Arriving at Ava's house, Chase opened the door, revealing a weary yet determined figure. "Chase!" Ava exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace him. But Chase remained still, his arms unmoving as if wrapped in an icy cocoon. Ava looked up at him, her heart sinking at the sight of his emotionless eyes. "Chase, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern
Releasing Chase, Ava stepped back, noticing that his vampire form had vanished, leaving him standing there, seemingly detached and void of feelings. "Chase, I know what you are..." she began, but he interrupted her with a conflicted tone, "Are you scared?"
Ava's reply was resolute and unwavering, "No, but I hope you tell Freya about this so she can help you." race hunted relentlessly and feared by the world.
Chase arched an eyebrow, his mind shutting down her suggestion. "No," he firmly asserted, "Do you think she can help me, especially with my new bloodline?" He was torn between seeking assistance and the fear of putting those he cared about in danger.
Understanding dawned on Ava, and like a forgotten memory resurfacing, she realized the burden he carried the weight of history and hatred that clung to his bloodline like an eternal curse that cast him into the shadows, in the past the one vampire did something that causes the race to become the world most hated creature, when anyone sees a vampire its to kill on sight, like a death order from every kingdom, that cause the vampire race to almost become extinct.
Her heart was full of conviction, Ava stood her ground. "But I trust she will help," she declared, her voice a resolute melody, believing in Freya's wisdom and compassion.
Chase walked past her, and with each step, he seemed to dissolve into the very fabric of the air, disappearing and reappearing like a mirage. "Ha, Ava, you really don't know the mind of humans," he mused, his voice holding a hint of mystery and irony. He pointed out the lack of proper healing given by the king, highlighting Ava's selfless act of using her own money for his recovery.
As Ava realized Chase's observation was correct, the weight of her sacrifice became evident. She had paid the price to heal him, while others turned a blind eye to his suffering.
Chase's enigmatic words echoed like a haunting melody, "Ava, I'm leaving," startling her like a sudden gust of wind. His voice, dripping with venomous hatred, added, "I will be hunting Benson."
Ava was taken aback by Chase's sudden decision. "You can't! You're already missing an arm. How will you survive alone? Let me come with you," she pleaded, her voice filled with concern and determination.
Chase turned around, his gaze softening as it settled on Ava. His words, like a tender caress, assured her, "No, you could end up getting killed because of me, and that is something I can't bear." His voice held affection, like a flickering candle in the darkness.
"Even if you kill him, then what?" Ava inquired, her concern pouring forth like a gentle rain.
"I don't know. Wherever the world takes me," Chase replied, his tone conflicted like the clash of thunder and lightning.
Ava's persistence grew, driven by her desire to help him. "Please let me come with you," she implored, her resolve unwavering.
Chase tapped on the wooden window ledge, his determination palpable, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the night. "Ava, I'm sure you already know my dream," he stated, his voice like the steady beat of a warrior's heart.
Ava's gaze met his, knowing his dream was to become the strongest knight. "Yes, I know. But how can you achieve it without at least some help?" she asked.
Chase's fist clenched like iron, and his resolve echoed in his words, fierce like the blaze of a wildfire. "I will become the strongest knight, even if I'm the world's most hated creature," he declared, his determination like a roaring tempest. "Because that's my dream. Even if I have to punish my body or go through hell and back, I will always fulfill my dream," he added, his voice an unyielding force.
Ava was taken aback by Chase's speech, her heart heavy like a stone sinking in a river. She wanted to speak but was cut off as he made a decision to protect her. "Ava, let's break up," he said, his heart tightening like a chain.
Her heart shattered, crystal tears streamed down Ava's cheeks as she clung to Chase's hand. "Please, Chase, you can't do this, or I will find you, wherever you go," she said, her tone melancholic and desperate.
With tender affection in his eyes, Chase explained, "This is another way of protecting you. If any hunter finds out you are close to me, they will kill you."
Ava's mind raced like a galloping horse, and she grasped Chase's intention. "Will we ever meet again?" she asked, her voice filled with hope like a flicker of candlelight in the night.
Chase was taken aback by her question, but he replied resolutely, "If the whole world lets us."
Realizing Chase's determination, Ava retrieved a pouch from under her bed and handed it to him. "This is all the money I've saved up," she said, her words gentle like a breeze on a summer day.
"But..."Chase was about to speak but Ava cut him off"I know you will need a lot of money to survive" she said.
Chase looked deeply into her eyes, feeling an overwhelming mix of emotions. "Thanks," he said, appreciating her unwavering support.
"Can we kiss once more before you go?" Ava requested, her voice filled with a blend of longing and urgency.
Chase gently cupped Ava's cheek, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced fervently, savoring each other's essence as if trying to imprint their love forever. After five intense minutes, they reluctantly pulled away, their breaths intermingling with the lingering taste of each other.
Chase hugged Ava, and she embraced him back, tears flowing like a gentle stream down their cheeks. "Bye," they said simultaneously, like two stars saying farewell in the night sky. Chase released Ava, and like a phantom, he jumped out of her window.
From her window, Ava whispered Chase's name softly, her heart aching as she watched him go. She then collapsed onto her bed, crying herself to sleep, the memory of his touch still fresh on her lips.
High up in the Blue Eagle castle's meeting room, King Thalorion stood, his eyes fixated on the world outside. Master Lane materialized behind him, addressing him with the utmost respect.
"Your majesty," Master Lane spoke, acknowledging the king's presence.
King Thalorion inquired with an insidious tone, "Did he leave?"
"Yes, he left just now," Master Lane confirmed.
"Good, send some hunters after him, eradicate him from this world," King Thalorion commanded, his voice dripping with malevolence like poison from a serpent's fangs.
"Master Lane bowed in submission, acknowledging the weight of King Thalorion's orders. "Yes, Your Majesty."
As the king's dark aura loomed over the room, Master Lane struggled to stand firm, feeling the immense power that emanated from his ruler. "Also, tell Marcus to step up the hunt. And if he ever runs into Chase, kill him. We don't need another one from the Haemas family running around, especially the firstborn," King Thalorion added, his voice dripping with malice.
Master Lane felt a heavy burden settling upon him, acknowledging the ruthlessness of the king's decree. "As you wish, Your Majesty," he replied, his mind racing with the implications of the king's sinister plan.
The next day, Ava marched into Freya's office, determination etched on her face as she stood before the powerful mage.
"I would like to request my leave," Ava declared firmly, her resolve evident.
Freya was taken aback by Ava's request but understood the reason behind it. After everything Ava had been through with Chase, a break was necessary. "How long?" Freya inquired, wanting to know the duration of her leave.
"I don't know, a couple of months," Ava responded quickly, her mind set on getting ready to be there for Chase.
Freya rubbed her forehead, her frustration evident, "Granted. Permission granted," she said, giving Ava the space she needed to heal together.
As Ava dashed out of the office, Freya called after her, wanting to inquire about Chase's well-being. She scratched her head in frustration, feeling the weight of her responsibilities. "I really just lost four generals with top-tier potentials," she murmured, her voice tinged with exasperation.