Chapter 46: beloved

Charlotte’s pov

“I will tell you more on another day” he said, and I nodded.

I would like to hear the story some more because I think I might have gotten a clue.

When I gave him the poem back then I think he also missed it as well.

Hell, back then we hardly got the time to even do anything because of how everyone reacted.

“I will be gone for a while” he said when we got in front of my apartment.

“Gone? Where are you going?” I asked him and he smiled.

“I just need to sort out a few things, I was given a riddle that I need to solve” he said and then kissed my forehead.

“Stay safe” he said and then walked away while I just stood there.

I know that he was going to the next room but somehow I missed him already.

The news of him leaving really saddened me a lot the more I think about it.

“You seem deep in thoughts” Alexa said sitting next to me with a huge grin on her face.

“So, what have you decided? Which prince charming are you going to choose? The dark and mysterious prince charming, or the boy next door type of prince charming?” she asked, and I rolled my eyes.

“I told you that I have no interest in pursuing a love story” I said, and she also rolled her eyes.

“Well seems like the universe isn’t really listening to you, you not only have one but two men who would turn the world upside down for you” she said.

I didn’t answer her because it seems like indulging her makes her even more.

She started dancing around and singing a song she made up on the spot.

“You really are annoying do you know that?” I asked her and she sat next to me.

“But you love me, and you know that” she said and then noticed that I had the poem in hand.

“What is this?” she asked, and I pointed out a line on the poem.

“The sin that bought me love, The sin that taste sweet and warm. She has cursed the sinner and the sin, even the sinner will curse this sin” she finished off reading.

“This sin they are referring to, its my blood.  Sebastian told me a story today, how when he drank my blood, I mean her blood it was sweet and warm” I informed her, and the smile left her face.

She was now in a serious mode because I know that more than anyone she wants me to solve this.

“So, your mother, I mean her mother cursed her using her blood?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Then the other line just means that she cursed Scarlet and also her blood, and I will somehow curse my own blood” I said confused.

“I think the last line doesn’t mean like that literally. It just means that you will hate yourself, hate your blood” she explained, and it made sense.

From all the research we have made all the people who were reincarnated with the blood mark hated it.

Some would kill themselves before anyone would find them and do it.

Some wouldn’t even run and would let the world kill them in a brutal manner.

They all hated being born with this blood and soul inside them, just like how I hated it for some time.

Now that I think about it I don’t completely hate it at all, why is that?

I have been so angry and full of hate all this time.

So, I wonder when? When did I stop cursing this fate of mine?

“That’s one more clue to the puzzle, but what does the other line before the sin and sinner mean?” I asked looking at the line.

It was talking about something that goes like “with the blood of my beloved she cursed me”.

“Beloved could be anything, but it doesn’t make sense then. How is it that she mentioned two lines where blood is used?” Alexa asked.

“Maybe its because two types of blood was used. The mother was heartless and a powerful witch, she never wanted the spell to be broken” I said, and Alexa nodded.

“But who is this beloved?” she asked, and I thought about it.  

No matter how hard I tried thinking about it I couldn’t find who the beloved was.

It could be a younger sister she had, a brother, a friend, her favourite aunt, or uncle.

Hell, It could be anyone, so who is this beloved and why was their blood used?

It has to be someone with special blood or a special bond to Scarlet of a kind.

Speaking of brothers, I miss mine more than anything, how does he look now?

I bet my little Dave has grown to be a handsome young man.

Does he resent me?

does he hate me for taking away our father from him?

Does he hate me for breaking up our family?

Is he out there hunting me down like how our mother is?

What are his dreams and aspirations now?

 When growing up I never liked having a younger brother at all.

I found him to be really annoying but now I miss him more than life.

I have Alexa now, but new people don’t replace the old ones, turns out a heart is big enough that even new people have enough space in it.

“It must have been really hard for you, being away from your family” Alexa said.

I guess she saw the sadness in my eyes like she always points out.

She says that when I miss someone she can see it in my eyes from just one look.

Apparently I have these sad eyes that don’t do a good job at hiding my own emotions.

“I miss him so much” I said and the chuckled a bit.

“If it was up to me I would have him knock on this door right this moment” I said but froze when someone knocked on the door.

We both looked at each other, I got up and opened the door while Alexa got read with a bet.

Standing there, looking like a version of our father from the photos I saw of him was a young man.

When he smiled I couldn’t help but start crying, “It’s you isn’t?” I asked.