Part 64

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Not really having any plans on where to go, Bled walked, almost like he was skipping, down the road. Planted with a massive smile in his handsome pale white face. He almost resembled a love-sick puppy as he thought about the hug he had awhile ago with his mate. Well, he always resembled one when he received sweet moments like this with her.

     He sighed as he recalled the feeling of enveloping the girl with his arms. Closing his eyes while in the process of recalling. It lasted for a minute before opening his blue eyes again, snapping out from that daydream.

     It was amazing, right? On how a weak mortal girl could change him so much. He regretted so much for hurting her back then. Of not accepting her at first. He thought that she won't ever forgive him, but she did.

     He felt tears forming in my eyes. But he ignored it. These warm tears were composed of gratefulness and happiness, all for his beloved Rys.

     Thank you, mate...

      He wiped the tears away and fixed himself before going on. As he walked on with a now small smile, he passed by the abandoned park. The park where he and Rys have their first date. He looked at it first. But then something caught his eyes.

      Is that Hash?

      He squinted his eyes to see if it was real. To see if the crying boy in the swing was really that annoying brother of his. His heart swelled in pity when he realized that the boy was no really other than Hash.

     Why is he crying? Bled asked himself, but he got no answer. He never saw Hash cried, only once or twice when their kids. He wanted to call out to him. But he maintained his silence; and after mustering courage, he walked over to his older brother.

      Hash didn't notice him at all when he reached him. Which was odd, for after all he was called The Ghost of the Vampires.

     The vampire was instead just there, crying. His cold hands covering his flushed wet face. Sobs escaping his lips every once and now. Bled stared at him for awhile, thinking that Hash looked like a kid in that position.

      "D-d-damnit! Why can't I just have her?" Bled heard his brother mutters to himself.

    So, he's heartbroken...

      Bled, honestly, wanted to laugh, but there was no time for that. Hash was crying, and this was supposed to be the time to comfort him. He finally revealed his presence to his brother by patting Hash gently in the back.

      "What happened?" Bled asked softly.

      Startled, Hash jumped from the seat. His wet face filled with streaming tears being uncovered to the little brother. Bled's face turned to a shock one. Sooner later, after giving Hash a pitiful look, he asked again with a more concerned voice.

     "What happened?"

     Hash snarled at him, his raging dark blue eyes was instantly painted bloody red. He turned his back on his little brother, obviously mad...

      At him? Why?!

     Bled gave him a confused look. It was evident to see that Bled didn't know about Hash loving his mate Rys. Bled's fangs were visible as he cried to his brother exasperatedly, "Did I do something wrong?"

      "What do you think?!" Hash hissed. He didn't care anymore. He lost it. He lost his first love, his childhood friend. He lost Rys. He was so in rage to think rationally. Forget his future mate; Rys was irreplaceable in his heart.

      Before Bled could even grasp it, Hash's closed fist contacted with his face.

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     "What do you mean by that?" Rys asked the old woman who was placing down the plates in the table. Pinkie's eyebrows furrowed as her friend's voice caught her attention. The old woman simply smiled as if she was innocent.

     "What do you mean?" Theresa reflected back.

      Rys sighed. She cannot help get annoyed with this old woman. Why was she like this? Why was she acting kind when on a little while, she will go back on being such a b*tch? Rys wanted to lash out on her, but she prevented herself to do so.

     "Theresa, just answer her freaking question," Pinkie suddenly interjected. The blonde haired girl might not know what was Rys talking about, but she was also starting to get irritated with the old witch.

     "Well, you'll see it later." Theresa got an urge to let out a cackle as she thought on what will Rys's next reaction be. She then went back to the kitchen to get the food. As she entered, she saw Tyre holding a plate of five chicken wings who was about to leave the room.

     "What are you doing?" Theresa frowned upon the man. "Won't you join us for breakfast?"

       Tyre immediately shook his head, his brown eyes wide. "No..." His voice was shaky as he continued, "She's there. I might lose my control if she's there."

      "You get it...Right?" He whispered.

     Theresa was caught off guard. Losing her voice for a moment while she gazed on the poor werewolf man. Of course, she get it... She had experienced this before. With him. She blinked her eyes, wanting to erase his face.

      She swallowed. "Yes. I-I-I get it."

      Tyre nodded at her with a small smile. Then he murmured a thank you before leaving the old woman all to herself. Exactly as he left, the old woman collapsed on the floor. Finally, finally, she was spilling out the tears she tried to hide from the world.

      Of course, I get it... I'm mateless like you and fell for a man I cannot have.

      She should have known it. And besides, she was just a slut to his dark blue eyes. She let out a whimper at the memory of them having a good time in that red bloody night. Theresa softly cried out his name,

     "Krux..."

     She let out a weak smile when wide-eyed Rys entered the kitchen. She was obviously shocked at her pathetic state. She wiped the tears away and gave the young girl a forged laugh. Theresa tried to stand up on herself. Rys immediately tried to help her, but Theresa simply dismissed her help.

      "Don't help me. I can do it," The old woman muttered.

      When the old woman was finally standing up, Rys asked her with a small voice, asking what happened back there. On why she was crying. Theresa bit her lips and aggressively wiped her wet cheeks dry.

      "Have you ever wonder on why I dislike you?" Instead of answering, she asked the black haired girl a question.

      Rys, of course, nodded. She didn't know on why Theresa was like that to her. The black haired girl looked away from the old woman's gray eyes and asked, "Are you going to explain on why you..."

      Before she could even finished it, she was interrupted with the old woman's laugh. Though, Rys could see that it was forced. Theresa grinned at her even though her gray eyes held anger and sadness...

      "I'm f*cking mateless!" She screamed at the girl, making Rys flinched.

"Did you know that?!! Did you?! I'm f*cking jealous on how you could have lots of men when I cannot even have one!"

     Rys was unsure how to respond. She was bad at these things. She tried to reach out a hand to the old woman, but Theresa only slapped it away. At the same time, Pinkie appeared on the doorway.

     "And you!" The old witch tremblingly and tearfully pointed at the blonde haired girl.

     "You should be contented with having a girl mate! Tsk, at least you have a mate while I... freaking don't."

     She then let out a sickening smile.

     "I wonder what would you both do if you both found out...hehehe."

     Pinkie's eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed the old woman's arms, shaking it furiously. Rys could only watched the situation before her. A tear soon dropped.

What was happening right now?

     She bit her lips.

     "What have you just done?!" Pinkie desperately shouted at Theresa. She only responded with a chuckle. It sounded so much like insane ones. Rys narrowed her eyes on the old witch. Have she gone mad?

      "Hehehe, oops, here's the call now?!" Right after Theresa said that, Pinkie's phone rang in her jean's pocket. The blonde haired woman was forced to drop the old woman. Rys could see that her friend was trembling as she grabbed the phone.

     "Who is it?" Rys reluctantly whispered.

     "It's Bled..." was her grave answer. The old woman chuckled more, making Rys want to stitch up her dry lips. Pinkie slowly answered it. Exchanging with a few words in the other line, Pinkie gasped unexpectedly.

      Rys immediately asked her, fear coursing over her veins. Her heart's beat sped up. Pinkie hanged up on the phone, still not answering her question. Theresa's insane chuckles could be only heard in the still kitchen.

      "Pinkie, please..." the poor girl begged.

      Pinkie stubbornly shook her head, not wanting to respond. Rys was already crying, but she still did not speak.

     "Please."

     Pinkie inhaled deeply and was about to reply, but the old woman did the service of answering for her. She got that mentally cringy grin plastered all over her wrinkly face. Rys didn't mind the grin, for she felt like the time had stopped when she heard it.

     "Bled's in the hospital. Hahaha! He's in a coma. Isn't that f*cking nice to hear, my dear Rys!"

      No...

     No...

     No...

     I cannot believe this! She glanced at my best friend for the truth, her eyes watery. But Pinkie only mumbled a sorry. Her tears streamed down as she screamed out a piercing no. Her heart felt like being torn into pieces. It was like that time. That time when she watched her mate died in front of her that night.

     "Rys..." She heard Tyre called out to her as he entered the kitchen. But she didn't mind it. Pinkie immediately engulfed Rys into a tight hug.

Theresa chuckling... Tyre desperately calling out to her... Pinkie trying to comfort her... She ignored it.

     What if he's dead? I'm scared.

     Pinkie looked to her crying best friend, hugging her more. "It's okay, Rys. It's okay. Do you want to visit Bled?"

     Rys whimpered as a reply.

     Tyre's heart felt like exploding to see her crying while hugging her best friend. Although it was not clear on what happened, he was sure that it was all Theresa's fault. He marched over the still chuckling witch and grabbed her in the neck.

      "What did you do?!" He growled.

      The old woman nonchalantly shrugged with a smile. "I do not know. All I know is that I just informed her that her mate is in the hospital."

     He gritted his teeth and angrily retreated his hand. Mate. so it was all about her mate! He glanced at the girl and sighed. He then slowly walked towards the hugging girls and whispered to the crying Rys.

      "Everything's fine. Your mate is still alive," He spoke out softly and patted her hair. "He is just in the hospital."

      Pinkie smiled at the man while Rys sniffed at the words he said. "Are you sure?"

      "Yeah, of course! He's not like some ordinary man after all!" Tyre exclaimed at the black haired girl. Wiping her tears afterward with a small smile.

The old witch watched it happened, not understanding on why he did that...

      Pinkie's heart softened at the sight. This is the kind of man she likes. The kind of man who would... She felt tears forming in her eyes, and she did nothing. Rys sighed at Tyre's hand contacting with her wet skin.

     "Thank you, Tyre," She breathed out.

     And after that, Pinkie and Rys rushed to the hospital, leaving Tyre and Theresa. As Tyre was about to go back to his room, he was stopped by the still shock witch. Theresa gave him a curious look as she asked him a question.

      "Why did you do that?"

      Tyre looked at her, confused at first, but then later understood what she meant. He cracked out a smile and responded in the simplest way.

      "Easy. It's because I want to."

     Theresa was left surprised at his answer. She then laughed later afterwards when she was able to finally process those words into her mind.

     Oh...such simple words from a cocky pup. She chuckled, but stopped when she felt a presence in her house.

      Pars...