re far deep in your hatred Lawson, I know they did our family dirty but that doesn’t mean we should leave such important person behind” he uttered with fuming eyes, showing his true emotions.

“Gerald…you fail to understand where I’m coming from. I’m very disappointed in you” he said as he stepped closer “hand me the child and I’ll let the both of you live” he pointed a gun at him, it was magnum and one bullet is enough to blast him out for good.

Gerald grits his teeth “No!-“ but was interrupted when all of his comrades appeared, emerging from the fog and also pointing their guns at him.

“Let the kid live in poverty, I do not care about the Royal Family. All I want is to make them suffer by turning the country back in a democratic state. Let’s just make them suffer for a while, they’ll find her eventually,” he said as he took the child away from him. Gerald couldn’t protest. He froze at that spot looking at his brother like the weak man that he is.

Lawson stepped away, inching from him and placing the kid on top of the stairs where the stifling raindrops cannot reach. And just like that, Agatha was left alone to be discovered by the nuns working inside.

Five years, she stayed there for five years and by the time she turned six, a man named Louis came for her. Acting nicely, he was able to adopt three kids of the same age, bringing them to Irvine and selling the green-eyed kid as a gift for the daughter of Lord Castledow. Not knowing her true identity, Louis made bucks out of the kids porcelain beauty.

Agatha held her navel, she massaged it lightly with closed eyes as she feels the aftermath of his doing. She just finished cleaning the mess he made upon getting her to wake up but in no way was she applauded for that. She sighed, a sigh of relief that she was still alive, but a boggling thought never left her mind. What he did last night was sadistic, downright wicked, but she cannot stop herself from thinking, what if he did it in a way she can enjoy. He did it for countless hours, pounding her til' she can't move no more.

She shook her head at that thought “by no means will I ever be interested in engaging such an act with him again” she said with a frown, limping her way to grab the basket of drenched linen.

“and who do you mean by him?” She paused in fear upon hearing his voice. She turned around and there he was at the door, looking at her with intense flippancy.