Chapter 173: Monsters
"A massacre?!" Samantha’s pupils dilated as she turned her head to look at Helena, and the woman simply nodded to her inquiries, her expression grim as she could recall the peril that happened all those years ago when she was first assigned to work on the borders of their Kingdom.
"Prince Alistair had been assigned to train with a few soldiers during his younger age– it was his first time leaving the Palace to join the new recruiting members as a novice. Back then, he had been struggling to control his thirst for blood, he was a wild vampire whose bloodlust couldn’t be satisfied, no matter how many times he was fed. The next thing we knew a missive had been sent to the late King, stating the massacre Prince Alistair had caused to his teammates, and, sadly enough, it resulted in the loss of many lives. He kept no one alive, they were all dead, drained, and he admitted to the royal court that the death of his teammates was his doing."
Hearing this side of Alistair’s past, Samantha could feel goosebumps react on her arms and shoulders. "He caused a massacre?"
"He couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted, a result of being a wild vampire. More reasons why anyone born to become a wild vampire are killed at birth, but the late King changed that. However, His Majesty took pity on him since he confessed to his crimes, and not to mention that he was naturally born to kill. The chains you see on him were used to control his thirst and bloodlust, it was either he chose to wear those chains for the rest of his life, or he gets killed, cause without the chains, I’m afraid his yearnings for bloodlust will be re-awakened." Helena summarized the whole truth concerning why Alistair always had those chains on him, but even so, Samantha felt sorry for his predicament.
No matter how happy one may seem, there was always a sad story behind every smile. Who would have thought the carefree Alistair was going through so much? Not to mention his dark past?
"What about the scar on his face?"
"That was also part of the punishment he received for his crimes, shockingly, it didn’t vanish, but turned into a scar." Helena mused as they took a turn along the corridor, and when they made it to Alistair’s chamber, Tobias and his Mother were already there to help him.
Alistair sat up on his plush mattress, his fingers clenching against the bed sheet while his bloodshot eyes spoke of his silent fury. Without his chains, Samantha noticed the shift in his aura, and his eyes– they were a shade darker than the ones he normally possessed, his elongated canines were visible when he clenched his teeth. For a fleeting moment, they locked gaze, and when Samantha felt she might fall victim to his bloodlust, he averted his gaze elsewhere.
"Why did you take it off?!" Samantha could hear Lady Agathe cry to her son, her tears slipping from her eyes as she observed the painful marks on his skin. "Don’t act like you aren’t aware of the consequences for doing something so stupid, what if you went out of control and the past had to repeat itself?? What then?? Alistair Chevalier look at me when I’m talking to you!"