Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Celestina's POV

Even though I have seen all the foods in this table, I still look at it all for the second time just to make sure that there is really no fresh blood. And there is really nothing. There is a goblet beside his plate and it is in a shade of red. But not as red and not as thick as the blood. And I sure as hell that is a wine. Wait! A wine? In this very morning? Well, that was maybe a vampire thing. And that is least of my concern now.

"What? Don't you like the food they served?" King Zen asked me and I panic when he looks at Mirah with a mad in his face. I saw the way how the little girl's face turned pale and it is obviously because of fear. Imagine the fear she is feeling right now just because of a single look that King Zen has given her. He does not even saying a word yet but I can already see her stammering. Well, I could not even blame her because King Zen is really that scary. I just could not understand myself how I was able to stand him this long. I am pretty sure that even other people--or even vampire are wondering on how was I able to do that because I am pretty sure that even vampires are afraid of him too.

"No, King Zen," I said to get his attention. And he did not disappoint me when he immediately looks at me right after I called his name. And I do not want him to cause fear to some that has nothing done wrong with him. He has to control his anger and I do not know if I can do anything about that. I am also afraid to talk to him about that attitude because there is a big possibility that he will not listen to me. Who am I for him to listen anyway? "I eat all of these. I was just waiting for you to start," I said and he frowns.

"Why do you need for me to start first? You can start even though I was not starting yet," he tells me and I grimaced. I do not think I could do that. This is his mansion and that could be so disrespectful. And one more thing, he has not offer me to eat yet. I just sat just like what he did.

"That would be disrespectful," I said and he grimaces. Based on his reaction, he finds what I said weird. What part of it was weird? That was a code, right? You must wait for the owner of the house to offer you to eat," I said and he grimaced even more.

"You are the one living here. You have all the right in this house," I said and I cannot hide the surprise on what he said. He is considering me living here? Yea, like living? Not just staying for a short period of time? And I do not know should I feel about that fact because I think that it is also mean that I will be here longer. And I wonder of how long could that be? Does staying here means no seeing my father? Isn't he going to allow me to see him even for quite some time? I can deal with a once a week meeting with my dad. He is the only one I have and I do not want to be outdated with him.

I was trying to call him several times already but his number is still unattended. And I am starting to worry with the thought of the vampires might harmed him already. Because of that thought, I could not help but look at him. I was hesitant to ask him about that but my heart will not be at peace if I could not get any assurance that my dad is still breathing. And I do not know what I can do with King Zen once I found out that he has done something bad with my dad. I know that I am no match with him but I would still try to get my father a revenge if ever he has harmed him.

"What's with the look?" he asks me curiously because I am kind of staring at him. There is no reason for me to throw that question at him. I am a worried daughter and I am sure that he will somehow understand that. That is not even a hard question as long as he has a clean conscience. But do vampires have that? Well, we will find out.

"How was my dad?" I asked him without beating around the bush because I need an answer now. And I can see that he was somehow caught off guard with my question. Well, I cannot blame him because it was really all of a sudden. Well, I just like what I said, I am just a worried daughter and he will surely understand where I was coming from.

"And why are you asking that?" he ask, stopping himself from picking up a knife. I can't help but scoff because he still asked for the reason.

"Is that even a question, King Zen? Of course, he is my father and I need to know," I said and I cannot hide both annoyance and sarcasm in my tone. I feel a little scare because I might have pulled the trigger in his patience and he will be mad at me. And that might be the reason why we could not start eating. And I cannot skip another minute without eating because the truth is I am already starving.

"He is fine," he simply answered before continue picking up the knife. His answer is so bored as if he is telling me that he has no time for it. I have no plan to pursue this conversation anyway. And even though he seems bored to talk about it, his answer satisfies me because I know that there is no reason for him to lie about that fact. He does not have to lie because I cannot do anything about it.