A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 99: Did It Hurt?

Chapter 99: Did It Hurt?

Draven sat up on the bed and glimpsed the mosquito, which was flying around a bit far from him. Yes, he could ignore it and continue his sleep, but no, it was getting too much on his nerves.

He stood up from the bed and moved over to where the mosquito was. He slapped his hands at the speed of light and took a soft breath with the thought that he had killed it, However, looking at the palms of his hands, he realized he hadn’t.

This made his eyes twitch even more. He was getting pretty annoyed.

"Deep breaths," he muttered to himself.

Draven glanced at the mosquito, which had changed location, and furiously, without restraints, he began to move from left to right, up and down, trying to kill the mosquitoes, however, all efforts were in vain.

Avelina, who could hear the continuous noise in her sleep, opened her eyes. She yawned and went dormant in shock at the sight of Draven, who was moving about at the speed of light. He was clapping uncontrollably.

What is he doing? She was baffled.

Her pupils moved furiously according to Draven’s movement, and unable to take it anymore, she called his name.

"Draven!"

Draven instantly came to a stop. He turned around and looked at her. "What?"

"What are you doing?" Avelina asked.

Draven replied while searching for the mosquito, "I’m trying to kill this darn mosquito!"

"What mosquito?" Avelina looked around the room.

Draven’s teeth were gritted. He was beyond annoyed. "I don’t know how it got in here, but I have been trying to kill it. I’m just not able to!"

"Oh. Eh, why not let it be? I’m sure it will fly—"

"No! It’s making my blood boil, and it’s driving me insane! I can’t stand it!" Draven immediately disagreed. He scrunched his face, deeply irritated, and looked around the room for it.

Avelina heaved a deep sigh. "Draven, you know that you—"

"It’s on your cheek!!" Draven exclaimed.

Before Avelina could even anticipate or say a word, Draven appeared before her in the blink of an eye. He grabbed one of the pillows and whipped it across her face with the intent of killing the mosquito.

This sent Avelina almost flying off the bed. She could swear she felt her neck almost dislocate. Not to mention the headache that followed afterward. She laid face down on the bed as though she were dead.

"Did I kill it?" Draven asked.

Avelina’s eyes fluttered furiously. She was...mad.

As she slowly sat up on the bed, she asked, "Did you kill it? You’re asking, "If you killed it?"

Draven blinked innocently at her while still holding the pillow. "Um...yeah."

He could see the expression on her face changing. "Um, Avelina, are you possibly mad?" he inquired, unsure.

Avelina grinned at him. "You bet I am!"

"Wh...why?" Draven was still clueless.

Avelina stood up on the bed and moved towards him with her hands balled into a tight fist. The bed had lifted her height, giving her the advantage of almost being at the same height level as Draven. So she gazed at him, eyeball to eyeball.

Draven darted his eyes around, not able to look her in the eyes. What was the feeling he was getting? The feeling of having committed something wrong...

"Why did you hit me with that pillow?" Avelina questioned.

Draven sincerely explained, "The mosquito was on your face, so I tried to—"

"Is that why you hit me with that pillow?" Avelina didn’t let him finish.

Draven scratched the back of his neck, feeling remorseful. "Did it hurt?"

"No, it didn’t." Avelina smiled at him.

"Eh...?" Draven was not convinced. "I don’t know...but you sound like it did."

"OF COURSE IT DID! I felt like my head was ripped off my neck! I’m suddenly having a headache too!" Avelina glared at him.

Draven was stunned. "OH..."

"Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t use any of my strength at all, so I didn’t think it would hurt you. I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

He grabbed her head to examine it.

"Leave me alone!" Avelina slapped his hands away. She climbed down from the bed and began to walk off to the sofa.

Draven turned around to look at her.

"I’m sorry..." His words were barely audible. He had no clue what to do. He had never seen her mad before.

"Avelina..." A light bulb had switched on atop his head. He had an idea.

Avelina raised her brow at him. "What?"

Draven grabbed the pillow and offered it to her. "Hit me back."

Avelina looked him up, down, and up again. She grinned. "Oh, you bet I will."

She stood up from the sofa and approached him. She snatched the pillow from him and climbed the bed, so she was almost the same height as him.

"I am not going easy with you," she said as she cracked her knuckles.

Draven couldn’t help but be amused by the way she was breaking her knuckles. It was as though she were going to beat the living daylight out of him, however, he knew not to laugh. That would only infuriate her further.

"Please go easy on me," Draven said to her.

Avelina frowned. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No," Draven said, shaking his head. "But you look like you want to kill me."

"Oh, I do," Avelina affirmed.

She tightly gripped the pillow, and with every ounce of strength stored within her, she hit him with the pillow.

Draven grabbed his neck and rubbed his head. Why did it feel like his brain had run back and forth in his head?

"Did it hurt?" Avelina questioned with narrowed eyes.

Draven gazed at her. "Honestly, not really, but I can act like it did if you want."

Avelina’s expectant expression fell immediately.

"Tsk!" She dropped the pillow and stepped down from the bed.

"Are you still mad?" Draven asked. He was genuinely confused and worried. What else was he to do to change her mood?