A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 353: She’s Down There...

Chapter 353: She’s Down There...

Mr. Hamilton continued.

"I have purified her of your filth, and she will no longer suffer nor face despair. She will die peacefully, and you—"

Draven gripped his hair, jamming his head into the wall. "I don’t give a shit about your nonsense words. Tell me where my wife is?! Where did you take her?!"

Mr. Hamilton coughed frantically, spitting out the blood that had congealed in his mouth. He spat out two of his broken teeth and lifted his head to look at Draven. He laughed heartily, quite entertained by them.

"You are free to kill me, I don’t care. But I will never tell you where she is. I will not allow you vile creatures to ruin her any further than you’ve already done. Allow her a peaceful day—"

"I know where she is!" Lucy suddenly shouted, interrupting the whole conversation.

Draven immediately turned his head to look at her, anger burning in his eyes. He questioned, "Where is she? Tell me!!"

"Lucy, don’t you dare!" Mr. Hamilton glared at her. "Dare disobey me, and I will—"

"I’ve had enough, Father," Lucy cried. "You said you wouldn’t kill her! You said you were only going to purify her of his scent, and I believed you. That is why I helped you." She tightened her grip on her chest, still resting in Olive’s secure hold. "You would only break Mama by doing this, Father, and I cannot stand it. Please..."

Mr. Hamilton’s face contorted in deep rage, and he bellowed at her, "You stupid girl! Do you know what you are about to do? I am doing what’s right, and you—"

Draven stood up to his feet and sent a merciless kick to his head, almost separating his head from his neck.

Mr. Hamilton dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Draven stared at his body, still very pissed off. He kicked him one last time, this time so hard that it sent Mr. Hamilton flying and crashing onto the wall. Then he turned around to look at Lucy with burning eyes.

"So? Where is my wife?" His tone was as cold as ice.

Lucy trembled in Olive’s arms, holding him tighter due to fear. She gulped, flickering her eyes.

"She has been taken to the river, not too far from here. I don’t know what they are going to do to her, but I know that some of the people from my father’s local church will be there."

Draven narrowed his eyes at her in a deadly manner and grabbed Valentine’s hand, leaving the local church.

He flew off, forcing Lucy to give them directions to the supposed river.

It took them about fifteen minutes before Lucy pointed downward. "Right there, right there!"

Draven came to a halt in midair and looked around, his eyes searching for Avelina. But there was no trace of her anywhere. He descended to the ground with Valentine and retracted his wings. Then he began to take a step towards the crowds chanting in glorification.

What was going on?

He could smell Avelina’s scent, but it was faint.

"Draven, what is going on here?" Valentine, who appeared apprehensive, asked, glancing around him. Draven tightened his grip on his hand and walked forward without giving him a response.

Olive followed beside them with Lucy still in his arm, and the moment the crowd of about fourteen people saw them, they lowered their voices, the chanting gradually dissipating.

They could only stand and stare at Draven, Valentine, and Olive in fear, able to tell that they weren’t humans.

"Lucy?" Some of the crowd recognized Lucy, and they could not help but wonder what she was doing in the arms of such vile creatures. She couldn’t possibly be attempting to take the same part as her sister did.

Draven glanced around, unable to tell exactly where Avelina was. Her scent was all around the area, and he could smell her blood as well, but he couldn’t seem to figure out where it was coming from.

He glanced at the crowd. "Where is my wife?" he questioned, his aura filled with anguish beginning to ooze out of his body and encompass them.

They shivered, feeling chills creeping within them. The majority of them felt goosebumps rise all over their skin, frightened.

"Your wife? Who the hell are you?" A fat, obese man walked out of the crowd, his belly protruding right out of his tight button-up shirt. He was none other than Marcel, the one to whom Avelina had been betrothed.

"You!" Draven did indeed recall him at first sight. And without doubt, he was sure Marcel had a hand in what had been done to Avelina. So without haste, he appeared before Marcel in the blink of an eye, seizing him by the throat. "Where is she?"

His scarlet eyes were glaring right into Marcel’s pupils, and Marcel, of course, could feel the fear tugging at his heart. The inhumane strength that this man had used to lift him, despite his weight—that alone was enough to make him understand that it took nothing to kill him.

He trembled, pointing his quivering finger at the river. "She’s down there."

Draven turned his head, glancing at the river. His pupils sparked unknowingly with this otherworldly glint the moment he glimpsed the river, which had a small part of it mixed with blood. Avelina’s...blood.

"Aveli...Avelina..." He immediately flung Marcel away and rushed off towards the river. He jumped in without a second thought, dropping down deep into the river.

Valentine and Olive ran to the edge of the river and looked in, wanting to see Draven and Avelina, who’d supposedly been drowned in there, but they couldn’t see anything.

"Draven!" Valentine shouted, but no response came.

"Draven, Draven, are you okay?"

"He’ll be fine, Valentine. Let’s wait." Olive said to him, hoping to calm him down. Valentine nodded, his grip on the grass tightening.

Draven looked around, holding his breath, to avoid drowning. There was no sign of Avelina.

Avelina, where are you? He lowered his head and looked below him to glimpse a huge sack of bags that had dropped to the far ground of the river.