A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 38: But Why?

Chapter 38: But Why?

Draven shook his head.

"No. It did halt at a slower speed, but not completely."

"Is that not evidence enough?" Valentine queried. "If she was not the problem, you would have healed, and the alcohol would have stopped the bleeding as well. In other words, I am trying to tell you that she is a weapon that can kill you."

Draven frowned. "There are many ways that I can die, Valentine."

"There are many ways that we can all die, big brother. However, I called her a weapon that can kill you because, with her..." Valentine paused to review his words. "Weak vampires can possibly kill you."

"Let’s say a vampire gets a hold of you, hurts you badly, and traps you with her, what do you think will happen?" he asked. "One, you will lose a lot of blood, which will lead to your body getting weak. Don’t forget that our sole livelihood depends on blood. Think about losing a good amount of it!"

Draven pinched between his brows as he exhaled a deep breath. "Valentine, out of a million possibilities, there is probably one chance that that will happen. No, it’s not going to happen!"

"Anything can happen, brother. Don’t underestimate the possibilities of rare scenarios you wouldn’t even think of, occurring," Valentine said nonchalantly. "Although, there is something that I have been wondering about for a while now."

"What?" Draven stared at him.

Valentine smiled and shifted closer. Then he leaned in with curiosity in his eyes.

"I know that our father has attempted to kill you countless times, but for some unknown reason, you have luckily always survived." He looked intently into Draven’s eyes.

"It’s as if you predicted each and every attempt. It may have been luck the first, second, and third times, but the rest...I don’t think so. We both know that Father has one of the most dangerous abilities in this royal mansion, yet you are always ahead of him. Why?"

Draven sat in silence, watching him.

"Frère." Valentine regained his composure. "Is there something about you that I don’t know? Something you secretly possess?"

"Perhaps," Draven responded, his expression neutral as always.

He then asked, "Are you done?"

Valentine chuckled. "I am."

"It is clear that you do not want to be any more specific, so I won’t press any further, however, I will definitely figure it out. You’re a very interesting person, brother, and you fascinate me." His eyes glistened with pure intrigue as he stood up from the chair.

He walked to the door, but before he left, he said, "Keep in mind that as long as your pretty little wife is close to you, anyone and anything can hurt you. I won’t make this information known to anyone, so, be careful. I still have so much to figure out about you."

He exited the room and shut the door behind him. He looked to his side and smiled at Avelina, who had no expression.

"Take care, sister-in-law. You were very gorgeous and impressive today." He chuckled and walked away.

Avelina stared at his disappearing silhouette and let out a soft breath.

She has absolutely no idea what they talked about. She wished earlier to eavesdrop, but she just could not invade their privacy. Heaven knows what would have happened if she was to be caught.

She shook her head and pushed the door open.

Avelina entered the room, shutting the door behind her.

She walked to the bed with a soft smile on her face.

"Are you ok..." Her words faded at the sight of his healed injury.

"Your wound..." She blinked her eyes as she trailed off. "It has healed."

Draven stood up from the bed before affirming, "Yes, it has."

Avelina deliberated over her words before asking, "You were bleeding non-stop before I left, so how? Did he heal you?" She referred to Valentine.

Draven glanced at her and replied, "No, he did not. It healed itself."

Avelina’s eyes flickered in disbelief. If it could heal itself, why didn’t it heal since and only did so now? Why was he bleeding profusely all this while?

She was puzzled and confused.

For some reason, she felt that something was amiss—something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

"Well...that’s great. I am glad that you are fine now." She smiled.

Draven stared at her and suddenly said, "I want to ask you something, Avelina."

"And I want you to be honest with your response," he added.

"Okay..." Avelina nodded. "Go on."

As he began to take the bloodied duvet off the bed, Draven asked, "If you were given the opportunity or had the chance to kill me, would you do it?"

Avelina’s expression turned serious in an instant.

"No."

Draven scrunched his brows. It was obvious that he didn’t believe her.

"I don’t like people that lie, Avelina, and I certainly don’t like being lied to," he said. "Tell me the truth. It won’t matter, so please be honest with me."

"But I am telling you the truth, Draven!" Avelina struggled to keep her expression in check. "As you said, it won’t matter, so I have no reason to lie to you."

Draven frowned seriously. "But why?"

"Because I have no reason to." Avelina laughed in response. "You have not hurt or done anything wrong to me."

Then she went ahead to explain, "Yes, I know that humans hate your kind, and your kind hates humans, but that can never be reason enough. I can’t kill you just because."

As she approached Draven to take the duvet from him, Draven gazed at her, bewildered and in thought.

"You are very different from the humans that I have met."

Avelina ceased folding the duvet and looked at him. "Different?" she asked.

Draven nodded. "Yes."

"In what way, exactly?" Avelina resumed folding the duvet as she inquired.

Draven pondered for a few moments. With a deep breath, he answered, "I expected you to be hostile, but you are not."

Avelina paused to review his words. "Hostile?" she queried, clearly surprised by his words.