Married To The Mad Vampire Lord
Chapter 250: "I am scared, baby."

Chapter 250: "I am scared, baby."

The royal vampire castle stood tall in the dead of night, with thick clouds hanging low behind it. Now and then, flashes of lightning lit up the sky, making the towers glow brightly for a moment.

Inside the castle, by one of the many balconies, the king could be seen staring into the night with restless eyes that had been there ever since the day he had failed to kill the mad vampire. If his nephew still lived, King Zion knew he would come for him—and though he was prepared, he feared he wasn’t prepared enough.

Had he known things would turn out like this, he wouldn’t have acted during the hunt. Now, not only did he have his nephew to worry about, but he also had Aragonia constantly bothering him since the day they sent a letter demanding that their girl return home for a visit—it had been over six months since her marriage.

They had agreed on paper that she would return to her homeland every six months for a visit, and if she failed to do so in any given month, they would assume something had happened to her and would wage war against them.

Now, he had no idea where the human girl or his nephew were, making it impossible for him to try and make everything work out. He was caught in a dilemma on both sides.

It was said the human had run away during the hunt, and though King Zion had a feeling his children were involved, he hadn’t cared, after all, she was a mere human who had been of no use to his plans of getting rid of his nephew anymore. But now, he no longer thought that way.

He needed to find the human girl and compel her to return to her homeland for a few weeks. But when he questioned his children after the hunt, they claimed they had no idea what had happened to her. There was no dead body found, no traces of her or his nephew.

Aragonia had even threatened to join hands with Bimmerville if the girl did not return home within a month. Where was he supposed to look for this useless human? the king wondered as he sipped from his blood wine and stared out into the night. All he ever wanted was for one of his sons to carry on the throne, but it seemed fate was playing with him in the cruelest way possible.

Bimmerville was not to be reckoned with. For years, Nightbrook had never taken a single human from their people as slaves. To ensure peace, he had sent their king ten thousand chests of gold every year, just to prevent him from even thinking of going against Nightbrook. It was that wealth that kept the land thriving and made it one of the richest. If any vampire didn’t enter Bimmerville, then they in turn never came hunting within Nightbrook.

Now that Aragonia was threatening them, he did not know what both human lands would do. What if Bimmerville’s king decided to betray them after all the wealth he had taken from them in the past years? He couldn’t take the chance of any way now.

King Zion was still thinking hard on how to find this human girl when his spine stiffened as he felt like someone was watching him from behind, inside his dim chamber. He was a pure-blood vampire with sharpened senses, and even the slightest presence could not go unnoticed by him.

Now he knew someone was inside his chamber.

Turning to the direction, he belatedly noticed every single lamp in the room was suddenly turned out and the place was plunged into darkness. He made no attempt to walk back inside from the balcony to inspect what had caused the lights to go off themselves.

Bracing himself on the balcony, he scanned the chamber as he could still make out shadows in the darkness.

He caught sight of a tall figure.

"Who is there?" he demanded, and then, using his mind link, he sent signals to every vampire guard he shared a link with.

"I am not an enemy, Zion," came the voice from the darkened chamber. "I am here to help you conquer an enemy."

"Who are you?" the king demanded, straightening his spine.

"You don’t need to know my identity. If you value your life, you will listen to me—because Rohan Dagon is on his way to kill you. Follow my instructions and you will live."

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Meanwhile, in Bimmerville, Belle did not know how she got back to her chamber, but she was there and was scrubbing shakily at the blood stain on her body, wanting to get rid of all the signs of whatever she had unintentionally done in the basement. Her memories were unclear, but one thing was clear and vivid... she had killed someone... She had killed him and left his body in the basement.

What she couldn’t recall was how she got to her chamber, but immediately her senses became hers again, she wanted to rid herself of the stain of her sin. How could she have done that? How could she have killed...

Belle thought as tears pricked the back of her throat and she whimpered softly as the blood wasn’t coming off quickly enough. The worst part of it was that her heart held no regrets, only fear. She had no remorse for killing him because he had wanted to kill her. She couldn’t die, not when she had people she loved. He had wanted to take her life and her baby’s—she had only done what she strangely believed was right.

Only now, she wasn’t so sure if killing him was the right thing... or how she had done it that quickly. She was tempted to go back to the basement and check if she had truly killed him and in what way she had done it, but she was terrified of seeing what she had done. The blood on her dress was proof enough that she had committed a sin and a crime...

Unable to wipe off the blood entirely, Belle hastily and shakily took off the gown, leaving her wearing only her chemise. It was then that she even noticed the cut on her belly and the one on her palm. She had not felt the pain until she saw the bleeding wound.

With shaky limbs, she walked to a drawer and pulled it to retrieve a box of ointment and cotton. She returned to the vanity mirror and tore her chemise from the part that was cut by the sword to reveal the bleeding wound. She cleaned the blood with a linen and was relieved to see that it wasn’t a deep wound but was only bleeding so much.

She dressed the wound and tied a cloth around her belly to stop the bleed, and then she treated the cut on the palm of her right hand that happened to be deeper than she thought. She recalled holding the sword with her bare hand, and a shudder ran through her body as she hastily dismissed the memory.

Done with dressing the wound, she gathered her bloody gown and walked to the fireplace. She dumped it into the burning flames and watched it burn, and next she did the same to every piece of clothing she wore that held blood stains.

She wore a set of clean clothes and then sat by the wingback chair by the fireplace to watch the clothes burn to ashes. She was stunned to see that her hands were shaking on her lap when she looked down. She was terrified of what would happen if anyone knew that she had killed the man.

She was even more terrified that she wasn’t regretful—and had a sense of rightness in her heart about her actions.

"I... I just wanted to stay alive... that’s all. Oh, Lord forgive me my sin," she prayed silently as she clapped her palms together in front of her. Done asking for forgiveness, she brought her hand to touch her stomach where the baby moved after being still since when she drank the blood. He rolled and tapped gently, and she rubbed her hand against the movement, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I am scared, baby. I don’t know what to do. I... I am terrified." She let the tears roll down her pale cheeks, then turning her eyes towards the window, she muttered, "Where are you, Rohan? Come back to me. I can’t do this alone. We need you."

She settled back against the chair, staring into the burning flames in the fireplace where the logs were burning. Weary and tired, she closed her eyes, giving in to the exhaustion, knowing she might not get to do this in an hour or so when the other guard realized his partner was gone.

Sleep was the last thing on her mind, but she was just too weak to stay awake.