Time Suck [vampire! reader insert]

Chapter 22 [last breath]

If he did then well...you could say you finally understood why the other werewolves were acting so weird. Anyone would be uncomfortable knowing that someone so unstable has control over their lives.

"So." Canio's gruff voice made you return from your thoughts. "What's the 'problem' you were talking about?"

"It turned out that the members of my family were not the only vampires left."

He looked at you in slight shock but surprisingly didn't comment on it, letting you explain further.

"We have found lost ones running through the lands, which could mean there are other vampires who drink and change humans with no regard for their safety." Your expression hardened. "That's an incredibly bad thing, the lost ones are dangerous unhinged vampires with immense hunger for blood. They are without any guidance from elders or other more experienced creatures."

Canio looked at you with a cold gaze, his miss-matched eyes of purple and blue drilling holes in your skull. "And what if it was actually one of you fuckers who started it?" He turned his body back to you. "Maybe it was you? I wouldn't be surprised Quaesitor Sanguis. Despite your good popularity with the last chief, I've heard what kind of person you once were."

The back of your throat clenched but you refused to let the discomfort twist your expression.

He slowly stepped closer, his face showing a certain level of cockiness you weren't expecting to see from him. "I could even say that you're partially the reason for vampires' bad reputation." He paused for a second. "Aren't you?"

Your tongue ran across the row of your front teeth in irritation "Please, don't confuse my troubling younger years with a dire situation like this. I assure you I don't have anything to do with any of this."

His optics lingered on your face for another few seconds in complete silence, only the patter of paws in the distance lightly breaking the thick tension. Canio grumbled something under his breath before leaning on one leg and crossing his arms back across his chest.

You saw that as an opportunity to continue. "I know this is a tough decision to make, but we really need your assistance in containing the situation. Anyone can help, and your help would be greatly appreciated."

His face twisted even further, you could see he was weighing your words and the situation. It was not easy convincing creatures like him, werewolves, and especially alpha ones are incredibly prideful. Not to mention his already blades ego from being the leader of an entire pack.

Any conversation with types like him was walking on eggshells.

Canio's mouth opened but before he could utter out a single word your face morphed into sheer worry.

Pain pulled on the back of your scalp in a slow, dull burn. Something happened to your disciple. The mental link between vampires and their elders was like a heavy bell, it did not start chiming unless a heavy storm approached.

"Noah." You whispered, your head whipping to the side where you arrived from.

Canio looked at you with a surprised gaze, his eyes trailing in the direction you looked at in mild discomfort. "Quaesitor?" He questioned.

"I-" you stutter. The weight of the conversation was suddenly gone, your mind filled only with concern for Noah as if he was your own child and you've known him since the crib. "I need to go!" With panic on your face, you storm off in the direction of the lake.

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Noah couldn't contain the hiccups that shook his throat and stomach, beads of tears running down his red face that he continuously rubbed off with the back of his sleeve only for them to return in double the amount.