A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 354: Is She...Cold?

Chapter 354: Is She...Cold?

Avelina! He exclaimed inwardly and quickly began to swim all the way down. He grabbed hold of the brown sack, and just as he had expected, she was indeed the one who had been tied inside the sack with no way to breathe or save herself.

Draven quickly untied the bag, letting her head pop out. He looked at her pale face and secured her in his arms. Then he began to swim up, and once he arrived at the very top, he jerked his head out, inhaling a long, deep breath.

He breathed heavily and swam to the edge. Valentine and Olive, who had settled Lucy on the ground, pulled him out while he held onto Avelina.

Draven stretched out his nails, using them to tear the bag into pieces, completely freeing Avelina. He untied her hands and pulled her into his arms, gently caressing her hair.

"Draven...I- is she...okay? Is she still alive?" Valentine was deeply worried. Avelina’s face was completely discolored, as though of a corpse. "Is she...cold?"

Draven’s body shook. Indeed, she was cold! Fear and anxiety overwhelmed him all at once, and he began to panic.

He quickly lowered his head to listen to her heartbeat, and much to his despair, it was no longer beating. He tried to feel her breathing, but there was nothing. She was...dead...

He completely went dormant, no longer moving. His face was blank, and his burning eyes were slowly dimming, totally losing their light.

Valentine frantically shook his head, having gotten an idea of what had happened. He staggered back, bumping into Olive, who held onto him. "No, impossible, she cannot be dead. Sister-in-law cannot be dead."

He laughed in confusion, unable to even wrap his head around it. They made it—they made it in time to save her, so how could she be dead?

Draven gently laid Avelina’s lifeless body on the floor and stood up from the ground, his hands hanging low. He turned around and looked at the crowd, his eyes no longer their scarlet color. It was, however, pitch black, unlike anything they’d ever glimpsed before.

"D-Don...?" Olive could feel this sudden threat and bloodlust deep within the core of his soul. This was something he’d never felt before, at least not from Draven. It was too otherworldly, probably something impossible to ooze off a mere vampire. It was demonic, only possible for the darker creatures, the likes of the ones rumored to exist. The...Demons.

Olive immediately shook his head, clutching his chest, unwilling to even ponder it. Impossible! Draven was a full-blooded vampire. There was no way he could be the likes of those demons—nothing tied him to them.

But if not, why? Why was he almost looking like one at that moment? Why were his eyes completely black?

Olive was at a complete loss for words, unable to comprehend the whole situation.

Draven began to walk toward the crowd as if he were a controlled puppet. He stood in front of Marcel, and before the eyes of the crowd, Olive, and Valentine, he grabbed Marcel’s head, smashing it with the mere strength of his grip.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Olive gripped his chest, startled. "Don! What are you doing?!" He was now beyond confused.

Why was he killing the humans? They did have hands in Avelina’s death, but the Draven he knew would not have killed those humans still. So why? Was Lady Avelina that important to him that he was willing to lose his mind like this, go against his morals, and murder those humans?

Valentine, on the other hand, could only stare with fearful and twitching eyes. The person he was looking at was his brother, but not his brother at the same time. He’d never seen that side of him before.

One by one, Draven killed those humans at a speed faster than the blink of an eye, so much so that they didn’t even see it coming. They didn’t even have time to process their deaths, nor could they even tell how they had died.

Their lifeless bodies plummeted to the floor, and Draven dropped his arms to his side, blood trickling down his fangs and fingers.

"Avelina..." he said under his breath and turned around to look at Avelina’s lifeless body.

He helplessly staggered toward her and gently lifted her into his arms. He cradled her, lowering his head to bury his face into her neck. "My...my sunshine..."

He tightened his grip on her and unfurled his wings, flying up to return home. Olive grabbed hold of Valentine, and they followed suit.

Arriving back, Draven swerved, taking a turn at one of his villas. He descended, landing on the floor on his feet. Olive and Valentine landed behind him, their eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Call, Mr. Jean, please." Draven glanced at Valentine. His eyes were finally back to their original red color.

Valentine nodded his head and pulled his cell out of the pocket of his pants to dial Mr. Jean’s number.

While he did, Draven carried Avelina into the villa and took the elevator up to the second floor. He proceeded into his master bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

His gaze shifted to the bed, and ever so carefully, as though he were lost in his thought, he laid her down and knelt down beside the bed, his hand reaching out to gently hold her pale fingers.

She was cold—too cold. This was enough to let him know she was no longer alive, but he wasn’t willing to believe it. It was just the weather—yes, it was. It was snowing, so how couldn’t she be cold? Besides, she fell into that chilly river, so wasn’t it only natural that she was cold?

Draven breathed gradually, feeling his entire mouth and lungs clouded by the cold breeze. The curtains in the room fluttered vigorously, and he lifted his head, glancing at the finally bright sky.

His pupils sparkled softly, and he quickly turned his head when the door to the room was pushed open.

Mr. Jean walked in, his black leather bag hanging from his shoulder.

"Bonjour, Your Highness," he greeted.