Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 84: Carving Of Repentance

Chapter 84: Carving Of Repentance

Riding his Midnight-black steed below the valley where he knew the burnt down establishment resided, Ivan was fortunate enough to have a good recollective memory, which in turn, made it easier for him to locate the landscape without any confusion on the way. While he rode his powerful steed to get to the perpetual valley, his racing heart kept beating in certain tempos that had never happened before, as if he could sense his Little Lamb would be facing the doors of death if he didn’t find her soon.

He could feel it, his uneasiness heightening, and that only fueled his drive to find her as soon as possible as he urged his horse to go faster. After several minutes of searching that felt like eternity in his eyes, he stopped his horse so he could have a quick survey of the perimeters.

Pulling off the hoodie of his black cloak that seamlessly blended with the night, his crimson eyes darted back and forth.

"Where is she?"

The cold night had covered the place in a thick fog, and it was difficult to see through. Taking a deep breath, the vampire prince closed his eyes and chose to rely on his vampiric senses instead. With full concentration, he inhaled sharply, wanting to smell her out before he ran out of time.

At first the distinct scent was unclear when it hit his nostril, but when he inhaled it one more time, he could perceive her whereabouts, but then his eyes alarmingly snapped wide when he perceived numerous scents, which weren’t as pleasing as that of his little lamb, and he knew immediately that she wasn’t alone.

"Dammit!" He cursed.

Turning his horse around, he followed the direction of her scent, succumbing to his vampiric senses. He could perceive how it got stronger, like he was getting close to finding her, but when he looked between the bare branches and the unclear fog, he saw no one.

His crimson eyes flashed with uncertainty as he wondered if he hallucinated her scent, but all that was thrown out of the window when he inadvertently looked up to see a few people holding his little lamb at the top of a cliff, and his eardrums twitched when he heard their disturbing laughters mixed with the panic of his little Lamb’s voice, but before he could react, she was pushed of the cliff.

His heart ceased at the sight, and his pupils dilated.

In a haste, his calculative gaze immediately simplified how quick he will be able to make it to her before she eventually hit the ground. With his horse already galloping in her direction, Ivan masterfully jumped down from his steed at the perfect timing, louding soundlessly on the ground, and with his Vampiric speed, all that could be seen was a blur of movement.

The next second, he had caught the falling woman in his arms, but since he wasn’t well prepared for it and had acted untimely, he lost his balance which in turn led to the two of them dropping to the ground, but he used himself as her safe landing whilst she fell on top of him while his own back connected to the hard earthly ground.

"I’ve got you." He managed to whisper through harsh breath as he wrapped his arms around the frail figure that laid unmoving atop of him. He had hit the back of his head a little too hard on the earthly ground, but he didn’t mind it as his only concern was on the woman who had fallen unconscious straight in his arms.

His powerful steed had stopped beside him, grunting as his hooves impatiently touched the earth. Carefully, Ivan tried to rise himself up into a sitting position, and his arms still protectively held Samantha as he stared at her unconscious face. Gently caressing her cheeks that looked red as though she had been hit, his thumb felt the wetness of her face as though she had cried, and that made his crimson eyes flash with contempt, whilst he looked up at the cliff.

Averting his gaze that surprisingly softened after he looked at her face, he couldn’t help but feel relieved that he had made it at the nick of time, else...

"...Little Lamb, hey," he caressed her moist cheek while calling out to her softly, and when her lashes fluttered, they slowly opened to reveal a pair of glazed green eyes.

"My Lordship?"

"Don’t speak." Hushing her softly, his other hand went beneath her thighs as he carefully lifted her in his arms, standing on his own two feet. A look of hostility flashed within his irises as he took her away, and his steed quietly followed him till they disappeared into the fog.

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"Do you think she’s dead?" One of the workers of the slave establishment questioned as they looked below, and the caretaker snorted at his stupid question before stepping back.

"The cliff is 90 feet above the ground, she would be inhuman to survive it." He said it confidently like he could predict how much damage the maid must have sustained from falling from such a high place, and they all had to agree, but it was a shame, letting such a pretty maiden fall to her doom without even getting a taste.

"We better leave, those royal guards are still on the hunt for us. Her death might draw attention, and we won’t be able to flee once people start gathering. Come on." The caretaker urged his fellow mates who found sense in his words and stepped back as well.

Turning around so they could leave, the four men halted when a man dressed in black cloak stood in their way. The ominous sight had frightened them to the point they assumed they might have stumbled upon a ghost, but the figure in a black cloak just stood there, unmoving.

Not even his face was visible as it had been shielded by the darkness of his cloak.

But they didn’t hear footsteps of someone approaching. Sharing confused looks that opted their fears, the caretaker was finally bold enough to question the strange man who had appeared from nowhere.

"Who are you?!!" He demanded, feigning bravery as he stepped forward with a jack-knife. "Can’t speak?! Huh?!"

"Fascinating, deranged sets of stupid amateurs." The man in a cloak responded with a bitter sneer after sighting the knife, "but congratulations, how does it feel to meet an angel of Death?" He raised his head up a bit, the sight of crimson eyes sending the four men bristling back in fright.

"Hell has spoken, it is time to atone for your sins." And he brought out his sharpened silver daggers. "Which one of you wants to get the carving of repentance?" He twirled the dagger in his grip as he pointed at them, as if deciding who to start with.

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