Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Dakar frowned deeply.

“And why are you just telling me now?”

“What matters is that I let you know. Now, what is going on with you?”

Dakar kept silent.

“We are going to the facility today. You have to fix those people before word spreads abroad. And secondly, I'm doubling the watch over the human girl.”

Dakar's eyes flared.

“Why?” he thundered across the room.

“I have word that the aura around you is spreading to her. More trained guards from the Academy are being dispatched to her as I speak.”

“You don't have to do this. Fiorella is...innocent.”

“I would have believed you if you yourself was even sure of what you spoke.”

Dakar ran a hand through his hair and nodded.

“But this better be over with soon. If you don't find anything with her in a few more days, back down.” His own voice was more of an order than a request to his father and he gulped down after realizing it. But his father did not say anything regarding that.

“We are going to the facility now,” the Alpha said and stepped down from the throne. The static guards by the walls marched to his side and walk with him as he made his way past his son. Dakar followed, keeping a distance between him and the guards. He hated security. Goodness knew he would get rid of all those static wall guards when he would sit on that throne.

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By the time Prince Dakar returned from the facility with his father, it was already nightfall. It was such a hectic visit to the southern border of the kingdom. A large facility for people whose ailments could not be healed at home were kept there. He hated that place too. Because he felt like he belonged there with what was hidden inside of him. Maybe he would have been stashed in one of those metallic cells for the past two years if he admitted the pain he went through.

The people he had ‘jinxed’ were kept in a large room surrounded with glass walls. All of them were moving. Hundreds of them. Clashing into each other and falling over, but still moving with glazed eyes. He was asked to command them to stop, but it didn't work. They asked him to do a number of things, but none worked and he ended up feeling like a lab rat as the healers and doctors took down notes like he was a piece of experiment. Only when one of them mentioned something that pertained to the protest itself did Dakar get that rage again. The protest...Burn the Witch!

He closed his eyes as he involuntarily imagined Avril being burned by the angry mob. The same people moving endlessly around the enclosure.

“Just go home. And be fine. I forgive you all for now. But I swear I'll put you all on a pyre and roast you like a piece of steak if you dare come against Fiorella next time,” he heard himself spitting out, dark shadows seeping in and out of him to the bewilderment of the healers. The protesters stopped walking for the first time in two days, and their eyes returned to being sharp and conscious of their being. The healers and doctors were shocked, and instantly they began to write again. Dakar huffed. Maybe he would make them write forever.

Now that he was back home, he just wanted to see Fiorella. But dark shadows were seeping out of him and returning to him. This time, he was well aware of them and he was in his right mind. A fear he had always known split through him and he stood still in front of his oak doors. He shut his eyes as he felt them turning red again and this time, they did not change to green. He was too scared to open them as they were.

Finally it struck him. That he had not taken the cigar in over five hours. Yet he was fine. Was it a miracle...or was it a trap?

Dakar's heartbeat spiked up as he pushed his doors open and opened his eyes. Everything looked different, desolate and dark. His living room that was beautiful and Romany laid in rubbles and ruins. He shook his head and his eyes turned to green, his living room was perfectly fine. It wasn't desolate. It wasn't in ruins.

He heard Avril's laughter faraway in the kitchen. He walked towards it like it was life. But the further he walked, the farther the voice went. Until Dakar ran towards the voice, he ran into the kitchen and saw her there. Sitting by the counter and washing a dagger. She looked up at him.

“Hey, you're here Prince Dakar. Look what the blacksmith gifted me,” she said and lifted the shiny, wet dagger. He didn't look at it though, he only stared at her face as he walked closer.

“He says it's for me to make sure I end up where I deserve,” she added with a smirk. She flexed the dagger in her hand, cutting it through the air in a fighting style. He remembered he had first taught her how to use daggers on the island.

Suddenly, the kitchen laid in ruins. Rubbles and heaps of ruins were everywhere.

“And this is where it begins. My reign,” he heard himself say as he grabbed the dagger from Avril all of a sudden. He made to slit her throat with it, but the girl dodged with unearthly swiftness. Surprise and shocked etched on her face. Then slowly it turned to fear as she saw that Dakar's eyes were red.

“Dojo,” she uttered with fright and tried to run back. But he grabbed her hand and pinned her to the counter, his face merely inches away from hers and he brought the dagger to her throat. She was shaking beneath him, but it wasn't because of what it seemed he was going to do to her. It was because he was using Dakar again. He never truly left Dakar. He was still destroying her Dakar.

“Get away from her!” Dakar's real voice yelled out from his mouth as his eyes flashed to green. But they turned red almost immediately and Dojo smiled through Dakar. The fear from looking at that serpentine smile almost made Avril pass out.

“Please,” she begged. He had her in a tight position that she couldn't even move her legs to kick him. The dagger's tip was touching the side of her neck, ready to slide in with ease. It was a very sharp dagger. She had sharpened it to perfection. How stupid of her.

She felt the dagger pierce the first layer of her skin and a cry escaped her lips. The smell of her blood that trickled out filled the air for those who could easily smell it. Dakar being one of them.

His eyes turned green, and in that tiny moment of awareness and control, he willed the dagger away from her and stabbed himself in the chest. The dagger sizzled against his flesh as it drove in like raw meat in hot oil. Then he realized the very moment before his eyes closed...that it was a silver dagger.

Avril screamed as Dakar slumped on his smooth marble floor, his blood pooling around him. She grabbed his shoulders and rocked his body in a bid to pull him up. The dagger was still sizzling and her tears blurred her vision as she cried. She held the hilt without thinking but decided not to pull it out or it would kill him, if he was not already dead. But before she could remove her hand, she saw images in front of the open kitchen door.

“Seize her. She has attacked the Prince!” a deep voice filled with rage ordered and before she knew it, wolves in full speed had seized her and pinned her face to the ground.