The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 163: Her again - III

Everyone has that one friend growing up. It might be a younger sister or an elder one but there was someone who was always close to the heart and knew what was happening in their lives every moment.

Mine was Marilyn.

I had received her by standing on my door excitedly. I was jumping back and forth to receive someone who was going to be there for me forever. Estelle and mother were always busy in one thing or the other and Catherine was too small to talk or play with me.

But when she died I felt like she had taken a part of me with her. I was heartbroken at the loss of her. She was there when I mourned for the death of my mother and then within a night she was taken away from me to help me escape.

"Please," I begged him again as a tear dropped on my cheek, "Tristan I need to know if she is Marilyn or not."

He tore his eyes away from mine and looked down at my hands covering his. It took his hands away and then held mine in his. I appreciated the warmth but I still wanted to know more.

"Do you really want to know about it, Genevieve? Because this information will bring you a lot more than you want to know." He warned and maybe wanted me to not take this opportunity to know more about something that I was not ready for.

I nodded. I wanted her back. . If that was her.

Tristan nodded and stood up. He had my hand in his still and gently pulled me out of the room.

I followed him without a word of protest. I did not know where he was leading me but I was ready to go along as long as it helped me and gave me my answers. By the end of the hallway when the turn for the other came I saw Marilyn and Allan standing outside the room that Solomon had previously taken.

She stood there and she was watching me. Was she real? Or just a ghost?

He opened the door and allowed me to step in first, then came in and closed it behind him.

"Are you ready?" He asked me but still did not turn around from the door. He leaned his head against the word as I watched his back.

I nodded, gulped at what I could think of it might be, "yes, I am."

He turned around and stepped close with his eyes resolute in nature. "She was dead."

That confirmed it. But what more?

"She had reading a sacrifice yourself for you because that was the part of transformation about what was going to come." He added and I frowned.

"What transformation?"

He smiled, "the one from a human being to a Vampire."

I gaped at him. My mouth felt dry immediately on receiving such information.

"Me-merilyn?" I wanted him to repeat everything again, "my Merilyn?" I found it my Merilyn was now a part of the creatures of the dark.

He nodded. "Yes."

"How?" I spat in disgust, "how in the world is Marilyn a vampire? She died Tristan. She died in front of me. She was a follower of God; she could have never chosen something like this!"

"She did." He muttered, unimpressed, "Marilyn was the one to choose the decision of turning herself. The decision only strengthened when you allowed her to marry Allen if she wanted."

She chose this for herself? She chose to become a creature of the dark and involve herself with something that we had greatly resented from the start. We were believers and followers of God. We resented the night yet she chose this?

I stepped back and turned around. I paced around the room as I thought about it. How did her decision only become stronger when I asked her if she wanted to marry him? We had not met Allen for months. That was for sure. Also it only had to be a coincidence that he met him there right?

But unless. . . . .

I turned to Tristan immediately. "She knew about it before. That is why she wanted to turn, didn’t she know?"

He nodded without any guilt. "She was the beloved of Allen. It was his choice to tell her and he chose to do it."

I scowled Slightly, "was I not your beloved?" How was it that Marilyn was aware of something that I was not.

He nodded, a small smirk appeared. "Yes, but I did not tell you that. Neither did I have the chance too do so."

I looked away from him. He knew what to say at the right time.

A particular question remained standing out of the others. "Tristan," he nodded, "what is this transformation that you talk of?"

His eyebrows raised but then he slowly lowered them. He nodded slowly. "I told you Vampire , someone who is dead and feeds on the living. Marylin had to die in order to come back to life only to be in its dead form. She had drunk the blood of Allan and had his mark which made her come back to life after dying."

" She. . " Now I found it even harder to believe. She did this?

This was something I found how to believe because I knew Marilyn from the very start. I knew what was in her heart and what she felt beneath but this changed my opinions on her.

"She. . " I could not even speak but I knew I had to say this, "she did not sacrifice herself for me. She knew what she was doing when she turned the other direction?" I looked at Tristan and I could feel a laugh bubbling up in my chest.

"I mourned for her as she had given her life for me but at the end she did what she wanted to for herself?" I scoffed, " look at that she killed two birds from one stone."

What a friend I had indeed.