A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 403: Don’t…Leave…Me, Please…

Chapter 403: Don’t...Leave...Me, Please...

Of course, Draven has no intention of killing himself.

Old Master Lenort nodded his head. "Of course. You know that I’m someone who always stands on his word."

"Okay, then." Draven agreed.

Valentine widened his eyes at him. "D-Draven..."

Avelina, whose heart was beating right out of her chest, widened her eyes and struggled to free herself from the two men. "Draven! Draven, please don’t do it. Please, I beg you!! Please, listen to me, dont—"

Old master, who was irritated by her constant rambling, appeared before her in the blink of an eye and slapped her across the face.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut!"

Draven eyes flew wide and in an instant, he appeared before Old Master Lenort, about to grip him by the throat, but just then, it struck him.

A painful sensation that sent an agonizing pain shooting through his entire body. Draven quickly dropped to his knees, spurting out the mouthful of blood that had built up in his throat.

He gripped his chest, that being where it hurt the most.

Old Master Lenort raised his brow, a smile spreading across his face. "Oh? It finally kicked in?" He burst into laughter.

"What...are you...talking about?" Draven struggled to breathe, his face swelling up in pain. Veins popped up in his neck and he clutched onto the floor, not able to even move a muscle.

"You still...have no idea?" Old Master Lenort asked and when he got no response from him, he burst into laughter. "You still have no idea that that blondie who works for you poisoned you?"

Draven’s soul shook at his words. Blondie? Loui? No...no, impossible, Loui would never do something like that to him! Loui would never poison him!

"Oh...my poor son. You are usually very cautious and this one time you decide to trust, the person betrayed you for his own gain." Old Master Lenort clicked his tongue and shook his head as if feeling pity for him.

Draven’s hands balled into tight fists, his body trembling. It must have been the drink he took.

He laughed, mocking himself. "What did you...offer him?"

"Offer him?" Old Master Lenort rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I didn’t offer him anything. He came of his own accord because he wanted to save his sister. The skinny one that works as your wife’s maid."

"Thalia!" Avelina exclaimed.

Draven chuckled. "I see..." He coughed frantically, spurting out more blood. Avelina quickly hurried to him and Valentine rushed to him as well.

"D-Draven...w-w-what is goi—" But Avelina was dragged off him by the guards. She held onto Draven’s hand, unwilling to let go.

"Let go of me!! Draven! Draven!! Draven, please don’t leave me!!" She was starting to cry profusely, tears streaming down her face. "Please don’t leave me! You promised! Please...I beg you...I beg you."

Draven whose hand was slipping from hers, lifted his head to look at her. "Ave....Avelina..."

His eyes watered up, two single drops of tears, falling from his eyes onto the floor. What was the tightening feeling in his chest? Was his death close? He could feel it as close as his shadow.

But regardless, he didn’t let go of Avelina’s hand. The guards had to resort to trying to break them apart.

Valentine stood up to the guards, wanting to help Avelina. "Let her go! You are hurting—"

But Lumian appeared behind him, running a hand over his mouth to cover it. He twisted his hand behind his back and began to drag him away. Valentine struggled in his grip, watching as Draven and Avelina were finally broken apart.

Old Master Lenort sent a kick to Draven’s stomach, causing the man to fall to the floor with a heavy thud. He was completely weekend, unable to move a muscle.

Avelina could only cry furiously, struggling to break free. She was reaching out her hand, wanting to hold onto Draven.

But in front of their eyes, Draven’s eyes were slipping away from him.

The others joined in, including Ryan and the guards to begin kicking Draven, beating him up. This was per Old Master Lenort’s order.

It was as if they wanted to kill him, faster than the poison. Slowly but steadily, Draven’s consciousness slipped away from him, the last thing he heard being Avelina’s voice calling for him.

Valentine forcefully broke out of Lumian’s grip, running to get them off Draven, but Lumian was quick to catch up to him. He gripped him and in the blink of an eye, he sent him out of the mansion, teleporting grimly to a whole different area he’d never been to before.

"Lumian, what is the meaning—"

Lumian disappeared out of sight, leaving only him by himself in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Valentine’s soul shook roughly, fear grasping a hold of him.

"W-where am I? D-Draven! Draven!" He began to sob, knowing the worst could have probably happened.

He was too little. If he knew this was what their father had planned, he would have made sure Draven didn’t return to the mansion and then found a way to save Avelina later on.

With trembling hands, he searched for his phone in his pockets and dialied Olive’s number.

It rang and luckily for him, Olive answered.

"O-olive....Olive..." he was crying profusely.

[Val, what\’s wrong? Why are you crying?]

"Olive...L-Loui poisoned my brother. T-they are trying to kill him at the mansion. P-p-please, save my brother. I beg of you, he can’t die. I beg you, he’s all I have. Please." Valentine pleaded, falling to his knees on the sandy ground. "I-I don’t know where I am. I’m in the middle of nowhere."

"Please save him! I beg you!" He pleaded.

But no answer came from the other side of their phone. Then the next thing he heard was the call being ended. He tried to call back a few more times, but Olive was no longer picking up.

Valentine lost all hope and clutched onto his chest. He cried uncontrollably, hitting his head to the floor contentiously till it began to bleed.

"Please...somebody, please save my brother. I’m begging you." He sniffled, his tears-filled eyes blurting his vision. "Draven....please, don’t leave me! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you! I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything when you needed me the most."

"I’M SO SORRY!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!" He bellowed loudly in pain, throwing his head back to stare at the dark skin.

His body dropped to the floor and he curled himself into a soft ball, continuing to cry nonstop.

"I’m sorry...I’m so sorry... Draven...please...don’t leave me..."