Fifty-two

At the end of this second month I'm trying to get used to the idea that I'll never see him again, that the only thing I'll have from him now is the blood his nephew brings. I'm not even able to remember his perfume, to remember that delicious essence even far away.

"Benjamin is ceasing to live inside my memory..."

"Come in, Greta!" - I say unlocking the door.

Barefoot and in sweats, I return to bed with a messy bun on my head.

— God... -he commented, seeing the mess in the room.

- Do not say anything! - I stretch my arm thrown in the middle of the blanket, without even lifting the rest of my body, or my head. -What did you bring there? -my voice comes out all muffled because my face is buried in the duvet.

"Some toast, yogurt, and grapes!"

I snort an echoing sound of disgust.

— You need to eat, you can't live on blood alone! - she warned.

To my surprise, Greta already knew what I was for a long time.

"Remember the gratitude story?"

The friendship between Greta and Benjamin was always very suspicious, but three months ago that night, on the worst night of my life when the Greek God left me, Piter told me that she always served Benjamin for the affection and recognition of having saved her only daughter of death.

"Guess who the daughter is..."

Julie.

That's right, so kind and caring Julie.

"By the way, I was very sad that she didn't contact me about that, but then I understood that it wasn't worth losing her friendship because of her secret."

Julie and Greta weren't close, I found it strange, but then I understood that they both had opposing opinions about the maid's old age. Julie wanted immortality for her mother and Greta being a proud lady wanted to be able to rest, finding peace.

"Julie called today?"

"No, I'm sorry..."

The more I asked Julie about Benjamin, the more she withdrew from me. Today I no longer ask about him, but I also don't get as many calls from her as I used to.

"I don't want to eat, I don't want this." I can smell it from here! - I refuse with disgust.

"But if it were Mr. Bennet's blood, you would take it, wouldn't you?" -She's ironic.

— "The lady" - I point out irritated by her addressing me formally. -Can you take this away, please! - I say staring at the food with an urge to vomit.

"Are you still vomiting?" she asked, noticing my discomfort.

- Sometimes yes sometimes no. It depends on the food you bring me!

"Is this some cue for me to bring more blood?"

I think about his words trying not to look weird in my next actions.

- Yes Yes Yes Yes! - I vibrate with desire grabbing her shoulders. -Please!

— You have an amount to fulfill per day, my Rain - -she stops herself. - Mila, I mean. - she corrected. -I don't think it's normal for you to consume twice as much blood every day as recommended.

"It would be normal if I were dead and not in the body of an animal that feeds on others!"

"Whether it's right or not I just want to drink some more!" -I say. - Please, Greta! - I try to convince her. -I spend the whole day here, quiet, there's no risk of me going out there killing like you say, just because I eat well and live with a charged battery as they say.

“I don't think you'd be capable of killing a person on purpose, but you'll also agree that your temperament has changed quite a bit since you started feeding on Mr. Bennet's blood.

When I feed on Benjamin my attitudes become impulsive and violent. It's the same with vampires when they drink fresh blood straight from the source. Already from refrigerated bags it seems that the taste and nutrients do not make us so strong. They even cooled his blood just so that I wouldn't gain so much strength, but for some reason even though his was cold, I still managed to reach the peak of my power.

"Why does this happen to me, only me?"

I know I'm different, everything is very strange when it comes to me. Sometimes I think it might be Falkor's blood mixed with Benjamin's, since I feed on both.

Falkor still insisted that I drink his blood, every time I went to the cave he was already waiting for me. That didn't make me quenched, but he still insisted snorting at me.

"Is it Benjamin's blood, or Falkor's blood that makes me powerful?"

“I don't disagree with Greta, but I never hurt anyone after that!

- Certainty? she insisted, arching her eyebrow at me.

Okay, I lied.

"He touched me!" - I explain. -You can't take that into account when I only protected myself!

"He said he didn't even come close!"

"Would you rather believe me, or Lucian?" - I question seriously. -And what would I gain by inventing something like that?

“I don't know, but you've been jabbing at each other since the day he arrived. Perhaps she broke his arm claiming to have been touched, only to have him sent away by the King!

Two weeks ago when Thomas went away, his grandfather saw me propped up on the kitchen counter while playing with my cell phone. Her steps were very silent, so silent that I didn't even hear him enter the pantry approaching me to run his hands on my bottom. He touched me and without thinking twice I broke his arm. That caused a huge mess and no one wanted to believe my word, so I found the footage from the camera (which Thomas insisted on installing inside the Palace for fear of Benjamin appearing and kidnapping me) clearly showing in the video what the old man had done .

"But do you know what happened next?"

— I had the Greta footage, but he deleted the videos!

That's right, the videos were deleted. He even said that the power had gone out that night. Ridiculous.

— I trust you, but unfortunately I no longer control your diet!

- What? - I'm shocked.

She always takes care of everything I eat, it was one of the few things I asked for for fear that old man would spit in my food.

"Why not, what happened?"

— Lucian did so much that he finally managed to convince the King to change his diet!

- Lie! -I'm pissed. - He didn't do that... - I refused to believe it.

"I'm sorry Mila...

I go to the mirror with heavy steps, my face all flushed with anger, there I quickly fix the loose strands of my hair, muttering my wrath.

- What are you doing? -she worries. -You're not going to do what I'm thinking, are you?

- Where is he? - I stop in front of her. -In the bedroom with his whore, or in writing with rich friends?

- No! -denied. -For God's sake, don't go to him like that, Mila!

— You can even delay me Greta, but in the end you know very well that I will find him!

— If you're like that, with so much anger towards the King, a fatality could end up happening. Please listen to me! -he requested.

Impatient, I bounce my foot on the floor giving her one more chance to respond.

"H-he..." She hesitates, stammering. -He's in the room with the housekeeper! - she said lowering her head all regretful.

- Excellent! - I say leaving the room.

"Oh my God, what have I done...

Thomas might be different, but it was obvious that if I didn't please him in bed he would find someone else who would. At first I even pretended not to know about him and Martina, but after she realized that I knew and still thought it was good that they were together, she started to act more freely. She understood that if I knew and let her, it meant she no longer needed to stay in the shadows, then her boldness doubled and her shame evaporated.

— THOMAS! - I punch the door from the outside.

If Martina kept him company, he would automatically leave me alone.

"THOMAS, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!"

Downstairs, scared.

- What is happening? he asked Lucian, seeing him sitting on the sofa with the newspaper in his hand.

He curled his lips into a chaotic smile, enjoying my yelling upstairs.

"Why are you laughing, bastard?"

— THOMAS CLIFFORD! - I scream almost knocking over the thick wood.

- Your queen! - she replied curtly. -She finally got out of the cage! - she commented happily.

- Idiot! - he said angrily, running towards the stairs.

— I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T OPEN ESS —

— MILA! - he called running towards me. -What happened, are you okay?

— THOMAS! I ignore him, too irritated.

"You left, you left the room!"

He says those words happily touching my shoulder with his gloves, the problem is that I wasn't answering for my actions, so I turned my head to her in the same second showing my demonic eyes to him.

- Do not touch me! -threat.

"Fuck..." he whispered pulling away.

— Did you tame the beast? -he climbs the last step leaning on his cane, approaching us.

- He is going to screw it up!

"Lord Bennet!" - came hurriedly seeing me punch the door again.

“She's totally out of control Greta! -he spoke. -What there was?

"Better not let her in there!" she advised.

"If you try to stop me, I'll kill everyone here!" - I say turning to them.

"I wouldn't stop her if I were you!"

"Mila..." he was startled.

"She's fed, she had eight dozens this morning!"

- WHAT? - Her eyes widened.

"I warned you not to overtake!"

"Can you shut up?"

For some reason the three could hold me, but chose not to touch me. It was intriguing, but it was also the right choice since even I didn't know what I was doing.

"YOU THREE SHUT UP!"

Surprised, the King opens the door and I rush into the room.

"Mila, wait!" - he asked worriedly.

Martina- What is this woman doing here?

The housekeeper raised her voice, coming out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

"N-no...it's not possible..." I start to shake my head in denial, with a sarcastic laugh. -Is this serious?

Thomas was wrapped in his bathrobe, not being able to understand my attitude. Greta and Piter, like two desperate people, placed themselves inside the room, curious about what had happened, while the old man walked with his slow steps, leaning against the wall inside.

Martina- Why were you screaming like crazy? - She questioned putting her hand on her waist.

"Is that my towel?" -shooting.

"That's not good..." he commented with a laugh, adding fuel to the fire.

Piter's face makes it clear that he agrees with my displeasure, while Thomas's is one of shock, since this is the first time that I actually put myself in the middle of the two of them witnessing his infidelity. He also knew that I suspected his betrayal, but like me he preferred not to comment.

Martina- Is there a problem? -it's mockery. -She was in the bathroom, in our bathroom! -she pointed her to the King. -Therefore, she stopped being hers a long time ago, my love!

"When I said she was already over the top, that's exactly what I meant!"

— Your bathroom, your room, your towel, your bed, my husband! -I'm quoting. - Is there anything else your Majesty wants?

— Mila! -he scolds me, for seeing my trembling hands.

- Leave her! He poked him with his cane behind his thigh.

"Fuck!"

Piter "Damn it, if that woman turns her eyes on in front of Martina, she's going to fuck everything up!"

"You'd better talk some other time!"

"I would settle it now!" he whispered, intending for everyone to hear.

- Leaves! - I say looking at the floor, taking a deep breath. -I want everyone out of this room now! - I order with the forehead vein highlighted with anger.

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