Part of Them

Part 33

All my life, I believed everything they told me without further questioning it. I never thought about the possibility that their possessiveness could reach such an extent.

And Rayi, the one who had always seemed so cold and distant to me, had actually been on my side all along? How come I didn't notice? And how could he, as a seemingly normal thinking person, suddenly turn on me and start supporting my, no, those crazy brothers?

I sat there for about 30 minutes, processing everything that Rayi just told me, when I heard the door click, and Rayi stepped back inside, his left sleeve pulled up.

He strode over to me without hesitation, parted my lips with his fingers, punctuated his wrist with one of his fangs, and pressed the bleeding wrist on my lips.

I still felt as though I was in a trance and didn't defend myself. It would be pointless anyways, he's much stronger than me. I didn't have a choice but to obediently swallow the blood flowing through my parted lips.

"You know, I would prefer it if you don't disclose anything of what I just said to you to your brothers," he spoke calmly, gently stroking my hair with his free right hand. "They would probably kill me for trying to backstab them."

I bit back a snide side remark. Those people aren't really my brothers after all.

Nodding my head slowly, Rayi slowly pulled his wrist back again. It wasn't bleeding anymore, the wound had healed up already.

"This should do," he said.

Glaring up at him through my pink-gray eyes, I huffed out in a frustrated manner. They never give me any choice at all and don't even think about asking me if I was alright with them doing it and Rayi seemed like he was especially happy to be able to dominate me in that kind of way.

Bipolar freak.

I think he has fully accepted agreeing with my brothers on just about anything and won't even think about them in a critical way anymore, he's just too content to be doubting stuff at the moment. In short - he was a lost cause.

Sighing, I watched as Rayi turned back around and started rustling through the room once more. I noticed a messy sheet of paper with weird symbols on it sticking halfway out of his back pocket while he was ruffling through the cabinets again.

Annoyed at him for disturbing the silence that I desperately needed to think I narrowed my eyes at his back.

"What are you looking for this time?" I growled at him.

He seemed too busy to turn around, but still answered nonetheless.

"Where the f* does Alerus keep his damn pens? I can't find a single one!" He exclaimed angrily.

Letting my eyes wander through the room, I saw something that could have the right shape for a pencil lying half on the countertop, and half over the edge. That must be a pencil.

"Try looking on the countertops first before you start rummaging through the cabinets and messing up the order in them," I told him emotionlessly, proud of being able to lecture him for once.

"What- Oh," His eyes had apparently just spotted the pencil too.

I wanted to see his ears turn red, or his face heat up, anything that indicated embarrassment, but nothing like that ever happened. He just wordlessly picked up the pencil and sat down on the nearest chair, which happened to be one of those spinny-stools that you would find at the dentist. Then he picked the clipboard which he had left on the countertop earlier back up and with one push of his legs, he went rolling through the room on the small stool and came to a halt at the other side of the room.

He didn't glance back up at me as I let my head fall back onto the pillow. Instead, he pulled out the now crumpled piece of paper, clipped it onto the clipboard and started scribbling away.

I could only guess what he was working on as he left me to think again. It was terrifying to think that the symbols on the paper probably had something to do with the curse on my back. Was he drawing prototypes on what he was going to change on that paper? Oh lord, he had to carve the changes into my back, right? Was that scalpel from earlier the tool he was going to use?

I imagined the excruciating pain I had gone through as Linda carved the amateur mark into my back - I never wanted to go through that again. It was a different kind of pain then when you got a normal cut. Sure, it stung like a b*tch too, but the pain had seeped through my entire body and it felt as if the cut wasn't being made on my back, but inside me.

Now that I come to think of it, that must've been the effects of the fresh curse entering my body, but I did find it a little strange that that feeling went away as quick as it came. It had almost disappeared entirely when I was left to my own devices after that. The normal pain was what remained longest.

Blinking, I turned my head to face Rayi again. He was looking down at his paper, wrinkling his forehead in concentration.

As much as I wanted the curse to disappear and it to stop conflicting my mind, I couldn't imagine how I would ever be able to feel some kind of affection for the boys again. I hadn't only been treated inconsiderately, but also been lied to all the time. They had left me in the dark and never bothered to tell me the truth, thinking I would be more happy that way. But wouldn't it have been more heartwarming if they told me how they rescued me from the street as an orphan back then? They seemed to lack the general understanding of sentimentals and all that sh*t.

Rayi's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had realized something by staring at the paper long enough, and started scribbling at an incredibly fast pace. Damn their lightning speed - they can even move their hands faster than normal people.

"Is that, what you're drawing there, what you're going to cut into my back?" I asked skeptically. He was drawing way too much for my liking, I didn't want all of that carved into my back. Couldn't he make it shorter?

"Mhm," He didn't glance up at me as he answered and just continued scribbling away.

My eyes widened in shock. Just how complicated was that curse exactly?

While I was considering that, a door flew open somewhere downstairs and the panicked cries of a woman echoed throughout the castle. But just as quickly as they came, they faded away as I heard more doors slamming open and shut.

They were taking somebody to the basement, I was sure of it. And by the all too familiar sound of the voice, I could only guess who it might be.

As my eyes bored holes into the side of Rayi's head, waiting for some kind of explanation or remark from him that I somehow knew would never come, I heard the click of the door and Alerus stepped inside, looking like a tornado had gone through his hair, but calm nonetheless.

Rayi didn't even look up at him, and just continued scribbling furiously on the paper.

Alerus walked over to the sink and washed his hands, and only then did I notice that they had been covered with blood. What had they done to her? Or, more importantly, what were they going to do to her?

Pulling out fresh medical gloves out of a box and stripping them on swiftly, he sanitized them and turned to face me.

"Now, where were we?"

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