Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 280: Something Wrong?

"You wanted me?" I asked, my voice breaking as my emotions wreaked havoc in my mind. "I mean, you wanted children?"

"It was the only thing I had ever wanted," snarled V, looking more like a rabid animal than a human at the moment. "It was my greatest desire and my only wish... and that fucker knew. When he wounded me, he stole a part of me, and you were born. You are chaos from my chaos, like a part of my heart living outside of my body... and I had no idea!"

I opened my mouth but closed it quickly again. I had no idea what to say. I’m sorry I was ripped from you? I would have loved a relationship with a father figure that didn’t involve rape and beatings? I wish you would have come sooner and rescued me?

It seemed like no matter what would have come out of my mouth, it would get it wrong, so I simply kept my mouth shut.

"I’m sorry," sighed V. He slumped into the couch like a puppet with his strings cut. "It wasn’t until there was a weakness between the realms that I woke up. And even then, I didn’t bother to really leave the Void. I didn’t think that there was anything for me out here."

"So what made you come?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. If I understood it right, there had been more than four years since Hell was destroyed, and the demon seeds slipped through the realms.

"I felt you," breathed V, his eyes lighting up like I was some sort of miracle. "I felt you, and you called to me. How could I not come when you call?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

I gulped at that idea, but everything inside of me was screaming that he was telling the truth.

"But enough about me," began V, waving his hand in the air before putting on a bright smile. "Tell me all about you!"

At first, it was weird, talking about myself and everything that I had gone through. Most of it, I tried not to remember, but this man... this being... wanted to know about me.

So I told him absolutely everything.

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The moment I started talking, it was like I couldn’t stop. At first it was just the small things; the first time I had heard Pride’s and Greed’s voices in my head. The moment when Réne and Luca saved me from the river.

Little things, somewhat happy memories.

But the way he was looking at me? Like he was hungry for even the slightest bit of information? Well, that made me not want to disappoint him.

That was when I told him about Maman selling me to Père. And when I brought that up, I had to talk about the step-stains. And then one thing led to another, and I was talking about the physical and sexual abuse, showing off my scars, and exactly how I managed to get them.

V was hooked on my every word like I was the entire center of his being, and he needed to know this information. He never interrupted, never asked questions; he just let me speak.

Then, because I didn’t want his attention away from me, I started talking about the men I have killed, my time in Camp Hell, the men and women I should have killed. I talked about the wishes I granted and how they went wrong; I talked about the guys, the Sins and Alicia, Dante, Tank, and Brittany.

I talked about the torture I experienced, how I met Chang Xuefeng and even more.

In fact, by the time I was done talking about myself, I almost wanted to make up something just so I could keep V’s undivided attention. In fact, I think I talked too much because, by the time I was done, the Sins were pale, Daddy was pissed, Tank simply nudged my hand to keep petting, and V...

V’s face became darker and darker with every word.

"But really," I sputtered, starting to panic. "It wasn’t that bad! I have the guys now, and this house, and I am really happy with my life. Everything is good. It’s the ending that is important, not the journey, right?!?"

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Luca stiffened and looked over his shoulder at Dimitri. "Get ready," he warned, his voice so soft it wasn’t even there. However, Dimitri knew... and he was ready.

No one could hear that story and brush it off; even they wanted to hunt down every last name Hattie had talked about and tear them apart.

But Vael’Zirith?

He was entirely too calm.

"Your Père," he started, his eyes never leaving Hattie. "He is still alive?"

Hattie blinked. "I..." she started. "I plunged a knife into his heart, but I know he’s alive. I just can’t prove it. I think he and Lilith... the woman who tried to be me for 11,000 years... are the same person. But it is just a feeling."

"A feeling coming from you might as well be a fact from anyone else," replied her father... her actual father and not just that piece of shit who claimed the role for 13 years. "Do you know where to find him? Her? It?"

"I don’t know," replied Hattie, and Luca’s heart broke over the expression on her face. She looked so lost and confused that all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and not let her go anywhere.

While Hattie might not have known the answer, the house certainly seemed to. The front door swung open silently, causing everyone to look toward the exit.

"Well, now," grunted Vael’Zirith as he stood up and brushed his pants. "Thank you for the lovely tea. I am sure that I am going to see you in the very near future, but I currently have a date with a woman, and I don’t want to keep her waiting."

Without turning back, he strolled out of the house, taking the threat of death and destruction with him. The door quickly closed behind him with a deafening thud.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Hattie, her voice so small that Luca’s heart hurt.

"Of course not," grunted Salvatore as he raced over to the couch and sat down beside her. "You can never do anything wrong."