Blood and Love

Blood and Love

ChikitaLore

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After the disastrous rivalries of different families, they are striving and fighting for their rights. Not knowing the struggles and more enemies they will face, inner family wars will occur. Can Lucy still win over their hearts?

Chapter 1 Cedric

"It's over. It's finally over," Leon murmured as he sat down next to the rocking little ball that was Lucy, his suit torn and covered in bloodstains. "It's over. It's finally over." Lucy was the one who had been rocking. The man's face was marred with cuts and bruises all over. There are moments when I simply do not comprehend my brother. After everything that has taken place, he is now able to simply sit next to her. The fact that we are in this predicament may be directly attributed to her actions.

Smith has been found dead, and Silly has vanished from the scene. Even though I would prefer to have my little wolf by my side, at least I can rest easy knowing that she is in good hands with Wendy.

Leon began to speak to Moriah, but she did not reply to his greeting.

To get her attention, Leon said, "Hey, look at me," and turned her head to face him.

As he did so, I was overcome with feelings of envy. I have no right to feel this way because she made an attempt to destroy and murder my family. But I'm at a loss to explain how I've been feeling lately. When I'm around her, it's as if I'm standing in the eye of the storm; everything else seems hazy and transitory before my eyes, except for her. Being around her is like being in the eye of the storm. She is the only thing that I can see, as plain as the nose on my face.

Lucy cast her gaze in Leon's direction, but her expression betrayed no sign of recognition or emotion. She appeared to be lifeless on the inside; looking into her eyes was like staring into a chasm.

"It's going to be okay," Leon mumbled, uncertainly peering into her eyes as if he were looking for something specific. "It's going to be okay," he added.

After a little pause, Lucy turned her head to the side in order to take another glance at the ashes of Lorcan. After he had finished, he heaved a sigh of defeat and rose up. Lucy had stopped rocking from side to side, but she continued to bring her knees up to her chest and hold them there as if her life depended on it.

Leon inched closer and closer to me.

"She's not well, Cedric. Lorcan appears to be what grounded her, and now that he is gone, it is as if something has broken inside her. When I looked at her, it was like looking at a ghost. It was as if I could see straight through her." Leon trailed off with a note of worry in his voice. I gave a cursory look in the direction of my brother before my gaze moved on to Lucy's lifeless corpse.

Leon finished waiting for a response from me before continuing to speak. "I don't know what to do, brother..."

"I think she just needs some time," I replied, turning to gaze at Leon. "It's just that simple."

Leon remarked, with a wry smile on his lips, "You may be right... I'm going to go and get cleaned up. I look as if I have been dragged through the mud," and then he went off in the direction of our house. "I look as if I have been dragged through the mud," Leon added. Before he went inside, he gave me a sideways glance and said,

Before entering the house, he gave a quick glance at Lucy and then at me before saying, "Take care of yourself, brother." After that, he left. I understood what he was getting at. It's possible that Lucy will bring about my demise. He is concerned that I might sustain an injury. That's my dumb older brother right there... Always put the needs of other people first.

Leon

Cedric may not be aware of it, but I can tell by the way he looks at Lucy. I cannot remember the last time I saw him with that expression on his face. I am not aware of what is taking place with Lucy at this time; however, Cedric must exercise extreme caution. Even if Lorcan is no longer alive, she has demonstrated that she can easily switch loyalties when necessary. If he really does care about her, I don't want to witness the heartbreak that would ensue if she turned him down.

I spoke out loud to myself, despite the fact that I knew he could hear me.

"Like I said once upon a time, brother, I let her in, and even now, I do not know if that was the right decision... and now it seems that goes for the both of us."

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