CHAPTER 57: THE TRUTH WITHOUT FILTER

The doors were locked.

Windows were broken with the glasses having stains of blood.

Most of the chairs were either broken or had been thrown away, sitting upside down.

And, there were broken glasses all over the floor.

Lifeless bodies were lying everywhere. Fresh bodies that had just been slaughtered and dismembered. Everything looked ghastly like something from a horror view, and the once bubbly place that was filled with laughter, sex, smoke, and fun was now as quiet as a graveyard.

In the middle of everything, Alastair was sitting on the bar shelf with his head between his hands. He was rubbing his chest, grunting louder and louder by the second with so much frustration and anger.

He was on the verge of running insane.

And Killing was not helping matters at all.

On a normal day, a bit of blood on his hands was enough to calm him down.

But Tonight, both hands were dripping with blood. He had made sure enough blood had been spilled, but it seemed it was not enough.

His grunts of frustration grew louder, and he clutched his chest wishing he could rip out his heart and throw it out. Why was it causing him so much suffocating?

Why can’t be breathe properly?! Why is he on the verge of losing control? How can this tiny organ be capable of throwing him off balance this much? Is this the price of having a heart?!

For how long is this going to continue?

Alastair kept asking himself all these questions. Blood was not going to quench this thirst that was building inside his chest. The things he felt could not be explained, but all he knew was that they were directed at one person.

The Little Siren.

The outburst spreading through his chest was doing this because of her. And since he could not explain what he was feeling and it was agonizing, he was only going to blame it on her.

He was too selfish to see fault in himself.

He stopped rubbing his temple when his wandering large eyes caught the sight of two flowers right next to him on the counter. He had found them peeking from the pocket of her dress after he had stabbed her...and they had turned out to be a Rose and Gladiolus flower.

The same type of flower that had bloomed outside the mansion.

He had thought to himself that she must have picked them up during their walk this afternoon as they had strode past a flower shop.

Staring at the flowers alone was making his heart hurt even more, and he broke into a cough so he could finally get some air into his lungs.

What the hell was wrong with him? He hated this feeling.

If this was what it meant to have a heart, then he didn’t want it.

But without a heart...he was imperfect.

Thinking about it was making him mad, and the stench of blood that usually calmed him down was driving him insane. He jumped down the counter and made to leave when his attention moved to the flower on the counter.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to take another step and leave that flower sitting there.

Alastair gritted his teeth, seething in anger as he made to pick it up when his fingers stopped an inch before he could touch them. The blood stains all over his hand prevented him from moving any further, afraid he would stain the pretty flower with blood.

Aaliyah was not a fan of seeing blood all over him.

What the hell was he thinking? This has to be the craziest thing that has happened to him. How on earth was he supposed to fix this?

Alastair had to wash his hands thoroughly before picking up the flower. Every time he thought of abandoning it and walked away, his chest would constrict badly.

Even as he took it back home, it was still an unbearable feeling.

He could not believe something as light as a flower was this heavy to carry. It was heavier than anything he ever had to carry.

As he stepped into the mansion, he could not help himself but walk behind the mansion. There were vines all over the place, forming one large ball...and hidden behind the vines was a deep well.

It was the location he had thrown Aaliyah’s body into, and several other Purebloods he had harbored in this mansion, hoping they could see the Maqbath. He had made sure she was dead before dragging her body and tossing her into the well, so even if he did retrieve the body, there was no way to bring her back to life.

That would be her final resting place.

She had done a job well done.

And yet...his heart refused to agree to this.

Even though he could hear how fast it was slamming against his ribcage, he still placed a hand over it.

At that moment, memories flooded his mind of them.

Gazing at the stars, playing around the house... talking back at each other, and making love.

Her intoxicating scent, her pure and happy blue eyes filled with life, her petite frame, and her long blonde hair.

But Most importantly, her smile.

Every moment they shared together was at the very front of his heart.

He thought about all those times he had simply watched her while she wasn’t looking, repeatedly asking himself what he was doing.

Apart from the fact that she was the only woman among all the others who could see the Maqbath and also she had survived the hollow, there was no other difference between her and the rest.

She was just as scared, sheltered, and lost as the others.

So, what made her different from the others? Why can’t he stop thinking about her?

’ You don’t need to have a reason to fall in love with someone, you dumbass Immortal. You just do, because you have no other option but to love them and love them hard. This is Love, ’ His subconsciousness replied harshly, spitting out the truth without filter.

And that was all Alastair needed to hear.

He dived Into the well and snatched her body, climbing back up in a hurry. He could not think of anything else to do or how to restore life into her body, and that brought hot tears running down his eyes.

The first thing he saw when he jumped out was Theodore standing there again, shaking his head at him.

Alastair carried her in his arms, the vulnerability of everything gushing down his eyes, "I know you know a way. I want Aaliyah back to life. I want...my wife back to me, please,"

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