Married To The Mad Vampire Lord
Chapter 251: Find The pregnant woman_Part 1

Chapter 251: Find The pregnant woman_Part 1

Belle slept until dawn, when a sudden sound right beside her startled her awake. She sat up quickly and turned to the side, nearly jumping out of the chair when she saw the familiar black cloak and rounded head of Kuhn.

"Oh God, Kuhn! How did you get here?" she exclaimed, a wave of relief washing over her at the sight of someone familiar. Her eyes locked on the creature, who stood silently at her side, watching her with those faint red eyes glowing from within his rounded hood.

Kuhn raised his hand and pointed it in the direction of the window. "Came from there," he rasped with his hoarse voice. "Rohan give me directions to come here and stay with you."

Belle’s eyes rounded at the mention of her husband. "He made it to Nightbrook, then?" she asked as she began to make an attempt to stand up from the chair, but she found that movement difficult to do as her body felt heavy and her back ached, tightening her spine. She moved her legs into the view of her vision and almost cried at how swollen her feet had become. Her feet looked so swollen her toes looked like little sausages!

She sat back on the chair and looked at Kuhn, who was watching her keenly, his eyes on her large belly.

"No wonder I can’t sense you to follow you," the creature said, still looking at her stomach, causing her to turn her head up with questioning eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Kuhn finally took his eyes from her stomach to turn his head to her face, where that movement made the wood in his neck crack like the sound of a greaseless door.

"I look for you after you left. I don’t know where you and Rohan gone to. I went to the land of dead, waiting and thinking you will come so I can follow. You did not come. I see why now." He pointed his hand to her stomach and then added, "Something inside you is keeping you here. Life inside you has made you not go there."

Belle clutched both hands to her stomach as her brows drew into a line.

"You mean I haven’t gone into the land of the dead these past months because of my baby?" she asked, and Kuhn nodded.

Belle didn’t know whether to feel relieved or concerned by his words. If she felt any relief, it was short-lived, because she wouldn’t be pregnant forever. Once the baby was born, nothing would stop her from slipping in and out between the two worlds again. And all she wanted, desperately, was to be a normal human with a normal life.

"How is it possible that my pregnancy made a difference?" she asked softly.

"You have life inside you. It belongs here, not there," the creature replied, offering no further explanation.

When Belle pressed him to explain, asked how she was even able to go there in the first place, the creature only stared at her in silence, as though he’d suddenly gone deaf or had chosen to no longer understand her.

She was already used to Kuhn doing that. He answered only the questions he wanted to. The rest he ignored, or refused to speak of. He liked to talk without explaining things. And as much as she wanted to understand what he meant about her baby belonging here, she suddenly noticed the morning light creeping in and the sound of footsteps approaching her chamber from the hallway.

Not long after, there was a knock on her door. She jerked her head in the direction of the door in alarm. Gripping her fingers against the arms of the chair, she pushed herself to her feet and cautiously walked towards the door where the knock grew persistent.

"My lady, are you awake?" came the voice of the man she recognized as the other guard who had been keeping an eye on her like a hawk. What did he want? Had he noticed the dead body in her basement?

Composing herself upon noticing that his voice held no urgency, unlike his knocks, she slowly unlocked the door, pulled it back, and peeked her head out to see him standing right outside the doorway, his bulky, tall form towering over her.

This particular guard always intimidated her because of his height and build, and he scared her even more now, knowing she had killed his partner.

He looked like someone who could strangle her with one hand and take her life without effort. She gulped at that thought and rubbed her sweaty palms along the sides of her dress as she opened the door wider to step forward.

"Yes. How may I help you?" she asked, with a fake sleepy look in her eyes.

"I apologize for disturbing you early in the morning, ma’am, but I wanted to ask if you had seen Harry around. I haven’t seen him since last night. I figured perhaps you sent him on some errands outside?" he questioned, as there was a time Belle had needed something from town and had sent the guard to get it for her, and the man had taken long to find the exact sweetened snacks she had sent him for—which had taken him until evening to come back.

He was a young man, so full of life and eager to please his superiors, Belle had noted.

But when she had killed him, she had not cared about him, as all she could think about was the fact that she wanted to live too.

Now that she was being asked about him, she swallowed the lump that rose in her throat, making sure her expression did not give away her sudden wash of guilt as she replied:

"No, I haven’t seen him, and I didn’t sent him out to get me anything. Did you look around in the yard?" she inquired, trying to appear helpful, knowing well enough that the young man’s body was laying somewhere inside her basement with his sword lunged into him.

Her fingers tightened around the door.

"I’ve looked around but can’t find him. I’ll check again," he said, dipped his head in a bow, and then stepped back and walked away.

Belle waited until he went down the stairs before she closed the door and then pressed her back against the wooden door, trying to calm her nerves. Very soon, if the young man wasn’t found, the house would go under search, and they would find his body. She had to do something—but what?

She turned her eyes towards Kuhn.

"What is Rohan doing in Nightbrook?" she asked, as he had not told her what he went there to do. He had only promised to come back, and days had gone by now. Knowing he was in that land was not assuring to her. She needed to know what he was doing there.

Kuhn answered her without missing a beat.

"Rohan wants to take the throne."

Belle looked stunned and bewildered, as if the ground beneath her had shifted.

He wanted to take the throne?! She did not need to ask how, because she knew, everyone knew, that the only way a royal relative could take the throne was by killing the current king.

Which meant...

He had gone to kill the king!

She did not know what to feel about that, because she was too emotionally overwhelmed, too torn between disbelief, fear, and confusion, to think or even react. She just stood there where she was, pressing her aching back against the door for support.

This wasn’t good. She knew that much. Because there would be consequences, grave ones, if he failed in his lone mission to kill a king who, from what she knew, was not without thousands of vampire guards stationed across the entire castle grounds.

Did he truly plan to fight them all alone? Without help?

What was he thinking?

"I never thought I would ever be saying this," she muttered to herself, "but I think my husband is mad."

And Kuhn, who stood in the room in stiff silence, nodded his head in agreement,

"Rohan is mad but strong. He can fight many of vampires if he desire to. You should..." Kuhn’s voice trailed off, and Belle saw as he turned his head around, his head tilted up as he seemed to sniff the air around him, causing her to ask,

"What’s wrong, Kuhn?"

He turned to look at her.

"Many Reapers are around the house. I can smell death coming upon here. Can’t stay here. They will sense me. Will come back when safe."

He disappeared before she could tell him not to leave her.