A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 53: Meaning?

Chapter 53: Meaning?

Avelina walked beside Draven to their room, and Draven shut the door after they entered.

He plopped down onto the sofa and rested his head back, seeming a bit tired.

Avelina, who noticed, wondered what could be wrong, so she inquired, "Uh... Draven, are you okay?"

Draven glanced at her. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you look paler than usual. It’s as if you are sick," Avelina replied, sounding a bit concerned.

Draven waved his head in disagreement. "I am not sick. I’m just feeling drained, and it’s because I missed my morning sleep," he explained.

Avelina bit her lower lip, very aware that it was her fault. She let out a soft breath and smiled at him. "There are still two hours till it clocks noon, so do you think you could maybe—"

"No, I don’t feel sleepy anymore. I don’t like to wake up in the middle of my sleep because once I do, I can’t sleep anymore until the next day." Draven stood up from the sofa. "Don’t blame yourself, though, it is not your fault. I chose to wake up. It was my choice."

"I’ll just have a glass of blood. I will feel better afterward." He walked out of the room.

A deep breath fled Avelina’s nose, and she went ahead to have her shower.

...

Draven walked into the storeroom where the batches of packed blood were stored.

He strolled to the first batch and reached to grab one sachet of blood.

Will one be enough? He contemplated and eventually came to the decision to take two sachets.

He turned around to leave but halted when he came face to face with Lestat, who came for a sachet of blood as well.

Lestat gazed at him, and his face crumpled in an ugly manner. "What are you doing here?"

Draven raised his brow at him. "Meaning?"

Lestat laughed with a look of mockery. He pinched his forehead and stepped closer to directly look into Draven’s eyes.

"You should leave at this point. Nobody wants you here. You are messing up the whole family."

"No wonder Father calls you a devil’s son. First, you killed your wife and son and caused a ruckus in the family. Now, you went ahead and brought in a human bitch. How much further will you—"

Without even a second to anticipate what was coming for him, Lestat found himself slammed into the wall.

Draven, who held him by the neck, lifted his fisted hand to punch him in the throat, but he, however, ceased his fist just an inch away from his throat.

Lestat cackled. "Haha, why did you stop? Go on! Punch me!"

Draven stared at him for a few seconds before dimming his reddish eyes, which had sparked up in a moment of anger.

"You don’t punish someone for their first mistake, but you do so for their second. This is your first Lestat, but your second will be the end of you. Don’t dare me! You can’t handle me."

He let go of him and stepped away from him. He strolled out of the storeroom, leaving Lestat to stare at his fading figure.

"Bastard!" Lestat cursed, his hands fisting so hard that one could hear his knuckles cracking.

...

Draven arrived at the door of his room and halted.

His grip on the door handle tightened, and he pushed the door open. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Seeing that Avelina was still having her shower, he transferred the blood into a glass cup and stood by the window as he began to drink it.

Anyone who saw him at that moment could tell that he was zoned out. It was clear that he was thinking deeply about something.

Avelina, who was done with her shower, stepped out of the bathroom. She looked over at the window, and her brows furrowed upon seeing Draven, who stood with a dazed expression.

Could something have happened? Why does he look cynical? Avelina pondered, perturbed.

She hesitated a bit before walking into the dressing room to change. She came out after a few minutes, clad in a casual pink dress, to still see Draven standing at the window.

A slight frown settled in between her brows as she approached him.

"Draven," she called, but Draven did not respond.

"Draven." She tugged his shirt, finally snapping him out of his drifting thoughts.

Draven was a bit startled. He looked at her, perplexed. "Is there a problem?"

Avelina scrutinized him from head to toe before her frown deepened even more.

"Did...something happen? Why are you spaced out?" Avelina asked, worried.

"I was thinking of something," Draven replied.

Avelina folded her arms and stood next to him. "Which is?"

"It is not something you should worry yourself about," Draven said. "I had an encounter with my brother, but it’s nothing much."

Avelina’s expression turned serious.

"Well, I will not ask any further because it seems you do not want to talk about it, but I hope you are okay." She smiled at him.

"I am." Draven nodded. He stepped back a bit to examine her.

Avelina, who could not understand why he was surveying her, held a look of bewilderment. "What are you doing?"

"Avelina, do you not eat to your heart’s content?" Draven abruptly questioned.

Avelina was stunned and puzzled. She furrowed her brows and inquired, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you weigh very little. I can lift you with ease," Draven replied. He grabbed her by her armpits and lifted her as though she were a teddy bear. "See..."

Avelina blinked her eyes.

"Draven...I am a human. Of course, I am not heavy for you. You are a vampire," she clarified with a look of amusement evident on her face.

"Oh, is that so?" Draven was surprised. "Then I have been worried for nothing. You left me a little bit bemused because I do see you eat quite a lot."

Avelina’s brow arched in a dissatisfied manner. "Are you calling me a gluttony?"