A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 39: Natasha!!

Chapter 39: Natasha!!

Draven nodded as if in thought.

"You were a slave to my kind, and they did not treat you even a tiny bit well, so it is only natural that I expected you to be hostile towards any vampire, including me, even if you don’t have to show it for the sake of your safety."

"The humans to whom no wrong has been done are quite belligerent. Most of them that I have met are like that, which is why I said you are different," he concluded.

Understanding his point, Avelina chuckled. "It doesn’t really make me different."

"And honestly, I won’t lie, I do hate vampires. I just don’t loathe you in particular," she added. "I am antagonistic towards your kind, but just not to you. That is it! It is not that I am not belligerent."

Draven’s expression turned solemn.

"That is strange."

"Why do you say so?" Avelina was curious. "Don’t You hate humans?"

Draven shook his head. "No."

"Huh?" Avelina was stunned.

Draven remained silent, a bit lost in his sudden thoughts. He slightly tilted his head and said, "Humans are not such good creatures, but we are no better than them. They didn’t wrong me, so why despise them?"

He continued, "I don’t look down on humans, Avelina. I have a simple-to-follow principle, which is: Hurt those who hurt you and spare those who spare you."

"I have no business with those who have not wronged me." He shrugged.

Avelina blinked her eyes, astounded. "Does that mean that you do not dislike me?"

"Why do you ask such a thing? Have I ever mentioned to you that I dislike you in any way?" The frigid Draven’s face contorted into displeasure at her words.

Avelina surveyed him as she slowly shook her head.

"No... I just thought that you did."

Draven frowned in confusion. "I do not! I have no reason to dislike you. You have not done anything wrong to me, nor have you committed any act that could warrant me to find you distasteful."

"If I did dislike you, I would never let you get close to me, nor would I have bought you. Not only that, but I never would have said a word to you," he explained.

Avelina stared at him for a few moments before suddenly bursting into a heartwarming laugh, leaving Draven baffled.

"What amuses you?" Draven asked, his brows crumpling.

"You," Avelina replied, cackling.

"Me? Am I funny?" Draven drew his head back, genuinely perplexed. With a careful revision of his earlier response, he is utterly sure that he had not said anything that could possibly regale her.

So he stood with his gaze fixed on her, awaiting her clarification.

Avelina cleared her throat and composed herself. She looked at Draven and offered him a lovely smile.

"There is something heartwarming about you that I can’t quite put my finger on, which is why I laughed. But not in a form of mockery or so."

Draven’s expression changed slightly. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "I still don’t understand it, but I will pretend that I do."

Avelina chuckled softly and walked to the door. "I will be taking this to the workers."

"Do you know the way?" Draven inquired with his right brow arched.

Avelina was instantly hit by the realization, so she paused. "No..." she replied, inwardly embarrassed.

"I will ask anyone that I see and—"

Her words came to a stop when the door of the room abruptly opened, hitting her petite figure with a heavy slam.

Reacting with a non-human swiftness, Draven’s figure blurred across the bed where he stood, covering the distance in a mere instant. His hand reached out, and his fingers closed around Avelina’s slender waist.

The force of his movement halted her momentum and he pulled her up, preventing her from hitting the floor.

Avelina’s startled gasp filled the air, and she breathed heavily with her wide eyes locked with Draven’s concerned gaze.

She regained her composure.

"Thank you," she whispered, her trembling hands holding onto Draven’s well-toned muscular arms.

"Are you okay?" Draven queried.

Avelina nodded at him. "I am okay, thank you."

Draven released her waist, his touch lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. He shifted his attention to Santino, who stood like a statue with an apologetic and frightened look.

"Apologies, my lady. I had no idea that you were at the door. I was hurrying a bit," Santino apologized as he bowed.

Avelina smiled at him, assuring him that it was alright.

Santino heaved a sigh of relief and turned his attention to Draven. "Young master, you are alright..." he mumbled his last words, perplexed.

"I am." Draven nodded calmly.

Santino once again wheezed a deep breath of relief. He glanced at Avelina and stepped toward her.

"May I have that, my lady?"

Avelina handed the duvet over to him.

Santino left with it and called in the maids to dress the bed in a fine new set of duvets.

Draven, on the other hand, took a bath and cleaned himself up. While he was dressing up, Avelina went in to have her shower.

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Clad in a red dress with her raven hair dropped to her bottom, Natasha angrily broke things, her shoulders rising and falling in rage.

The two maids who stood in the room with her cowered back in fear, afraid that they might get hurt. They stood close to each other, their hearts jumping every now and then when Natasha breaks one thing or another.

The door of the room suddenly opened, and Ryan, who seemed to have heard the ruckus going on, stepped in. He glowered at the sight of Natasha, who was trashing the room.

"Natasha!!" he called her name with a voice filled with annoyance.

But Natasha ignored him and continued to let out her anger on the properties in the room.

Ryan scowled at this. He balled his hands into fists and ordered the maids to exit the room at once.

They did as he commanded, leaving only him and his wife in the room.

Ryan stormed towards Natasha and harshly gripped her by the arm, stopping her from breaking any more of their properties.

"Enough!!" he yelled at her.