His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

Custodian

Lord Emerson's POV

I looked at Doctor Francis, waiting for him to laugh about it and tell me that he was joking, but he didn't, confirming that what he was saying was the truth. “You are not joking about this,” I asked to be certain, and he nodded his head. “Your sister, Lady Sophie, adopted Emma when she was just five years old from an orphanage in France during one of her trips there,” he explained while I furrowed my brow, confused. How could my sister have an adopted child, and I knew nothing about it?

“This is a joke,” I scoffed, but Doctor Francis wore a serious look on his face. “I believe the reason you've not been able to see her around is that your sister put her in a boarding school, and whenever she comes home from holiday, she hides her away from you,” Doctor Francis explained, and all I could do was remain shocked and stunned. I was confused about why my sister would adopt a child and keep her away from me. Why would she do that?

“Is she a vampire by birth?” I asked, and Doctor Francis shook his head. “She isn't our kind; rather, she is a human. I believe that's why your sister kept her away from you,” he added, causing a heavy sigh to leave my lips. “Damn it,” I grunted and then ran my fingers through my hair. Now I know why my sister kept her away from me all this while.

“Where is she? I want to see her,” I said, and Doctor Francis nodded before leading the way while I followed him behind. We walked past a few doors before we stopped in front of a private room. “She is in there,” Doctor Francis announced before he opened the door, and he stepped in while I followed.

The moment I stepped into the room, an intoxicating scent of fresh blood hit my nose, forcing my eyes to look in the direction of the smell of the blood. As I moved my gaze around, my eyes fell on a little pretty girl who was seated on the bed, her eyes interlocking with mine. For a moment, I froze as I got lost in the most alluring set of sea-blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. Those eyes looked innocent yet so charming and alluring. My gaze moved to her wounded hand, which was being taken care of by a nurse, and instantly, I lost control. My eyes became dark, and my fangs were threatening to come out. “s**t,” I turned my back on them and then closed my eyes, so I could control myself.

What was happening was strange because I was a vampire by birth, which means I could see a wounded person, and it wouldn't have an effect on me. In fact, I eat normal food just like humans and only take blood once in a while, and those are blood I brought from the hospital. Over the years, I have never reacted to seeing or perceiving blood until now. Just by seeing and smelling her blood, all the organs in me went out of control, which was so strange.

“Are you okay,” Doctor Francis asked, and I nodded my head before sucking a deep breath to calm my emotions. After calming my emotions, I opened my eyes and then turned back to hold gaze with those set of sea-blue eyes, which were mixed with emotions. I looked at her, and she looked back at me with surprise in her eyes. The scent of her blood hit my nose again, but I controlled my emotions and took steps closer to her.

“How are you doing,” Doctor Francis asked her, but she didn't respond to him; rather, she fixed her gaze on me. Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions, but the one that stood vividly was fear. She was scared of me. “Lord Emerson,” she called out to be sure it was me. By her words, it was clear she knew me, while I knew nothing about her.

“This is Lord Emerson, your uncle,” Doctor Francis said, and a big frown appeared on my face. The word “uncle” seemed strange to me, and I hated it. She held my gaze with unwavering eyes while she stared at me with fear but also curiosity.

I saw her gulp, and then she moved her gaze away from me and fixed it on Francis. “Where is mother?” she asked with a shaking voice, while Doctor Francis stared at me before looking back at her. “She is fine,” he lied to her, which caused me to groan. I saw no need in lying.

“She is in a coma,” I announced, and that made her move her attention towards me. “What…" she stammered. “I believe you heard me right; my sister is in a coma,” I stated firmly, and I saw her gasped. She looked back at Doctor Francis, perhaps to get confirmation from him, and when he didn't say a word, that was when she realized that I was saying the truth.

“No, this can't be true,” she cried and tried leaving the bed, but the two nurses held her. “I want to see her; please take me to her,” she cried out, and I sighed and looked at Doctor Francis, who had a worried look on his face.

I watched Doctor Francis go over to comfort her, telling her that it was just temporary and that Sophie would be fine. I stood at the exact spot and watched her calm down and then lay on the bed. Soon, she fell asleep, probably from the injection given to her.

As she slept, I moved closer to her and began examining her with my eyes. Firstly, I noticed her black, long, thick hair which fell on her shoulders. Her pointed nose was remarkable, and then my eyes went to her lips. Gosh…

“What are you doing?” I snapped at myself and moved away from her. I looked at Doctor Francis, who looked back at me. “Please, let's go to my office,” he gestured, and I stole one last glance at the pretty little girl sleeping soundly. A throaty groan left my lips as I turned and walked away. I followed Doctor Francis to his office and took the visitor seat across from him.

“Why didn't you tell me my sister adopted a child?” I threw that question at Doctor Francis the moment we were settled in our seats. “Because your sister didn't want you to know,” he said, and I raised a questioning brow at him. “She said you might not like her daughter because she is a human, and she knows how much you don't like humans,” he said, and I groaned. “I don't hate humans; I just don't like being around them,” I cut him, and he sighed. “We are still saying the same thing,” he said, and I frowned and relaxed back in my seat.

A frustrated sigh left my lips as I tiredly massaged my forehead. All of this was too much for me to bear at a time like this. “Are you okay? You seem worked out,” Doctor Francis asked worriedly, but I didn't give him a response.

“Are you short in supply of blood?” he asked, and a throaty groan left my lips. “You know I can stay a year without having a taste of blood,” I groaned. I hate the fact that everyone around thinks that whenever I'm down is because I have no blood to drink.

Silence enveloped the room for a moment until I decided to speak. “What now?” I asked, and Doctor Francis sighed and leaned on his table. “We have to watch your sister closely, and if she doesn't wake up in the next 48 hours, then we will have to transfer her to another unit,” he said, and a deep sigh left my lips. “And the girl, what about her?” I asked. Just the thought of her made an uncomfortable feeling bloom in my chest. In just a few minutes of knowing her, she was already having such an effect on me.

“We will have to monitor and check if there is another complication like internal bleeding, and so on, if there is nothing, she will be discharged tomorrow or the next,” he said, and my frown deepened. It was strange that my sister, who is a vampire, had complications while a human little girl came out with just a scratch.

“But there is a problem,” he said, and that got my attention. “And what is that?” I asked but he hesitated for a moment before speaking. “She will have to stay with you if she is being discharged,” he said, and my brow furrowed. “She will need to be taken care of, and besides, you don’t expect her to go back to your sister's place and live there alone,” he explained, and I shook my head. “No,” I abruptly refused. “She can't live with me, and besides, my sister has servants who work for her; they can take care of her,” I suggested, but the look on Doctor Francis's face showed that he didn't agree with me.

“I have to tell you something,” he paused and then sucked a deep breath before he continued. “Your sister has made you the custodian of Emma; she did that a few years ago,” he revealed, and I scoffed in disbelief. “You must be joking, right?” I asked, but the look on his face showed that he wasn’t joking at all.

“I know she is eighteen and can take care of herself, but with her condition, I don’t think it's advisable to let her be on her own,” he said, and I furrowed my brow, confused because I knew he wasn’t talking about the accident. “What condition?” I asked, curious, and Doctor Francis hesitated before speaking. “She has nyctophobia,” he announced, and I pressed my lips together. Damn it!