A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 350: Get Rid Of Her?

Chapter 350: Get Rid Of Her?

In the shift of a second, Valentine was before Lucy, his elongated nail almost slitting her neck, but his momentum was stopped by Olive, who’d appeared before him in the blink of an eye.

"Valentine, you can’t kill her! Stop!" He gripped Valentine’s wrists and attempted to push him back, but Valentine was unwilling.

"Take your hands off me, Olive! She fucking deserves to die!" He glared at Olive, snatching his wrists from him.

But Olive gripped him, holding him back. He glanced at Lucy. "If you know what’s best for you, get up from there and fuck the hell off!"

Of course, Lucy recalls him. She’d seen him when he and Loui had visited.

"You!" She balled her hands into a tight fist. "Of course, you are one of them." She was confused, wondering how they had not smelled him out. He had a human scent and held no trace of these evil creatures.

Valentine scowled at Olive, grabbing him by the neck. Olive was no match for him in strength considering he was of royal blood, thus, Olive did not fight against him.

He asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

Valentine stared at him with burning emerald eyes for a long few moments. Seeming as though he had snapped back to his senses, he let go of him and turned around to have his back facing him. "You shouldn’t keep meddling in things that do not concern you, Olive. I might actually kill you accidentally."

He looked at Draven and quickly hurried to him. "Draven, Draven, are you okay?"

"I can’t heal." Draven breathed heavily, shaking his head. "Fuck, it hurts like hell!!" He grunted, raising his head to look around the room. "Alcohol, Valentine, find one for me."

With haste, Valentine began to search around the house and pulled open the cupboard he found in the kitchen. He picked up the first bottle of alcohol he found and hurried back to Draven.

"Open it," Draven instructed him. He straightened up with gritted teeth and unbuttoned his shirt. "Pour everything on it."

Valentine looked up at him with concerned eyes. "D-Draven, won’t this hurt? Are you going to—"

"Just fucking do it!" Draven snapped at him, heavily peeved. "It will stop the bleeding a little."

Valentine was unsure, but having no other choice, he opened the bottle and poured the alcohol on his wound.

Draven threw his head back, gritting his teeth. He could not explain what it was, but something about it burns so much more. Avelina had done this to him before, and it barely hurt, but this time around, he felt like he was being burned by fire.

Could it be because of the holy-water-induced knife that had been used to stab him? That was the only conclusion he could come to.

Valentine touched his wound and dropped the bottle on the floor. He tore off a good piece of his shirt and used it to bandage the wound.

"Any better?" he inquired, raising his head to look at Draven.

Draven looked down at him, nodding his head.

A soft smile of relief ensued on Valentine’s face, and he stood up to his feet. "What do we do about her? Surely, you won’t let her get away, will—"

In the next second, Draven was standing before Lucy. He gripped her by the hair, lifting her head to have her look him dead in the eyes.

"Tell me where my wife is, or else I will break you into pieces. One by one, I will break every bone in your body, and when I’m done, I will cut your fingers off and force you to eat them. Then you will suffer a miserable death, and I will discard you for the wolves to eat."

"Do you want that, girl?" he questioned. "I’m not as merciful as he is. Not when it comes to my wife." He pointed at Olive. "So behave and talk."

Lucy knew he was dead serious. She could hear it in his tone and see it in his cruel eyes.

She breathed heavily and swallowed hard, not wanting to make eye contact with him any longer.

"You won’t be able to save her." She shook her head.

Draven’s left eye twitched, and he slammed Lucy’s face into the floor, breaking her nose. "I didn’t ask you if I could save her or not, I asked you where my wife is."

"The next time you dodge my question, human, I’ll tear off your ear next. Then I’ll break your neck and—"

"I’ll talk!" Lucy spoke with a quivering body. The pain from her broken nose was almost driving her unconscious. She was bleeding from her forehead as well due to the force Draven had used in slamming her face into the floor.

Tears dropped from her eyes onto the ground, but that didn’t phase Draven even one bit.

"My father has taken her away to his local church, and I think he wants to..." She went quiet, unable to speak.

"To do what?!" Draven shouted at her.

Lucy flinched, afraid of his voice. "He said that he wants to cleanse her of your touch and scent. But...I think he might get rid of her. I don’t really know."

Draven’s face scrunched in anger. "Get rid of her? What do you mean by that?"

Lucy lifted her head, peering into his eyes. "I don’t think you can save her, Mr." She began to cry. "I didn’t mean to aid my father, I swear. I was just so scared. He would have hurt me if I hadn’t. I’m so sorry."

Draven stared at her and let go of her, standing up to his feet. He glanced at Olive, saying, "Bring her along, she will have to give us directions to this local church."

Olive nodded, walking towards Lucy. He carefully lifted her into his arms, trying his best not to cause her pain. "If you don’t want to get hurt, stay still."

Lucy obediently nodded her head and wrapped her arms around his neck to secure herself.