My Vampire Wives Want My Blood!-Chapter 92- Blood On Your Hands (Part 1)
Chapter 92- Blood On Your Hands (Part 1)
Walking out of the room, Fiona closed the door behind her and looked at the group waiting far away, worried about what could happen inside. Upon seeing her, they all approached her in a hurry.
"He is fine." She said before they can ask. "He will rest and get back up normally after a while. Don’t bother standing around here and go about your day."
"But, the patriarch told us-"
"And I told you he doesn’t need your presence here. Do you think you could really defend him if a threat strong enough to kill him comes?"
Her question made them all go speechless as they looked at one another. Since the one who ordered them was Fiona, they can’t really defy her that much, especially since Fiona was the one responsible for the estate, as the patriarch isn’t present most of the time due to work.
After that, Fiona left that section of the estate and headed to a different building within the premises. One that not many could access as it was heavily restricted. It was Geralt’s residence where he would stay whenever he came back from work.
It was a heavily guarded, heavily protected place, so no one except for Fiona and some particular people was allowed to walk in, and even then, they have to state their reason for making a visit.
"Good evening, Miss Fiona. How can we help you today?"
The guards outside greeted her respectfully as they asked.
"Is father inside?" She asked. "I’m here to talk to him."
"Yes, he is. He is expecting you." The guard said. Nodding her head, she opened the door and walked in. The residence was basically a big house with all its necessities. This particular residence within the estate was special in the fact that it ran on its own energy for electricity, had an indoor garden for food, and could sustain itself for years and years of survival.
It was also all built of fortified and infused bricks that were specially made to be way stronger than normal bricks, and it was also impossible to penetrate wirelessly. If there is one singular contender for the safest place in the world, it is definitely Geralt’s residence.
Walking through the very familiar building, she headed to the office where her father usually spends his time. The man was an extreme workaholic and someone who rarely showed up at home. Even when she was a child, she only saw him a handful of times a year, and even then, it was for a few days at most.
She remembers being happy to see him as a child, and how even when he was barely there, she still found their minimal time together something she enjoyed very much.
Now, all of that was gone... Far beyond gone. The world had turned grey, and this building had become a true torture to visit as it reminded her of things she didn’t want to remember.
Reaching the door, she knocked. Then, waited a few seconds.
"Come in."
Walking in, she found herself inside a vast office. It had a large meeting table and a desk filled with documents. Surrounding it were rows and rows of books stored on long shelves. It looked more like a library than anything.
Sitting at the desk was Geralt, reading through the documents with old glasses on his face.
Reaching the desk, she sat down and crossed her legs. Not a single word was uttered for several long minutes. Fiona knew how her dad behaved; if he didn’t speak, then that meant he wasn’t ready to speak, so she waited.
It was pointless to try to speak to him immediately because he would ignore it all. The only sound that permeated the room at that time was the sound of paper being flipped and the sound of soft breathing.
Eventually, Geralt finally put the papers down and looked at Fiona.
"I am leaving this evening to go and see what happened," Geralt said coldly. "I rely on you to take care of matters as usual in my absence."
"Yeah." Fiona replied coldly as she looked down. She hesitated for a second before she looked at Geralt. "How confident are you in killing him?"
This question, by any other person toward Geralt Vaylor, would’ve been a great form of disrespect. The man was arguably the strongest Vampire Hunter in the world and one of the strongest to ever be born. His power was said to be enough to wipe out nations and change the course of history.
Being asked if he could fight or not was like insulting his very source of power and influence. However, this was no random person, but rather his daughter.
"No vampire can kill me if I wish for it. His only chance is if I decide to kill him and open my defenses. However, judging from his behavior so far, I doubt he is hard for a deadly battle. He wants something else, and I know exactly what it is." Geralt said with a cold tone.
"And what is it?"
"The historic deal. He is most likely here for that. Perhaps he wants to take advantage of the deal before it happens and strike a deal with me."
"Strike a deal with you? After he attacked us?" She asked. That wouldn’t make sense. If he truly wanted to strike a deal, then he wouldn’t offend Geralt this much and attack him so blatantly and clearly, and even challenge him after that.
Naturally, the man wouldn’t accept an offer and would simply go there with only a single purpose. To erase this vampire from existence.
"Vampires are bloodthirsty creatures, so their logic doesn’t align with ours. He is most likely aiming to scare me or threaten me. A very foolish idea." He said as he stood up and walked to the window. "This vampire seems to be cunning and smart, but equally foolish for thinking he can get things going his way."
Staring at her father, Fiona could only agree with him. This vampire would be incredibly stupid for thinking he could twist Geralt’s arm like this. Attacking Virgo and Fiona was nothing short of a suicide attempt, and he was now going to face the consequences of those actions.
Or that was the case normally; however, something told Fiona that it wouldn’t be that simple. Something told her this vampire wasn’t simply a fool.
After all, there was simply no way he could be offending Geralt Vaylor, thinking that would make him feel scared?
This man had killed enough Vampire high ranking individuals that he gained a notorious reputation within their ranks. He was their biggest enemy and someone they wanted to kill if they could.
The matter was perhaps, far deeper than the eye could see.
’Or, it could all be for a completely different reason.’ She thought. Fiona hadn’t forgotten how that vampire knew Elio, and not only that, but also seemed to know more about him than anyone else.
Did he perhaps know Elio’s parents? Was he a part of the conspiracy that killed them all those years ago?
Each question frustrated Fiona even more, knowing there is no easy way to learn the truth unless she digs deep into it.
"In any case. Tonight, things will come to an end. I should’ve taken care of this matter on my own rather than sending Virgo there." Geralt said. "That was my mistake."
"..."
Staring into the distance for a while, Geralt finally turned around and looked at Fiona. "So, how have you been?"
"..." She stared back at him. "Fine."
"..."
The reply was cold and very distant, with a clear sense of hostility. That made Geralt frown before he walked back to his seat.
"When are you going to forget, Fiona? Are you intending to stay angry for the rest of your life?" He asked.
"..."
"Years have passed, and the world has changed, and yet you still believe those words? What nonsense is that?"
"It is none of your business what I forget and what I remember. You are the last person to speak about it." She said coldly, glaring at him.
"It is going to hurt your potential, and it will make your ability to inhe-"
"To hell with this clan." She said. "That moment, I lost all faith in this clan and in you. You are all rotten to the core. A bunch of power-hungry, rabid monsters. The only difference between you and vampires is that they suck blood, and you suck the life out of innocent people. People whom you claimed you would protect with your life. People you taught me to care about and be the shining light for."
Each word she uttered was filled with hatred and spite. Fiona didn’t fear Geralt and didn’t fear his reactions. She knew he couldn’t do anything to her, and he saw her as a very precious piece to take care of.
"Don’t you dare to tell me to forget because even if everyone forgets, I will always remember. I will always mother’s blood that ran down your hands."
