Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Camper had called when he went to the roof and told him about the situation of things back home. He was so angry to find out that the people were protesting against Avril. Against Avril. They were fucking protesting against Avril. How dare they? What in the world were they thinking? That he could be stupid enough to not know what was good for him? Virgo Vampires they said. Well, he did not blame them. The rumours were that he was attacked by them before they sent him on exile. The people probably thought he was that weak and was going to be attacked by a human they sent.

He wouldn’t have cared if it was any other person. But if what they were doing had any negative effect on Avril… he wouldn’t care if there were his people or not. No one should hurt Avril and survive it.

Speaking of that… what had happened to Ñiraka? He had left her there to rot, but he had to do something about that her case. He would do something about her case.

Dakar started the car again and drove straight ahead into the kingdom. It was obvious as he got into the town of it that things were unusual. The bustling city was desolate and dry, with the dry wind tossing the leaves in the air, and rolling metal cans on their cobbled streets. Had the whole city joined in the protest? Somehow, he began to drive faster because he just couldn’t wait to get to the Palace.

Avril was curious as to what was going on with him. But she decided to just trust him. Or should she?

She felt the car stop a few moments after she felt it wheezing through the air at high speed. He must have used his speed to control the car into going way faster than normal. Verona had somehow mentioned that they—some of them actually—could manipulate objects to possess their unique features as long as they were in full control over it.

“Stay in the car,” she heard Dakar mutter to her then placed a very quick kiss on her forehead. Almost that very second, she heard the car door close and then there was absolute silence. She waited for what seemed like the longest five minutes of her life. There was literally no sound except the sound of her breath. Heck, she couldn’t even hear her own heartbeat or pulse. She was so tempted to remove the mask and open her eyes. But Dakar… she had agreed to close them. Now she had to be patient and hope he would be kind enough to tell her what went on afterwards.

When Dakar had stepped out of the car in the midst of the fierce protesters, his eyes had turned red and that dark mist had flowed out of him again. Everyone had frozen up, and those closest to him fled to the back leaving their cards and protests signs on the floor.

“Now what is this about?” Dakar asked in a voice he could barely recognize as his own. He was standing in front of the car like a lethal predator, and he looked like he could shift any moment now.

No one spoke, but the line seemed to be shifting backwards.

“I said what in the world is going on here?!” he barked so loud that birds fled and goosebumps popped out on the people’s skins. His fangs had drawn out, and there was something about this prince that was different. That dark mist… what was that dark mist?

He bent down and picked one of the dropped cards. It read; Burn the Witch! Protect the Prince!

A short, sinister laugh escaped his lips, showcasing his sharp fangs from below his upper lip.

“Burn the witch? Who’s the witch? Who-is-the-witch!?” he resonated across the land. He threw the card into the crowd and took two mighty steps forward in anger when he stopped abruptly. He blinked his eyes repeated and looked towards the car. He remembered stepping out of it, but what had happened after then? The people in front of him—well about two metres in front of him, looked like they had seen a ghost.

He stood there watching with glaring eyes and having an internal battle with himself when two noblemen sped out of the crowd. They stopped abruptly in front of him when they noticed the atmosphere and the way his eyes were flashing from red to green. He looked different, dark, menacing. Worse than their Prince whom they even knew to be a scary person.

“P-prince… Prince Dakar,” one of the noblemen called without moving even a step closer. Dakar didn’t move, but kept staring at them without actually seeing them. And he had no idea that his eyes were switching shades.

The silence that now covered the entire vicinity was deafening. It was like the people had lost their hearing and were submerged in everlasting quiet.

“Go home, and don’t ruin the peace of Remus by protesting against a personal decision I made,” he ordered in a calm, yet icy voice. Slowly and as if under a remote control, everyone dropped their cards and signs. They began to file out, passing by the Prince’s car quietly. The noblemen too joined the queue like normal people, and just walked with the same pace as them.

The Royal Guards finally opened the gate after every single one of the protesters and their supportive noblemen had gone. The peaceful protest that began in the morning had turned into something else, with the people getting angrier by each passing hour. The Alpha had commanded that they should not hurt anyone but let the people protest outside. However, the guards were getting their weapons ready as the event was slowly becoming more ravenous. It was like someone was there, controlling them with his or her remote and increasing their anger like the volume of a TV.

Prince Dakar still stood in front of his car. The dark mist had evaporated, but this eyes were a mixture of green and a reddish tint. He was breathing heavily and seemed rooted to the spot.

“My Prince, the Alpha King awaits your presence up in the throne room,” a guard said with a bow. Dakar took in a deep breath and shook his head. He blinked and his eyes returned to normal.

“I… would be right there,” he managed to say. He turned around immediately and entered the car.

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