A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 332: I Smell Blood

Chapter 332: I Smell Blood

Edward plummeted to the floor, immediately clutching his bleeding eyes. He was writhing from left to left, unable to endure the level of agony he was in. He’d been blinded—blinded by those animalistic, sharp nails.

But Draven wasn’t going to stop just there. He’d grabbed hold of Edward and repeatedly punched him so badly that the whole of Edward’s face was bleeding. He was completely unrecognizable.

"Didn’t I tell you to stay away from my wife?" Draven questioned. "Do you so badly want to die by my hands? Fine! I will give you just that!"

He began to kick Edward mercilessly and nonstop.

Edward groaned each time he did and continuously spurted out a mouthful of blood. His vision was starting to become blurry, and he could feel himself gradually falling into darkness.

Draven squatted down and lifted his hand, wanting to finish him off by slitting his throat. "Don’t mess with what’s mine! Remember that in your miserable next life, else I will kill you over and over again!!"

He was about to finish him off, but Avelina, who had hurried to him, grabbed his hand, stopping him. "No, Draven, please don’t kill him. P-please don’t..."

She looked to be beyond traumatized, but even so, she knew in her senses that there would be huge consequences if he killed Edward.

"P-please... don’t kill him." The hot tears falling from her eyes were uncontrollable.

Draven turned his head to stare at her. His orbs were still, burning deep red as though they were set aflame. And for the first time since knowing him, Avelina felt afraid.

She felt as though she was staring at someone completely different from the man she knew. He looked like a beast—a demon, nothing like the Draven she’d always known.

She nervously let go of his hand and slowly crawled back, in an attempt to back away from him, but Draven grabbed her, pulling her into his arms.

"Did I scare you?" He asked, hugging her. "I am so sorry. I don’t mean to. I was really angry, and I lost my mind. I really didn’t mean to."

He pulled away to look at her face upon hearing no response from her, but that was when he realized that she had fainted.

His eyes flickered, suddenly left in confusion and worry. This was the first time he’d ever glimpsed and sensed genuine, deep fear from Avelina. It was even worse than the fear she was feeling from Edward.

He really didn’t mean to scare her. He never would have gone berserk had he known it would turn out this way. Heaven knows what she will see him like when she wakes up.

Draven ran his fingers through his hair and no longer bothered to care about Edward, who was unconscious on the floor. He lifted Avelina into his arms.

Dead or not, he couldn’t care less. Edward deserved death for what he did to his wife. Had he not heard Avelina call his name and sensed her fear, just what could have happened?

The thought of it made him all the more angrier, but knowing Avelina was his top priority, he carried her back to their quarter and strolled toward their bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed and ordered Camilla and Thalia to take good care of her until she woke up.

He needed to be alone, so he left the room, making his way to his other room. There, he slammed the door shut and plopped into the bed the second he was done washing his hands. He was suddenly feeling sleep overwhelm him.

Draven needed to cool his head off. He’d gotten too angry and violent, which wasn’t what he wanted. When was the last time he had even been that angry? He had completely lost his sense right there, much worse than when he’d gone berserk and done things without knowing.

This time, he knew what he was doing, but he also couldn’t stop or control himself. He wanted to kill Edward with his bare hands, and he wasn’t planning on stopping—not until he did so. If Avelina hadn’t been there to stop him, he would have murdered Edward without feeling the least remorseful.

A deep breath escaped from him, and he turned to lay on his stomach, exhausted. He slowly shut his eyes, properly covering himself with the duvet.

——

Edward was still lying unconscious on the concrete ground, breathing slowly and heavily. Fortunately for him, he was found by a royal guard who had begun to patrol the royal grounds.

The royal guard approached him. He bent down, turning Edward to look at his face.

"S-sir Edward!" he exclaimed and quickly called for the other royal guards. "Sir Edward is in bad condition. Help!"

As soon as they arrived closer, they lifted Edward off the ground and hauled him out into the mansion. They hurried to his guest room and carefully laid him down on the bed.

"Should we call the doctors?" one of them asked.

The latter replied, "I don’t know. I think we need permission from his majesty first."

"But how do we do that? We are not even allowed near his majesty, unless—"

"What is going on here?" A familiar voice suddenly resounded.

The three royal guards immediately turned around. They broadened their eyes at the sight of Lestat and quickly bowed their heads.

"Y-your highness!"

Lestat furrowed his brows. "What is going on? I smell blood," he asked.

He had been passing by when he’d smelled a strong stench of blood oozing from Edward’s room. Not only that, but the doors were opened as well, and he could hear the murmurs coming from the royal guards.

The tall royal guard amongst the three proceeded to explain, "We found Sir Edward near the fountain unconscious and completely beaten up. We are not sure what happened, but we rushed him in here, hoping to get him some help."

Lestat’s face scrunched at his explanation, and he went into the room. He glanced over at Edward, and a glint of shock flashed in his eyes.

"What are you still doing?! Get the doctors immediately!!" he bellowed at the royal guards, disbelief written all over his face.