A Vampire’s Fated Curse - Chapter 13

[Dylan’s angle]

What surprised me was that when I came out of the locker room, I saw that the man was also on the field.

Um, I must say, the man who was running around the field with a football made me a little curious.

He actually knew how to play football and even looked like he was doing well.

When I got on the field, one of the members of the team that the man was on wanted to take a break, so I naturally took his place.

As it turned out, I wasn’t mistaken. The man’s skills were indeed impressive.

Every movement he made was a combination of strength and speed. I couldn’t help but be stunned.

And then we went to play basketball, soccer, baseball and tennis. He was just as proficient.

Oh! He was a genius like me.

When I was in school, I was often complimented by the teachers of the societies. They even wanted to train me into a sports student. However, my parents didn’t agree, so they also let the matter rest. After all, these were just my hobbies. If I kept playing them, I wasn’t sure if I would still like them.

I looked over at the man’s figure as he ran across the field, then gulped down two mouthfuls of water and poured the rest over my head. I couldn’t help but exclaim at how satisfying the game was.

From an audience’s point of view, I felt that I should take back my words of saying he was like me. He was better than me.

The referee’s whistle blew and the match ended. Our team won.

The team members hugged and celebrated. I also smiled and walked up to hug the man.

The quickest way to develop a friendship between men was to have them fight or participate in a match, and make the other party acknowledge one’s strength.

I didn’t think I could be hostile to the man anymore unless he did something that would threaten my family.

“Psst.” I clutched my neck and gasped. Something seemed to have scratched me when I hugged the man earlier.

“Ah! Sorry, my ring scratched you. Where’s the school’s infirmary? I’ll take you there.”

I saw the man constantly rubbing the edge of his ring as he spoke to me with his face full of guilt.

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t have to go to the infirmary for such a small injury.” I gave the man a reassuring smile as I spoke.

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment before he slowly said, “Okay.”

After pondering for a while, I reached my hand out in front of the man. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Dylan Winslet.” If he wouldn’t hurt my family, I thought I’d love to be his friend.

“Hi, I’m Reese Norma.” The man said as he shook hands with me.

I heard from the students that Spurget High School had a break this afternoon, so there were more people on the field at this time.

Reese Norma and I sat in the audience stand and talked idly as we watched the game.

I was the one who asked him about Natalie Mendes first.

What I heard from Reese was the image of a lively, cute, strong and independent girl, and the girl was impressive, or rather, very impressive. She saved Reese when he was in danger and she guided him when he was confused. It was as if in Reese’s world, this girl was omnipotent.

Through our previous conversation, I was about 70% sure that the person he was looking for was my mother, Natalie Winslet.

But after hearing that, I was a little uncertain.

In my life, my mother was gentle. Although she was forgetful sometimes and would forget her wedding anniversary with my father, she would prepare breakfast and clothes for us to change into.

So, was my mother really the same person as that young girl? Or was this the so-called “love is blind?”

Oh my god! No way! Did Reese Norma like my mother?

No, no, no! Reese was too pitiful. I looked at him with sympathy. God knew how much my parents loved each other. Because of them, Evelyn and I were already used to being jealous of their love.

“Dylan, what’s wrong?” Reese asked me with confusion on his face.

“Nothing, go on. Why are you looking for her? Do I really look like her?”

In fact, I was going to ask if he liked her. But then, I thought about how pitiful Reese was. I decided to keep this secret to myself and not give this man who didn’t know he’d lost his love for years a blow.

“Well, there’s some resemblance, especially when you’re smiling.” Reese’s gaze on me was too gentle, and it gave me a chill down my spine. I quickly changed the subject.

“If you find her one day, what will you do?”

It was a question Reese had never seemed to consider. He fell into a long silence.

After a long while, he replied, “If I can really find her, I hope that she’s happy. I hope that she can throw away the shackles on her body and get the freedom she wanted.” Then, he smiled wryly and sighed. “This is really wishful thinking.”

“Wishful thinking?”

“Hm, because her family didn’t allow her to be with the person she loved, so the two of them sacrificed themselves.”

When I heard this, my jaw dropped so much that I could stuff an egg in it. What kind of Romeo and Juliet development was this? Those two people who always flaunted their love in front of Evelyn and me killed themselves for love? Then, where did we come from?

Luckily, Reese was too immersed in his own thoughts to notice my strange reaction.

I took a deep breath, not knowing what expression to make. I could only say “my condolences.”

It was already evening by the time I got back to the bakery. Evelyn was watching the store, Dad was busy in the back kitchen, and Mom was off somewhere.

I asked Evelyn casually, but she seemed to have lost her soul. She only answered me barely after I asked her a few times.

“What a strange day.” I muttered.