It was like a slap in the face, and the shame I felt was so strong that I thought my cheeks would burn as they flushed red. Ella had a lopsided smile on her face, while it seemed I was the only one dazed at what was going on.
Ella just proved once again that he do listen to her and does what she requests. same in the classroom and here right now.
Are my eyes deceiving me? Isn't this Dracula, the Lycan prince?
"Why are you gawking at me that way? Are you coming in or not? I have other things to do!" I heard him huff directly at me with a narrowed gaze, without even looking at Ella, who was standing beside me.
His eyes were cold, just like his voice, and it seemed like my presence was pinching on his skin. For a few moments, I couldn't speak. My gaze shifting from him to Ella in confusion.
"I thought you said you don't accept students inside your office? Why did you change your mind suddenly after you heard Ella's voice?" I couldn't hold back as I shot the question at him, giving him a long stare with raised brows.
His nose wrinkled as he scoffed and glazed his gaze from my head to my toes, disgust plastered all over his face as if I were a piece of shit.
"If I were you, I wouldn't waste this opportunity. We are lucky he allowed us in his office, so let's go in so you can tell him whatever you had to say.." Ella drew close to my ear and whispered, forcing me to dart an angry look at her, and when I saw her smirk, I felt like choking her to death.
I hissed and turned back to Dracula, but he had already left the door and moved back into the office. The door was still left open for us.
Ella and I stepped in and stood in front of his desk while he kept his eyes on whatever he was doing on the table.
"Who was the Ella you mentioned earlier?" He uttered before I could say anything, and my brows furrowed at his question, which sounded like a joke or some kind of prank, yet his facial expressions or countenance didn't make it look like one.
"I don't understand." I snapped, and he looked up at me, his dark green eyes becoming scarier as he seemed to be getting angry, but why does this anger always build up when he looks at me.
I had been here with Ella all this time, but he hadn't looked at her for two seconds. Those annoyance was always when he saw me; meanwhile, Ella was the girl he vowed to kill for being a demon and using dark magic on him.
Has he lost his mind?
"Why are you acting weird and behaving as if you don't know who we are. Did you lose your memories? You suddenly don't know who Ella here is? Even if you forgot everything, have you forgotten this!" I was almost shouting as frustration kept hitting hard on me while I ransacked my one-sided bag to bring out the flute he handed us.
"What did you come here to tell me? And also, what was the question you raised your hand to ask when I was introducing myself in the class?" He threw the questions at me with a stern voice and grim expression.
"I wanted to ask if you are a clone of Dracula, the Lycan prince. I want to know if you were really the Lycan prince, because I don't just understand what is going on with you?!" I sighed and held the flute up to his face.
"You gave us this. It was to alert you when we found this girl beside me. We blew it till our throats were all sour but you didn't show up. She is now in your possession! What is still holding you? Are you allowing a demon to go scot free after all they...."
"Keep quiet!" His deep growl shook me to my core, and my lips snapped shut as I backed away, terrified.
His eyes were almost blazing as if there were fire in them, and it seemed as if his muscles had grown larger and more powerful.
"I am not a demon! I swear! They all made it up and tagged me as one. All they told you were lies, just so you would kill me! I swear, all we felt was real. I am your mate, please don't kill me." Ella fell to her knees with her head hanging low as she sobbed.
Laura had told me about what the demons did to his Lycan family, so I knew how deep his hatred and rage were for that clan. He goes wild just at the mention of demons, and now all I needed to do was remind him that Ella was one of them, just as we had made him believe before.
"Where is the proof that she is a demon?" He stood to his feet as that question rolled out of his mouth menacingly.
I shuddered and squinted my eyes, petrified at the terrifying sight of Dracula. He hadn't transformed into his Lycan beast yet, but I could feel his beast drawing nearer and his deadly aura choking the air, sending a real foreboding warning to me.
"You all told me she was a demon, but you had no proof! Why do I think you all planned to force me to kill her over a fabricated allegation?" He thundered at me, stepping out of his desk as he glared at me.
"She...she... Laura..I..thought... I mean, the girl here killed her mother goryly with bare hands, ate her heart, and was drinking her blood at the age of sixteen... doesn't that make her a demon?" I stuttered, forcing words from my mouth as I was literally trembling.
What I said struck a chord with him, and for the first time since we arrived, he paused and fixed his gaze on Ella, his eyes narrowing and his lips pursed.
His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion as he stared at Ella, who had raised her head and was looking back at him with tears in her eyes.
"You did that?" He asked under his breath, his fists clenched, his knuckles white.
"And not only that, she also insisted that her mother had turned into a demon who wanted to kill her, and that is why she killed the woman who carried her for nine months and took care of her. So wicked!" I added, scoffing and shaking my head in disbelief.
"Is all that true?" Dracula demanded, staring intently at Ella.
She reluctantly nodded, and his eyes lit up in great disappointment, and I could see the grimace of disgust all over his face as he took a few steps away from her.
"Doesn't that make you a demon?" He growled lowly, breathing heavily as their gazes stuck to each other. As the sense of victory returned to my heart, happiness rushed through my veins once more.
I was getting what I wanted.
"No." Ella responded, tears falling freely from her eyes as she slouched and stared down at the floor.
"Your mother was able to accommodate a demon in her spirit, which means she isn't a mere wolf like others. And she is your mother, which also means you aren't a normal wolf. You were just 16 when you murdered her. What power did you use to kill a demon?" Dracula's gruff voice echoed through the ominous silence of the office.
"Those same questions that had been bothering...."
"Will you shut that dirty mouth?!" He lashed out at me, and I slapped my mouth shut after murmuring an apology.
"I can't explain. I think I am cursed!" Ella broke down in tears, and I could swear I saw those sparkles of tender emotions glowing all over Dracula's eyes all of a sudden, and those fists that were clenched tight softened as his hardened face went back to normal.
"You are...what?" I sneered, and Dracula turned to me sharply.
"Leave this place now!" He ordered, and I got confused at his sudden order. Why would he send me out now?
"Please, sir, I was the one who had a lot to talk to you about. She just followed me because she is my slave, as you can see by the mark at the corner of her...."
A very hot back slap from him landed on my left cheek so hard that I stumbled and crashed on the floor, screeching and howling in the burning sensation that numb my face and turned my brain blank. I couldn't even see clearly as the slap equally blurred my vision.
It was so painful, and the force also made my lips bleed from a little cut.
"I don't want to repeat myself again." He snarled, taking a step toward me, which sent a panic attack through my brain, forcing all the adrenaline of my survival instinct to rush through all my veins. I'm not sure how, but I saw myself bursting out of the door blindly at a speed I didn't realize I had.
It was just a slap, and I was almost dying, few more beatings from him and my life would come to an end. I can't allow that.
The door was slammed against my face as I lay outside the door, my already-red cheeks twinging in burning pain as I gently rubbed them.
He slapped me!
He slapped me like a puppet!
That mother fucker laid his filthy hands on me and slapped me in front of Ella! Fuck you!
I was screaming inside my head, afraid to open my lips so those words wouldn't slip out.
The school bell rang for break, and at that moment I let out a deep grunt, trying to sit up from the ground and leave the hallway before the teacher going to teach would start stepping out and see me here.
I managed to stand up with my palm on my swollen cheek. I needed to visit the school clinic to get an ice pack before my cheek got burned. My eyes glanced at the closed doors, and I felt grumbles growing inside my chest.
After those sparks of emotion in his eyes, he sent me out to have some private time with her.
Today is definitely going to be the last time I make the mistake of bringing Ella to this school. When I first saw him walk into the room as the teacher, I expected to enjoy watching him deal with Ella mercilessly.
Funny enough, at the end, I was the one that got slapped mercilessly.