Chapter 1090 - A Special Power (1/2)

'Do you make it a point to forget everything I told you?'' Those were the first words from Vincent after he had listened to Quinn trying to figure out what was happening to Owen.

Quinn honestly didn't understand why the world leader was currently in the state that he was in. In the past when his own red aura had entered someone else's such as Leo, it had immediately infected them, so he couldn't figure out why it didn't happen in this case.

'I'm sorry, but can we skip the lecture part and get to the you helping me figure out the answer part?' Quinn hurried Vincent along. 'Time is a bit of the essence… I think.'

'Regular vampires can't just turn someone by biting them, or injecting their blood into their body. Remember when you first bit Layla? She didn't turn because of it, now did she?'

'So just because a regular vampire struck Owen, and part of his blood is inside Oven doesn't mean he will necessarily turn. Still, at least in this case the process has already been initiated. Just as you need to complete the ritual to turn someone, the same thing needs to be done here.'

Quinn understood what Vincent was saying, but that led to just more questions. Why attack Owen just when the battle was concluded? Sure he had been weakened, but there were so many that had him surrounded. It had always been impossible to turn Owen in the short time before someone would have intervened, even if it hadn't been Oscar.'

'Was the vampire prepared to sacrifice himself from the start? Did he pay with his life so someone else could finish what he started?' Quinn wondered.

”So can you do anything to help me, or did you just get my hopes up so you could rub my c.h.e.s.t?” Owen questioned, since Quinn had been quiet for an awkwardly long time with his hand placed on his c.h.e.s.t.

”Umm, yeah sorry, just give me a few moments.” Quinn apologised, as he closed his eyes again.

Thinking back, there was a time when the red aura energy had entered Chris and he had been able to get rid of it before it had taken over his body. When teaching the kids at the school how to use Qi, he was also able to control the red energy, so perhaps, Quinn was also able to remove the energy from Owen at this moment, allowing his body to heal again.

Being careful with the task, Quinn raised his other hand and now both were placed on Owen's b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t. The robes were moved to the side to make it easier for Quinn to feel and control energy when there was skin to skin contact.

”How fortunate that you made everyone leave the room. If anyone were to see us like that, we would probably make many BL fans quite happy.” Owen joked nervously.

'What the hell is BL?' Quinn wondered.

”Umm, I kinda need to concentrate on this.” Quinn replied with an awkward look. He might be unaware of what the abbreviation stood for, but judging from the tone it was nothing he would enjoy.

Seeing that Quinn was serious and seemed to have a way to potentially help him, Owen immediately shut up and closed his eyes as well. There was a dull pain that was constantly around his c.h.e.s.t. He could feel it, especially when the healer tried to do something about it. No matter what method they had tried, the pain had remained.

… and ye,t he could suddenly feel the energy moving.

'Quinn, you can actually do something about this?' Owen was flabbergasted. 'Just where did you learn how to do that when even the professionals were unable to help me?'

At first it was just a little painful, as if someone was poking him with a needle, but soon enough it felt as if someone had stuck their b.a.r.e hand inside his body. Then the pain worsened and if he didn't know any better he would have sworn that Quinn was ripping out his flesh.

Owen gritted his teeth during the procedure, doing his best to fight through the pain. He trusted the Cursed faction leader was not just torturing him for fun and that it would help him, so he did his best to endure.

'The family still needs me!' Owen repeated like a mantra.

”ARGhhh!” Eventually he couldn't take it anymore. It might have been different if he had been in peak condition, but he had barely recuperated.

”Sir, is everything okay in there?!” Hermes shouted from the other side of the door, ready to burst in at any second.

”Don't you dare come in, or I'll shock you myself!” Owen shouted back, feeling that whatever Quinn was doing, was working. He grabbed the pillow behind him and bit on to it, to muffle his cries, worried that it might break the other's concentration.

Owen was huffing and panting, covered in sweat but after what had felt like an eternity to him the pain was subsiding. Looking down, Quinn's hands left Owen's c.h.e.s.t and now a red aura could be seen spiralling around floating. Quinn just chucked it to the side, and it splattered on the floor like blood.

Throughout the procedure Quinn had felt like a surgeon performing surgery and he was relieved it was successful.

”I think if you get someone to heal your heart now, that they might be able to do something about it. Once you recover you should also be able to use your powers again.” Quinn said.

Owen wasn't completely out of the woods yet, his body was still weak, and he felt like he was part machine, but he could tell that Quinn wasn't lying. Doing his best to move the bed sheets and get out of his bed, he bowed down to Quinn. He slowly placed his knees on the ground and placed his head on the floor.