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Chapter 30 - The Vampire Confederation(II)

"The Confederation will send Vampires to attack Principal Fernsby, if we remain here?" I blurted, and all eyes turned to me.

They all seemed so surprised, granted, because it was the first time I'd ever spoken or shown any interest in these meetings.

"Yes," Roman answered calmly, his glacial eyes raking over me, probably wondering what had brought on my sudden interest.

"And what about the students? Wouldn't they be in danger?" I continued, in complete shock and disbelief at how they could all be talking about this so calmly like this wasn't a war literally on the cusp of breaking out, with innocent students waiting to be caught right in the middle of it.

"Yes, they will be in danger, Vasilis. That's why we're having a meeting." Roman said, again, so calmly that I was frustrated just standing there and watching him act like this was an everyday occurrence, and nothing anyone should be panicking over.

"A meeting?! You should be telling principal Fernsby right now! You should go and warn her and tell her to send the students home or something. You should be coming up with counter-plans! Not having a bloody meeting!"

I'd tried to remain calm, but found that I could not. Not when Jade was in the school at this very moment, heart pulsing with such fragile mortality that could be ripped from her in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't know you cared this much about the students," Roman fully turned to face me, eyes narrowed in amusement.

I swallowed but held his stare, not wanting to give away anything. "Of course, I care about them. I'm not a people-hating, heartless devil like you are."

Roman held a hand over his chest, a grin on his face. "Ouch." Then he turned serious again.

"Albertha has been informed of the recent developments, and we do have a counter-plan, Vasilis." Roman began, his voice coated in heavy mockery. "While you were out playing studious student with your literature project partners over the weekend, a letter arrived from the British Vampire Confederate Judicial Committee."

His eyes dimmed, the midnight blue of his irises turning almost black as he waited for me to take in that piece of information.

"Well, what did they have to say?" I lifted a shoulder in a questioning shrug, and silence reigned for a while.

My eyes flicked around the room in confusion, and I wondered why the hell they were all looking at me with weird glints that looked like pity in their eyes.

"Well?" I prompted, still deeply confused, and Roman finally let out a deep sigh before turning to Jesse, who handed him a thick envelope.

"Here," he handed it to me, "see for yourself."

My brows pulling into a deep frown, I turned the thick white envelope over in my hands, admiring the rich, blood-red broken wax seal still latching unto the paper. It was shaped like fangs.

I pulled out the letter enclosed and let my eyes skim over the neatly typed words.

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒓. π‘Ήπ’π’Žπ’‚π’π’–π’” π‘¨π’–π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’–π’”,

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 1903,

π‘Ίπ’Šπ’“π’†π’… 1923.

*[ℕ𝕠π•₯ 𝕒 π•”π•¦π•£π•£π•–π•Ÿπ•₯ 𝕒𝕔π•₯π•šπ•§π•– π•žπ•–π•žπ•“π•–π•£ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 β„‚π• π•Ÿπ•—π•–π••π•–π•£π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ.]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒓. π‘¨π’–π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’–π’”,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’‹π’–π’…π’Šπ’„π’Šπ’‚π’ π’„π’π’Žπ’Žπ’Šπ’•π’•π’†π’† 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘©π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’”π’‰ π‘½π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† π‘ͺπ’π’π’‡π’†π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ π’˜π’“π’Šπ’•π’†π’” 𝒕𝒐 π’šπ’π’– 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’†π’π’•π’Šπ’“π’† 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅.

𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’Žπ’‚π’…π’† π’Œπ’π’π’˜π’π’†π’…π’ˆπ’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’šπ’π’– π’”π’Šπ’“π’†π’… 𝒂 π‘½π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† π’ƒπ’š 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’‚π’Žπ’†, π‘½π’‚π’”π’Šπ’π’Šπ’” π‘Ύπ’‚π’π’ˆ, π’‚π’‘π’‘π’“π’π’™π’Šπ’Žπ’‚π’•π’†π’π’š 𝒂 π’šπ’†π’‚π’“ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 π’‚π’ˆπ’, 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’…π’‚π’š. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 π’‘π’“π’†π’„π’Šπ’”π’† 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‘π’‚π’“π’•π’Šπ’„π’–π’π’‚π’“ π’”π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’“π’‚π’π’”π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’˜π’† 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’“π’†π’„π’†π’Šπ’—π’†π’… π’„π’π’‚π’”π’”π’Šπ’‡π’Šπ’†π’… π’Šπ’π’‡π’π’“π’Žπ’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒓. π‘Ύπ’‚π’π’ˆ π’Šπ’” 𝒂 π’—π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† 𝒐𝒇 π’†π’™π’•π’“π’‚π’π’“π’…π’Šπ’π’‚π’“π’š π’‘π’“π’π’˜π’†π’”π’”; π’π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒂 π’”π’‘π’Šπ’…π’†π’“ 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’„π’‰ π’π’‚π’Žπ’†π’… π‘¨π’π’…π’“π’π’Žπ’†π’…π’‚, π’‡π’“π’π’Ž 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘¨π’π’Žπ’‚π’•π’‰π’†π’‚ π‘ͺ𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏. π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’” 𝒂𝒏 π’†π’™π’•π’“π’†π’Žπ’†π’π’š π’ƒπ’Šπ’›π’‚π’“π’“π’† 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 π’Šπ’Žπ’Žπ’π’“π’•π’‚π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’”π’–π’“π’—π’Šπ’—π’†π’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‘π’Šπ’…π’†π’“-𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆.

𝑨𝒔 π’šπ’π’– π’Œπ’π’π’˜, 𝑴𝒓. π‘¨π’–π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’–π’”, π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’… 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 π’„π’†π’π’•π’–π’“π’š, π’—π’Šπ’π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’‚π’˜π’” 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘ͺπ’π’π’‡π’†π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’, π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’‚π’ƒπ’”π’π’π’–π’•π’†π’π’š 𝒏𝒐 π’“π’†π’ˆπ’‚π’“π’…π’” 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’„π’π’π’•π’Šπ’π’–π’π’–π’”π’π’š 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘ͺπ’π’π’‡π’†π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’π’†π’π’Šπ’†π’π’• π’Šπ’ 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’”π’‚π’π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’π’”π’• π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’…π’”, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’π’π’ˆ-π’”π’•π’‚π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’˜π’† π’„π’π’π’•π’Šπ’π’–π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’Žπ’π’•π’‰π’†π’“, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘³π’‚π’…π’š π‘©π’“π’Šπ’…π’ˆπ’†π’• π‘¨π’–π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’–π’”, π’˜π’‰π’ π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 π’…π’Šπ’ˆπ’π’Šπ’‡π’Šπ’†π’… π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘ͺπ’π’π’‡π’†π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’ π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, π’˜π’† π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒏𝒐 π’π’π’π’ˆπ’†π’“ π’„π’π’π’•π’Šπ’π’–π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’†π’π’Šπ’†π’π’„π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’šπ’π’–.

𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’π’‡π’‡π’†π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’šπ’π’– 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝑴𝒓. π‘¨π’–π’ˆπ’–π’”π’•π’–π’”. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’ˆπ’“π’π’˜π’ π’’π’–π’Šπ’•π’† π’Šπ’π’•π’†π’“π’†π’”π’•π’†π’… π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’—π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† π’šπ’π’– π’”π’Šπ’“π’†π’…, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’† π’˜π’π’–π’π’… π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 π’‡π’†π’˜ π’˜π’π’“π’…π’” π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’‰π’Šπ’Ž. 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓. π‘Ύπ’‚π’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔, π’–π’π’„π’π’π’…π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’π’‚π’π’π’š, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’† π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’„π’“π’Šπ’Žπ’Šπ’π’‚π’ 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’„π’π’π’•π’Šπ’π’–π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’…π’” 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’Žπ’π’”π’• π’ˆπ’†π’π’†π’“π’π’–π’” π’π’†π’π’Šπ’†π’π’„π’š. π‘­π’‚π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’…π’” 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 π’‘π’–π’ƒπ’π’Šπ’„π’π’š 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 π’π’†π’ˆπ’Šπ’”π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’—π’† π’„π’“π’Šπ’Žπ’Šπ’π’‚π’π’”β€”π’†π’π’†π’Žπ’Šπ’†π’” 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’†π’π’•π’Šπ’“π’† π‘°π’π’•π’†π’“π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’π’‚π’ π‘½π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† π‘ͺπ’π’π’‡π’†π’…π’†π’“π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ π‘¨π’π’π’Šπ’‚π’π’„π’†π’”.

𝑾𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’…π’‚π’š π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’“π’†π’„π’†π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒇 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 π’Šπ’ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘±π’–π’…π’Šπ’„π’Šπ’‚π’ π‘ͺπ’π’Žπ’Žπ’Šπ’•π’•π’†π’† 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘©π’“π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’”π’‰ π‘½π’‚π’Žπ’‘π’Šπ’“π’† π‘ͺ𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 π‘¨π’”π’”π’π’„π’Šπ’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’.

π•Šπ•šπ•˜π•Ÿπ•–π•• 𝕓π•ͺ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¦π•Ÿπ••π•–π•£π•€π•–π•”π•£π•–π•₯𝕒𝕣π•ͺ π•₯𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝔼𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦π•₯π•šπ•§π•–π•€;

π‘¨π’Žπ’‚π’π’…π’‚ 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.

I finished reading the letter and looked back up.

They were all starting at me expectantly.

Aiko looked deeply worried, and Suiko looked like she was on the verge of tears. Charlotte looked like she was pretending to be bored, Sophia seemed uninterested as always, and I couldn't tell if the hard glint in her eyes meant anything. Even Jesse and Rishi had worried frowns on their faces.

Roman regarded me with a carefully guarded look in his glacial eyes.

"So, they want me in exchange for absolving you guys of your criminal records," I started, not really as a question but rather a statement.

"Yes," Roman affirmed, his eyes narrowing the tiniest fraction as though he knew what I was about to say and was already refuting it in his head.

I let my shoulders lift in a casual shrug even though fear was beginning to gnaw at my insides. "Okay. So, let me go to them, then."

Roman's growl was instantaneous, filled with wild, unabated, crushing fury.

"Absolutely not!"

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