Price of Pryce (The Queen And The Freak Sequel)

Chapter 3 - Please, Come Back!

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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How in the world would Drea become a doctor in just a weekend? No. This is not making sense at all. This doctor could have just the same name as that gay girl who is one of my dearest friends back at the academy, but... It is surely Drea's aura. And... Wait... Jordan? Isn't her girlfriend, Leanne, the head cheerleader's last name is Jordan? Hold on a second. My head is aching. Hmm. What, now? Did they get married? No way. 

Damn, now this is getting more and more complex. Extensively thinking about unthinkable things is making me weaker. I need blood, and blood bags is what I am here for. I will just deal with this curiosity of mine some other time. I need to revive my mate first, like... right now.

Then I decided to go back to the room where I could steal some blood bags as discreetly as possible and as many as I can. I will just pay them if ever I could remember, or if they could catch me. Well, good luck to them.

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When I have finally got a hold of the box that has two dozens of blood bags that have four-fifty milliliters of them each, I proceeded to think of the place where I want to arrive, but suddenly, I heard footsteps that are about to get inside this room. And, of course, I wouldn't wait for them. Who are they kidding?

At last, I am out of the hospital, yet I have arrived somewhere that I didn't think of in my control. The rooftop of the seniors' building in my Pryce's academy. Oh, this is the place where our third kiss happened. While I put down the box to look around, I felt droplets of rain from the sky. Is it gonna rain again? Maybe the sky is mourning with me. That's so nice of it.

Looking at the night view around the campus, I blinked many times in disbelief when I got sight of some new buildings near the library and the very huge dome next to the gym. What the fudge? Am I in the correct academy? I think I am. Alright, I guess my eyes and mind have been playing shits with me. I really need to get to my Pryce now. Maybe I am just hallucinating and seeing things that I don't know why they are appearing before me. I need to rest, also.

After picking up the box of blood bags and thinking of my bedroom where my Pryce is, I opened my eyes, and I found myself at our graves while the rain is pouring so hard again. Hmmm, here is another thing before me that makes me think of something absurd. The tree that has been hit by the deadly lightning. It surely will die sooner.

Then I decided to just run with my super speed into my room because I am afraid that I would arrive somewhere else far if I would teleport again.

"Oh! My Babe, My Sweetheart, My Cupcake, My Honey-bee, My Baby-blue, My Pumpkin, My Mate, My Love, My Queen, My Pryce, I'm here. I hope that I will be seeing your lovely electric blue eyes sooner than sooner, or hear your amazing voice calling my name, or just call me Freak." I let out with my optimistic vibe as I saw her on my bed, and I placed the things that I need for this procedure of bringing her back to me. Well, all I needed are blood and myself, and her dead body, of course. Also, include my high hopes that I will succeed. There is no way for failure in my whole being. Everything is possible if you just believe. And, I believe, deeply.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before I began to take up the blood in the bag in my hold, and another one and another. I need at least five liters of this matter in my system. Her, too.

After I am finally full and refreshed, I turned my focus on the stunning dead girl before me. I need to heal her wounds first.

Then I kneeled at her right side near the bed, and I closed my eyes and tried to perform the healing spell again to her. And, I hope truly that this will work.

A few seconds passed, and I opened my eyes to see if what I have done to her is successful. And a smile of relief formed on my face as I noticed that the big wound on her chest is not there anymore—only a scar. Then I tried to feel her back if the other side of the wound was healed, also, and I let out a sigh of comfort when I felt it no more.

Now, it is time for the next step—blood transfusion.

Hmmm. She can't drink since I am not so sure if her digestive system can manage to deliver the red matter to her veins like mine. I think I need to be using my doctor-doctor skills. I think I can handle it.

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When I finished setting up some of the necessary apparatus that I have stolen from the hospital again, near the bed and injected a needle into the biggest veins at both of her forearms, I took a seat on the bed to wait for the blood from the bags to be transferred to her body. 

"Please, come back to me, my love," I muttered while I gently caressed her left cheek with my right hand and staring at her face, full of hope.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Pryce." I continued talking to her with my sad voice, and I tried to recall what had happened before we got into this situation.

"Did you know that... That I lost my s**t when you got stabbed, and I saw you died? Then... Damien almost killed me, but I... and I... I think I... No. Wait... No, fudge it! Have I killed everyone at the war with my all-out firepower? No, no, no, no. No, I don't think so. No, I don't know. f**k! What if I have killed everyone else there? The witch warriors, Mom, Sander, Aunt Alex, and Alison... And, all of them? Oh, no, I couldn't have, right? Oh, s**t! The seer did mention that I could hurt everyone I hold dear because of the too much power that I hold. No! It can't be! Mom, no!" I let out and panicked as I have remembered something so tragic which could have possibly happened during that night. But I don't... I don't think I could... do that. It's a horrible m******e.

When I felt too much sorrow and condemnation towards myself, I noticed that both my clenched fists fired up out of my control, and I just felt nothing but absolute anger. This. This is the reason that I shouldn't have lost her. I can't control myself. What if I really did kill all of them? What if I was so blinded by my rage that night that I never thought that there are other innocent and good people there which I have killed, too? No, there is no one to blame but me. But no. It was the fault of that bastard monster, Damien. If he had just surrendered the throne to the rightful ruler and accepted his destiny that he is just not the true leader of the werewolves, this couldn't have happened. He was a traitor that the soul of the Werewolf King inside my Pryce had trusted before, he was the trusted best friend of her past life that have murdered her for the throne, and he did it again. He just deserved to die in my hands. He deserves no mercy from me. But... I... I don't know if I have killed all other individuals who fought with me in saving my mate from the prophecy to happen. I don't know what to do if it is really the truth. How can I pay? I even killed my whole family. No!

As I grieve on my possible biggest blunder, I just noticed that the fire from my hands slowly crawls up to my arms uncontrollably, and my clothes started to burn. I don't feel any pain other than the remorse of my existence. I shouldn't have lived. Maybe this is why I was cursed with my father's death. That I shouldn't live if my father, the former King of the Vampires, is still alive. I am a destructive entity that should be gotten rid of.

If Pryce won't live, I might as well kill myself. That's the only thing that should be done tonight if this procedure goes sideways. If I have died once, twice, then... why not make it forever, right? In that way, everyone would be at peace. No one will ever get hurt by my reckless action again. Ever.

While I am in my chaotic trance, I snapped my head to Pryce when I heard her said with her raspy voice, "You are not gonna burn me alive, are you, Blair?" 

And my mouth dropped in shock when I saw her moving and blinking her lovely red eyes, to which I quickly stood up from the bed that is about to get burned.

Is this for real? Of course, it is!