Blood Legacy Chapter 21: 21. Heat

I startled at the sound of David's scary voice, grabbing a fistful of Nathan's shirt as another wave of heat washed over me, this one lasting a little longer than the first one.

I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, drumming in tune with my heavy breaths as I panted like some tired animal, letting out a pained mewl as soon as my lower stomach started to hurt again.

"She's not even your real soulmate, is she? You only want her now because she inherited the gene," I could hear David blabbering in the background with an angry voice, my tired and hazy gaze raising to watch him pace around before stopping to look down at us, dragging a hand over his face.

"How could I be so stupid to believe your lies?"

"And to think that I actually believed that you could change,"

"You will never change! You will always be this cold, heartless bastard that only does things for his own gain!"

The sound of my own pained moan abruptly interrupted David's wrathful speech, powering through another wave of heat as I grabbed Satan's shirt with both hands now, gazing up into his eyes as I breathlessly spewed out,

"I...don't understand what's going on here...and why you're fighting...but I'm tired..."

"I want you both out of here..."

I did want them both out of my room. I was tired and hurting like hell, and I didn't even know what was happening to me but what I did know was that I just wanted to be alone right then. I didn't even wanted them to help me, I didn't even wanted to hear another word coming from their mouths. I just wanted to be alone.

"Carina, you-"

"I said, leave me alone!" I swiftly cut him off as he didn't seem to get through that thick head of his what I really wanted, his features though remaining impassive as he rather worriedly gazed down at me.

*Hmph. As if he would actually care. Oh no. You don't fool me, mister.*

"I can't. You will only feel worse if I leave you now,"

"I don't care!" I angrily shouted back, lightly tugging at his shirt for emphasis.

"I am sick of you! You and your crazy, fucked-up bullshit! Don't you understand? I want out of this, this mess! I want you out of my sight, out of my life! I don't care about whatever sick, fucked-up vows my father did! He's not here anyway, is he?"

"So you, and my father, can take those vows and shove them up your ass! I will never be yours, no matter what you say or do! I am not bound to you! I refuse whatever this is, whatever is this shit you did to me! I can and I will fuck or marry whoever I want, comprendes?"

"Now get out!" I shoved at his chest with all my might as I was really starving for some distance, harshly breathing as I pushed myself further away from him and sat on my own on the floor, noticing the way they both looked at me for a moment, neither of them saying anything or moving a single muscle, for that matter.

"Carrie? Is everything okay in there?"

*Oh great. Just what I needed right now.*

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, mentally cursing myself as I realized that I must've shouted out pretty loud.

"Yes mom, I was just talking on the phone! Sorry if I woke you up!" I shouted back at her as I turned my head towards the door, hoping that she will buy it and go away.

"Are you sure?"

*Argh, fuck! Why can't she just leave me alone?*

"Yeah!" I looked back from the door, surprised to notice that they were actually both gone now, so I pushed myself off of the floor with whatever strength left in me and wobbled my way to the door as I definitely knew that she will not leave me alone until I let her see the inside of my room.

So I unlocked my door and angrily flung it open, letting her take a good look inside.

"See?"

"What's wrong? You look kinda sick," She said as her gaze trailed back to me, her face contorting with a hint of disgust as she took a moment to take in my lousy state.

"Yeah I think I'm coming down with something, so you need to go away before you catch it too," I flatly said, crossing my arms over my chest as I kinda started to feel a little bit cold and shivery, mentally cursing myself for even daring to reminisce that nice feeling of having Satan's arms wrapped around me.

"Where's Andrea? I didn't see her come home with you," That boiling anger returned within me, increasing tenfold as I noticed the way her gaze narrowed, staring at me in that judgy way of hers like always, as if I was the one responsible for everything my sister did. So I simply let it out, brazenly shouting out back at her,

"The fuck do I care where Andrea is, she's not five! You can go and search for her yourself if you care about her that much! She's your daughter after all, not mine!"

I slammed the door back in her face before she could even try to reply and locked it back, not giving a single flying fuck about what she yelled back at me next as I went straight to my bed and threw myself on it, letting myself fall into the awaiting arms of a dark and soundless abyss.

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I didn't even realize for how long I've been sleeping as I casually woke up later that night drenched in my own sweat, that stupid puffy dress so disgustingly clinging to my skin as I lightly moved, noticing that I was also still wearing my boots.

"Pfft. Great," I raised myself into a sitting position and tried to reach out and take them off, only to almost fall off of the bed as a powerful wave of nausea and dizziness hit me like a speeding bus, making me lose balance.

*Whoah...*

I suddenly shot up from the bed as that nauseating feeling returned with a vengeance, making me heave and run straight to the bathroom as I didn't want to throw up on my sheets or the carpet.

So I threw myself on my knees right in front of the toilet bowl and cupped it with both arms as I proceeded to empty my stomach's contents from the previous day, loudly heaving out before every flow of vomit.

"Oh, god, just take me," I tiredly whined before heaving out again, waiting for a few moments longer until I was relatively sure that I was done, and with trembling hands I pushed myself away from the toilet bowl and wobbly raised myself up, flushing it away before turning towards the sink.

My head started to hurt so bad, feeling it pounding in sync with my heart as I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on my face, letting it drip down my neck and chest as I straightened back up and looked into the mirror.

"Oh my god, I look like shit," I told to myself as I noticed those dark circles under my makeup-smudged eyes and how pale my skin seemed now, about to let out a loud and terrified scream as my gaze suddenly fell on the scary skeleton-painted face that appeared right behind my shoulder.

I didn't get to do anything though as before I could even blink a warm hand was covering my mouth while the other held me trapped against a firm body, letting me futilely squirm and try to escape for a few times before giving up altogether as I didn't even possess enough energy anyway.

"Are you done?"

"I thought I told you to leave me alone," I bitterly replied as soon as he lowered his palm from my mouth, looking at him through the mirror.

"And I told you that I can't. You will only start feeling worse, unless I stay with you," He pushed back, giving me a a serious look.

"Why do you keep saying that? You don't even know what's going on with me. Why are you so damn sure that you can actually make me feel better?" I complained after a tired sigh, simply letting him hold me as I felt so damn sick that I couldn't even properly stand on my own two feet.

"Because I actually know what's going on with you," He answered, carefully turning me around in his arms to face him.

"And what is that? Hmm? Tell me. What is going on with me?" I impatiently asked into a rather mocking way as I definitely didn't believe him, tilting my head to the side as I stared up at him.

"You're going into heat,"