“Five centuries ago, vampires were forbidden to have relationships with humans. It was against everything we stoodfor. But I” Her voice quivered for a moment before she continued with hatred, "I met him, a human. And I fell in love with him. Philip made me fall in love with him in the purest form possible. I introduced you to him and told you that he was the love of my life and that I was ready to settle down with him. I confided in you Aidan and what did you do?”
Aidan’s face went pale, his anger faltering for a moment.
“You ratted me out to our father,” Vera hissed. “You were the one who exposed my love. You were the one who told our father about him. And because of you, I lost everything. My love, my life, everything.”
“I never meant any harm when I told him, he was happy that you found love …” Aidan’s voice broke through, strained with confusion.
Vera’s laugh was bitter, twisted with old pain.
“He deceived you my dear little brother … Your father made a drastic decision to protect the secret of our kind. He killed my lover and cast me into exile. For years, I was punished and it’s all because of you! He burnt Philip in front of me and made sure to burn his family too. They were innocent.”
She stepped closer to Aidan, her face inches from his as she whispered venomously.
“You made me turn into this heartless monster.”
Tears filled my eyes as I listened to her words. What had happened to her? What had Aidan’s father done?
“I’m really sorry … I didn’t know …” Aidan stammered his voice full of remorse.
“Of course, you didn’t because you were always the golden child, our father always made sure to protect you. I’m glad I was able to kill him, and his death marked the beginning of my vengeance.”
“You were the one that killed our father?”
Vera’s lips curled into a chilling smile as she took another step closer to Aidan, the malicious satisfaction in her eyes unmistakable.
"Yes, I killed him," she said softly, her voice dripping with venom. "When I returned from my exile, I found him, and I made sure that death was the last thing he’d ever feel."
Her eyes gleamed as she continued, her voice lowering to a whisper as she recalled the grim detail.
"I waited until the right moment, waited until his trust in me was fully restored. Then, I approached him, pretending to be the loving daughter he thought he’d lost forever. But in that moment, I wasn’t his daughter anymore…I was the executioner."
I shuddered, the room feeling colder, heavier with every word she said.
"He trusted me," Vera continued, her voice laced with icy bitterness. "He took me into his arms, thinking I was the same little girl he’d exiled so many years ago. But instead of love, I gave him the greatest betrayal."
Vera’s hands trembled as she spoke, but it wasn’t out of fear—no, it was excitement. Dark joy.
"I poisoned him slowly, Aidan. I didn’t just kill him with one strike. I watched him suffer, felt him weaken as he begged me to tell him why, to forgive him. But it was too late. I enjoyed every minute of it, every second he struggled for breath. And when he finally died... I was the one who ended it all by ripping his heart out."
Aidan’s face twisted with horror and disbelief.
"How could you do that? He was your father! How could you—"
Vera cut him off with a harsh laugh, her eyes full of derision.
"I’ve waited so long for this moment, where I’d get to do the same thing I did to our father to you," Vera said, her voice trembling with excitement as she looked down at Aidan, still struggling to comprehend her words.
Tears of confusion and heartbreak welled in Aidan’s eyes as he struggled to process the depths of his sister’s darkness.
“You killed him,” Aidan repeated, his voice breaking, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You killed him... you killed Alma too…”
“You are forgetting one more person…” she said with a smirk.
“I killed Lancelot, Finn’s father,” she spat.
“What!” Finn snapped as he growled in anger and the chains on him broke.
Finn rushed to where she was and then suddenly a huge man appeared from the shadows and grabbed Finn by his neck.