Chapter 26

Aleta still couldn't believe what she was hearing. The fact that the existence of werewolves was true. Also the fact that she lived near, even surrounded by werewolves all this time.

"Then... what does this have to do with my past. What does it have to do with the massacre that happened at the Blue Moon Hotel a few years ago?" Aleta asked in a weak voice.

"Don't you want to know why your parents died? Who was responsible for the incident that led to your sister becoming mentally ill!" said Gordon.

"You... know about my parents and my sister too?" Aleta looked shocked. She had never told anyone that.

"I know everything, I also know how you got in touch with Dave. I know everything about you. On the contrary, you're the one who doesn't know what's going on right now."

Aleta frowned at the man's statement. She still couldn't digest all the information the man had given her.

"What do you mean, especially what I don't know. Please don't half-ass telling me everything. This is very important," Aleta pleaded.

"Do you think it was all a coincidence? Your meeting with Davian, the massacre incident, then you suddenly living in his house and having to deal with him. It's all interconnected. Davian, is the murderer of your parents!"

"What!" screeched Aleta. Her eyes widened, she thought it was impossible.

"You must be joking. That's so impossible!" Aleta denied it.

"It's... impossible..." Aleta repeated softly.

"You're forgetting something, aren't you?" the man asked sarcastically.

Aleta frowned. What did he mean by forgetting something. Gordon was only telling the truth now. And Aleta didn't believe it yet.

"I didn't forget something!" Aleta argued.

"No, you forgot it. You went up to the top floor of that hotel, and you saw it! The remains of the atrocities left behind by Dave and his men. Blood... Wounds... The screams, the pain, the abominations, you saw it all. But they made you forget! Think again," Gordon ordered.

Aleta's eyes opened wide. Again Gordon was right. This time Aleta could remember, even though her head hurt. When she woke up from her stupor that time, Aleta desperately explained that there was something she saw at the hotel. But Davian, Theo, Alvin, everyone denied it. Covering up the reality of what she saw.

"From the look on your face, you seem to remember!" said Gordon. He got up from his seat and walked slowly around Aleta with both hands in his pants pockets.

"They didn't just kill your parents. But also innocent people, my men, and others. Then they just forgot about it," the man added.

Aleta lowered her head, looking down at her feet. Her hands were clenched into fists, while her heart was now working hard to make a loud noise from inside her chest.

"That... that's impossible. Why would he do that. My parents are good, they're innocent. Why..." Aleta muttered.

"It's because they are beings who thirst for war and blood. They love being brutal rulers. And you're just going to forget about it?"

Gordon stopped right behind Aleta's body. He leaned down to touch the shoulder of the seated Aleta, then whispered in her ear.

"Are you sure you'll forget it? The case of your parents' deaths suddenly disappearing. Your life that suddenly changed, and your sister who ended up mentally ill because of all that. There's no way you're going to keep quiet, right?" Gordon whispered in the girl's ear. The whisper sounded so sweet and piercing at the same time. Adding to the pounding of the heart as well as the trembling in every body.

"No... how could I forget it," Aleta muttered softly.

"Yes... that's right. You can't forget it. Your parents' unnatural and horrible deaths, your happy life that was taken away, your sister's future that was ruined by her mental illness. You haven't forgotten that have you?" Gordon again whispered in the girl's ear.

"Yes... I won't forget, I won't!" Aleta's voice, which had been soft, slowly became louder. The man's whisper seemed to awaken something in Aleta. And that was not a good thing.

"Yes... you won't forget. All the suffering you went through. Now you don't have to find out anymore, you already know who caused that suffering don't you?" Gordon asked in a teasing tone.

Aleta blinked for a few moments. Yes, now Aleta knew. She didn't need to hide and find out anymore. She knew who did it even if she only heard the story from one side.

"Davian Ricardo..." Gordon said.

Ever since Gordon whispered that name, Aleta's heart had been pounding, racing with hatred and rising anger.

"Yes, Davian Ricardo!" Aleta clenched her fists so hard that her veins popped out.

"Davian Ricardo is the one responsible for your parents' death, your suffering and that of your sister," Gordon said again.

Aleta growled in annoyance and anger.

"You must take revenge," Gordon said.

"Yes! I must take revenge!" Aleta repeated.

"An eye for an eye, an ear for an ear. And death for ... death!" said Gordon.

"Dead... ?" But hearing the word die seemed to make Aleta's resolve waver. Aleta was an ordinary human, even though she had the bloodline of a witch, Aleta didn't know that.

Seeing Aleta's hesitation, Gordon withdrew himself from behind Aleta. The man shifted and now flopped down on the sofa again and sat beside the girl.

"Why?" asked Gordon.

"I... I'm not sure. I know now who should be responsible for everything. But I'm not sure that death is something to be deserved. I'm... not someone who can decide whether someone lives or dies," Aleta replied.

"And Davian Ricardo doesn't have the right to take your parents' lives either, does he?"

Aleta lifted her face, looking back at Gordon. His gaze looked confused but also troubled.

"You're innocent! You're just seeking revenge for what he did to your parents and your family's life. Your life should be fine right now. But because of him, you have to experience all this. So listen to me!" Gordon ordered.

The man cupped Aleta's face with both hands, then stared intently into her eyes.

"Look at me Aleta. The man who sadistically killed your parents deserves what he gets. You must take revenge, you must demand justice for them!" Gordon said firmly and very convincingly.