Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 73

[Veronica’s POV]

“Can you believe it? My lord is going to the human territory all because of her? While he always said excuses to us whenever we invited him out.”

I ignored Patricia’s constant prattling in my ears and fixed the shawl on my bare shoulders. My reflection mirrored on the window glass. Small golden curls cascaded to my waist. Phoenix’s blue eyes that portrayed coldness and indifference. Sensual lips that enticed and seduced. Huge breasts and tapered waist, drawing eyes to long shapely legs that no man could resist.

And yet . . . all of this was useless if I couldn’t have Charles’s heart.

What have I been doing all these years?

I was his most loyal servant. I had watched and protected him since way before Emelia arrived. I thought . . . I thought I had a chance after Emelia was gone. But here came another human who swept him off his feet.

My nails clawed my reflection. It hurt to see that woman staring at me. She was a stranger. A stranger that I took on the moment Emelia died to replace her in Charles’s heart.

I didn’t care if I was a replacement as long as he gave me a bit of his affection.

“I don’t even know what he sees in her! You’re the most beautiful out of us in terms of looks, while my body is the most alluring! While she . . . she’s average at most! I really don’t understand! She is not even his mate!”

I faced Patricia parched on the sofa with crossing legs and a glass full of blood in her hand. Her breasts were almost slipping from her thin nightgown, and I didn’t understand why she bothered putting on a dress in the first place if all of her body was transparent beneath her clothes.

“Aren’t you infuriated, Veronica? We have stayed by Charles longer than her and did whatever he said. But the way he treated us didn’t even come close to the way he was treating that bitc*!”

“Manners,” I said. “And that’s my lord Patricia. Don’t forget that Lord Charles is still the Master of this castle . . . our Master.”

She pouted and scowled. “You’re still the same. Manners and rules and customs and all that.” Her voice then faded into a whisper. “No wonder my Lord isn’t interested in you even if you had stayed with him the longest.”

My eyes burned crimson, and the glass in her hand broke. “Careful, Patricia. Though Lord Charles prohibited fighting amongst us, I could still inflict pain in ways that you’ll never know.”

Patricia’s face paled before she looked at the side and clicked her tongue. “At least Lizbeth did something . . . ,” she muttered under her breath.

Lizbeth . . . my anger simmered, and worry replaced it. Out of all of us, I was never comfortable around her. She had a special place in Charles’s heart, all because she was Emelia’s sister. It was evident how she told Catherine about Emelia, yet no one punished her for it. Not even Charles.

In a way, I was grateful that she could have that much freedom.

However, I didn’t like her because she appeared disinterested and meek. While she watched us fight for Charles’s attention, she used her identity to get closer to him in the shadows. Even though she didn’t show it, I knew, I felt it in every fiber of my veins –– she was the greediest amongst us.

And that kind of greed, like a bottomless pit, sooner or later would bring trouble in this household.

I sighed and looked over at my reflection again while Patricia brought another glass of blood.

It didn’t matter what Lizbeth did. As long as Charles wasn’t harmed, I could live with it. In fact, I was hoping that she could dispose of Catherine.

Knock . . .

Our head snapped on the door, and tension rolled in the air when two servants brought in a young woman vampire.

Blood stained her clothes, and cuts ran along her face and limbs. Her crimson eyes roamed wildly as she struggled to free herself.

Patricia wrinkled her nose and snorted. “Another one of Vein’s minions? Honestly, how many times is it this day? She couldn’t even protect herself! And Lord Charles is going to the humans’ territory with her? Didn’t she know how dangerous is the human territory nowadays?”

Like her, I was angry too. While Catherine was all locked up in the tower, protected and cared for by Charles, making sure that she remained unharmed. We were tasked to eliminate Vein’s minions who were snooping around in the castle.

“Take her to the dungeon,” I said.

Vein’s minion came right on time. I had to release my anger on someone, or I was afraid I would lose control and kill Catherine myself.

Patricia didn’t come. She returned to her room while I went to the cell. She was never one into gore and blood, though she would turn sadistic if it were a man who was captured.

Inside the murky place raking of blood and violence, the young vampire was shackled with her hands and feet against the bricks.

“Who commanded you to snoop around here?” I asked. I already knew it was Vein, but I still needed to ask for formalities sake.

“. . .”

“Aren’t answering, are we? It didn’t matter . . . my question is not important anyway since you’re still going to die like the others.”

My eyes darted to the ashes on the side, and the young woman visibly trembled. She must be newly turned —one of the many pawns that Vein had that he could dispose of any time.

Maybe he thought that newly turned were enough to infiltrate Charles’s castle and find Catherine’s whereabouts? They were indispensable, after all.

Heh! How laughable.

My lord maybe calm and avoided fights whenever he could, but I could attest to his strength.

My fingers sprawled on the blades, saws, chains, drills, and many other pieces of equipment for torture on the table. I picked up a silver knife and threw it straight into the young woman’s eyes.

“Argh!”

Her scream pierced the room, but I only threw another knife into her eyes.

“You just thought that you could endure the torture because you’re a vampire now, no? But don’t you know that our eyes are the most sensitive part of our body? And with that silver knife implanted on your eyeballs, you can never heal that part, and the pain would only intensify.”

“Gyargh!” she bit her lips, drawing blood to stifle her groans. “Kill me! Kill me now! I would never say anything to you!”

I sweetly smiled. “We’ll get to that.”

In a way, I admired that she was loyal to Vein. The previous once surrendered at the mere touch of silver on their intimate parts.

“What’s the rush?” That’s right. I haven’t let out my anger yet.

I drilled a silver screw against her joints. Thinking that it was Catherine, I was torturing.

It made me infuriated just thinking about it, and Catherine might not even know that she was locked in the tower because the castle was no longer safe for her. I bet she was crying and looking pitiful while we took care of Vein’s minions for her.

I hammered thin silver nails on the young vampire’s fingers one by one. Her screams were like cats shredded inside a blender. The other servants who watched cringed at the sight, but all I thought about was Catherine and Charles together.

While my lord was taking care of the mess she made, she was sleeping worry-free in the tower while enjoying Charles’s blood and affection.

I ripped the young woman’s limbs, inch by inch by the chainsaw in my hand, and let it regenerate before doing it again and again until my anger was sated.

I was Charles’ right-hand man and leader of his servants. Being the oldest who stayed by his side, I was also the strongest of all his servants. I was their leader and his lover. I forgot how many I’d killed, all in his name.

I never once complained as long as he was happy. As long as he patted me on the head for a job well done.

I never once complained . . .

“Argh!”

A scream tore through my lungs, and I smashed the young vampress head with my hand. The others back away, shaking with fear.

Until now . . .

Why?! Why can’t you love me?!

“Burn her body,” I spat and went out of the room.

My back faced the metal door, and I slid to the floor, clutching myself with my arms. My lungs were tight as my heart was twisting in pain.

I breathed in and out to calm myself, but the rage wouldn’t simmer. I hated myself for wanting more even if I knew from day one that Charles would never give me the one thing I always wanted –– his love.

It was not Catherine’s fault nor Charles’s. I had just simply hoped for too much and was left devastated yet again.

How much longer do I have to live this way?

Is this my eternity now?