HAUNTED PRINCE - DENIS DANIEL (most interesting books to read TXT) 📗

was Alex and her cousin. That didn’t matter at that time I had other concerns, like a reason to trust her, we sat on the same chairs we sat on yesterday and she started talking,

“Like I told you yesterday.” I cut her short, because I wanted something different from her,

“I want you to tell me about you, if you want me to trust you I need to know more about you.”

“Okay, I can do that,” she paused, for a second then she continued, “My real name is Alexandra Vandergroove, but we move a lot so I change it a lot that’s why I told you my name is Lexis the first time.”

“What about your parents?” I asked curiously,

“My mom was killed.” She looked sad for a second but the expression was gone in a second, “We didn’t used to live like this; we lived in a small town peacefully, my mom, dad and I. We were happy, mom had a flower shop and dad was an actual architect with good job and good salary and a good house. I was in pre-school then with friends and a normal life. I was five and neither my mom nor I knew or cared about my father’s past, but then his past caught up with him. And that’s when everything changed.” Her eyes were wet and I felt sorry for her and at some point I could relate her situation with mine, but vaguely.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. If I knew I’d never asked.” I said with guilt.

“It is okay, my mom was killed in her flower shop one night with a wolf and it tore her into pieces.” A tear drop fell down her cheek and she wiped it away in a flash.

“Okay, enough of that. What did you want to tell me?” I changed the subject since I wasn’t very goods with emotional stuffs.

“Yah, I know you have been having doubts about this whole thing so I wanted to show you something. And I hope after this you’ll believe me.” She paused for a second, “Just don’t freak out.” She finished with uncertainty written all over her face. Then she got up to leave the room but something was bugging me, so I decided to ask.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 30;

 

“Where is everybody else?” I asked still siting,

“My dad and my two uncles went on a hunt. There is a rogue wolf pack causing trouble up north. Other went home and some went to counsel to deliver report.” She said, I didn’t want to snoop into that so I left the subject but I asked something else,

“That girl, who is she?” I asked.

“Which girl?” she asked looking clueless,

“The one staying with you.”

“That’s my cousin Iris.”

“She is not normal. Is she?”

“No, she is not.” She said calmly,

“What is she then?”

“She can read and control people’s minds and emotions, that’s why I didn’t want you to look at her for a long time she can get into your head.”

“Oh,” I didn’t expect that, “she was born that way!” I wondered,

“Yes, nobody really know her father. And my aunt Irina never told anyone who her father was, she took that secret to her grave. But everybody knows it wasn’t a normal guy.”

“She can control anyone she wasn’t?” I asked again,

“Yes, probably,”

“Actually, not everyone.” Someone said from the door step and it was her, “Steven is different, I can’t seem to access his mind easily. It’s like you have a wall in there.” She came closer and bend down at my chair and held my face.

“What are you?” she commanded, and that’s when I felt her ripping my brains out, it hurt so bad I couldn’t either, and I think she finally got into my brain and the pain went away.

“I’m so sorry.” She said and then abruptly she dropped her hands and tears started flowing down her cheeks,

“Iris, are you okay?” Alex asked confused.

“Yah, I’m fine. I just need some air.” She rushed out of the room and out of the house.

“Well, that’s definitely something I’ve never seen before!” Alex wondered,

“What you haven’t seen before?” I asked confused myself.

“I’ve seen my cousin fry people’s minds and tear people into pieces, but I’ve never seen her breakdown even once. Sometimes we thought she could feel nothing with all the emotion tether and mind reading from people. Now I guess we were wrong.” She explain in awe, which I couldn’t understand.

“So you are saying that was because of me?” I was caught in surprise after realizing what she was saying,

“Of course dumb, there is quite something in that brain of yours, to make her crush like that.” She said as if it was the most normal thing.

But I was left speechless, things couldn’t get and greater, now I could make some poor beautiful girl breakdown in sobs. Were my memories really that awful? Or could it be possible she saw something else, something I wasn’t aware of or something my subconscious did and I wasn’t aware?

That got me worried; what if she saw me killing those people? What if she found out I was some kind of monster? It must’ve been something really bad because Alex said she never broke down before. What was I going to do? I couldn’t run, that would make me look suspicious even more; before I could come up with a plan I was dragged out of my thoughts and out of the room. All over sudden I was taken to the basement, I stopped on my track cautiously,

“Come on, it’s fine. I’ll just show you something.” She said while pulling me down the stairs.

Down at the basement the air was heavy and it was pitch black, also it seemed like there was a lot of stuff too. Because of the lack of echo on our footsteps. While I was trying to find my way inside the darkness suddenly I heard a switch flipped on, seconds later the room was bright. And I wasn’t wrong about the room being full of stuff, there was boxes and trunks and bags and many other things. But those were not the most intriguing things in that room; something else was. There was another person in the room, a girl, and she looked cute and she was the same age as us or at least she looked like she was.

She might have looked like us, but something was off with her expression. She looked like she was in pain and at the same time furious, and then calm all over sudden. She was tied in a chair with her hands behind it. Soon as the light came on she started snarling and grunting trying to get off the chair and the ropes, but she couldn’t. Her voice wasn’t exactly her own, it was rusty and deep, which wasn’t a voice I had in mind for a cute girl.

“This is what I wanted to show.” Alex said, as if I was supposed to know something right away, unfortunately I had no clue what I was supposed to do with a crazy teenage girl.

“Torturing people isn’t really my fetish, if that’s what you’re implying.” I said, since I had a sense that this was like in those movies you join a gang and then somebody is brought to you to beat them up to prove your loyalty, and I was so not into that.

“Of course not, we so not torture people either, unless we absolutely need to and today is not that day. She is one of those people.” She defended herself looking straight into my eyes.

“How can you be so sure? She looks pretty normal to me.” I defended the girl.

“Looks can be deceiving Steven. Her eyes may not be glowing now but it doesn’t mean they are not.” She said while heading to the other side of the basement past the girl to the back and retrieved something. She came back with an old camera, the one that take snap shots with the pictures coming out right away.

She took one picture of the girl and shoed it to me. Obviously she knew what she was doing because she was right, the girl’s eyes were glowing on the pictures, bright white.

And that was definitely hard to agree with so I just stood their staring at the picture gob smacked. With that look Alex knew I believed her now. Which also proved something that I never really wanted to believe. Supernatural things were real and my girlfriends were probably possessed with some skin walkers or something. Which I didn’t know whether it should comfort me or terrify the crap out of me.

“It’s time for the interview.” She startled me out my thinking. She was holding a knife a small hunting knife with markings on it.

“Whoa, whoa, I thought you said you never torture people.” I shouted before she could cut through her.

“We don’t. And this is not a person, the person is long gone.” She said curtly and the proceeded. She bent down on the girl and then put the knife in front of the girl, “you see this knife,” she put right in front of her nose, “it is enchanted; so you are going to feel every cut of it.” But the girl just laughed one ugly laugh with her ugly voice. So Alex punched the knife into her thigh and all over sudden the laugh turned into a loud scream, the agony was so obvious on its face I even flinched. “Are you going to talk now?” Alex asked angrily, from that moment I took a note not to mess with this girl ever.

“I don’t need to tell you anything, little girl.” The girl said roughly with her voice,

Alex removed the knife abruptly ready to put it back in while blood was still dropping from it.

The girl’s eyes suddenly went wide assuming it was a sign that she didn’t want that knife back in her leg, “he is coming and he is looking for something.” She blurted,

“Who is he? And what is he looking for?” Alex asked urgently,

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not exactly high rank in my society.” The girl said and I was surprised she said society I didn’t there was an entire society of those things out there, but Alex wasn’t.

“We appreciate your cooperation.” Then she pointed the knife to the heart, and that terrified me out of my wits because I knew what she meant to do.

I didn’t know whether it was me whining inside of myself unable to bear another person dying in front of me or if it was an actual voice of a person.

“Help, me.” It was soft and very weak too, like when a person is about to die that kind of weak. I didn’t have time to think,

“Wait,” I practically scream, Alex jumped metaphorically and looked at me in terror. I didn’t know what she thought happened to me, but she calmed down seeing me just standing there.

“What is it Steven?” she asked,

“Didn’t you hear it?” I asked confused.

“Hear what?” she asked, and she was confused as well now.

“Help, me,” it whispered again.

“The voice.” Panic growing.

“I hear you, is there somebody else because that thing isn’t speaking.” She pointed at the girl.

“Help, me,” it whispered for the third time.

I immediately realized I was the only