The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 636. Wake up

Chapter 636: 636. Wake up

Mill clasped and unclasped her fingers as she looked down at Mauve standing at the foot of the stairs. Mauve turned her entire body to face her, wrapping her arms around herself and staring intensely at Mill, pleading with her eyes. Mill looked up at the sky, squinted, and then glanced back at Mauve.

"Alright, I will be right behind the door," she said. "Please don’t try to set out by yourself."

"I haven’t even thought of that," Mauve replied.

Mauve smiled at her, though the smile felt stiff as if someone had used pins and needles to hold her face in place. She watched Mill slowly turn and walk to the door, which closed behind her as soon as she walked through it.

Mauve sighed and turned around. She was outside while the sun was out, and that was the least of her concerns. She couldn’t even enjoy the scenery. Rather, she was praying the sunlight would hold on a bit longer for them to return safely. How did it turn out like this?

Mauve started pacing left and right; it was either that or her head would explode with overflowing thoughts. She didn’t know how long she paced, chewing on her nails as she waited for some miracle.

The more the sun came out, the more her heart dropped further to her stomach. The sun was relentless, shining down even more. Mauve felt her heart squeeze, and tears poured from the corners of her eyes.

There was no doubt about it. This wasn’t some stunt—something was terribly wrong. She already knew this, but the reality was just hitting her, and it was hitting hard, making it difficult to breathe.

Mauve’s eyes suddenly caught something within the trees. For a second, she thought the glint of the sun was playing tricks on her, or maybe it was her tears blurring her vision and making her see things that weren’t there. But it didn’t take long for Mauve to realize it wasn’t the sun. Someone was running forward with someone on their shoulders, moving through the trees instead of the open path, likely to avoid as much sunlight as possible. She noticed they weren’t alone; two others were running behind.

Mauve’s first thought was to run forward, but she stopped herself. Even if she rushed toward them, she wouldn’t be able to help anyone. The most important thing was to get them out of the sun.

Mauve ran up the stairs and banged on the front doors for them to open. She banged twice, and the doors were thrown open. Almost immediately, she heard a swishing sound as they passed her on both sides. Damon crashed onto the ground, dropping Jael, who rolled a little away from Damon. The door shut immediately, locking behind Mauve, but not before she saw Jael’s condition, leaving her rooted to her spot.

Jael’s clothes were soaked, and even though they were black, she knew it was blood. The front of his clothes was ripped, and he looked like a mess.

"Mauve!" someone screamed her name. "Move!"

Her body reacted before she could even process the order. She was next to Jael in an instant, moving on instinct to where she thought he was situated. Her vision hadn’t adjusted, but it was getting better.

She stretched out her hand and placed it in front of his face. Her eyes had completely adjusted to the dim light, and she could see he was still bleeding out on the floor. The strong smell of blood clung to him, and something even stronger—the smell of burning flesh—filled the space. Mauve knew the smell couldn’t be coming only from him.

His eyes were closed, and he didn’t seem conscious. He lay limp on the floor, his leg at an awkward angle, but he did not attempt to adjust the uncomfortable position. His mouth didn’t open to her offering. Mauve’s eyes widened slightly, and she brought her hand even closer, but he didn’t move. She shoved the side of her wrist right into his lips, piercing her skin with his teeth on her own. She let out a little scream at the pain. Maybe it was because Jael didn’t do it himself, but it hurt more than usual. It almost felt as though she had pierced bone, but that was almost impossible as his fangs were long enough.

The blood poured out of her hand and headed straight for his throat as he lay with his back to the ground. He didn’t stir, the pain in her hand only worsening. She could feel everyone staring at her. As much as she wanted to start barking questions about what had happened, she knew now was not the time.

His face had blisters but nothing too serious. She could tell it was not the burns she had to worry about. It was the bleeding that was slowing down but not because his wounds were healing.

Nothing. Jael didn’t swallow, didn’t stir, and certainly didn’t try to drink more blood. "Don’t you dare!" she spat out, her tears spilling out. The situation was completely unbelievable.

"Wake up!" she yelled. Mauve didn’t think, didn’t know what drove her to do that. Maybe it was the realization that Jael was really dying, something she never thought she would ever see.

Mauve pulled her hand out of his mouth, ripping it from the fangs, and then slapped him, the blood pouring out of the holes in her arm and splashing across his face. Jael’s eyes tightened but remained shut, and Mauve gasped in hope as she put her bleeding wrist back into his mouth.

This time, Jael reacted, a little forcefully. He grabbed her arm and dug his teeth into her skin, making a completely different set of holes. Mauve winced, but compared to when she had to break her skin herself, this was remotely better. The only problem was the force he used to hold her down and drink her blood.

Mauve grabbed her elbow for dear life and felt the tug. The rush, her breathing increased, and her heart felt as though it was about to burst out of her chest. She could tell this was a problem, but somehow she didn’t want to pull her hand away.

"This idiot!" Mauve heard Louis swear as he grabbed Jael’s hand off her wrist. "Let her go," he yelled. "That’s enough drinking. At this rate, you’ll bleed her dry."

But Jael didn’t seem to have heard. Mauve didn’t even think he was conscious. His actions seemed to be reflex as his eyes were still shut tight. He had no intention of letting Mauve go. The harder Louis tried to pull his grip away, the harder he clamped onto her.

Mauve wondered why she didn’t feel fear. She knew she should panic at this point but all she could do was support herself as Louis tried to break her free.

"Help me!" Louis yelled to no one in particular, and Erick moved.

Damon was still laid out on the floor exhausted, and Danag wasn’t in her line of sight. Erick grabbed Jael’s wrist and squeezed, and Mauve would have sworn she heard a crack, but she was too distracted and a little dizzy to know if she actually heard it or not.

As Erick pulled Jael’s wrists off her, Louis pried Jael’s mouth open, pulling the fangs out of her skin. Even though he was only partly conscious, it was obvious Louis was using all his strength to get Jael off her. As soon as she felt him leave her skin, she pulled back and grabbed her hand. She looked and felt dazed. Blood poured out of the four holes in her skin, and the burning sensation was hard to ignore. Mill rushed to her side to help her.

Jael thrashed as Louis and Erick tried to hold him down. Louis spat out profanities, and it was obvious he was fighting hard not to keep Jael down. They managed to hold him down, but it took effort, and he tried to break free. Mill pulled Mauve to the side, away from the danger, and she mechanically followed.

Suddenly, Danag appeared with bags of blood in his hands. Mauve realized why he wasn’t present earlier. He ripped one open and poured it into Jael’s lips. Jael immediately relaxed as he tasted the blood. He grabbed the bag and gulped it down.

Mauve felt Mill shake her. She jerked her head in the vampire’s direction. "Are you okay?" Mill asked with concern.

Mauve nodded, still dazed. She looked down at her hand and saw it was still bleeding. Her other palm, which she used to grip it, was covered in blood. Her wound wasn’t closing. Usually, it didn’t bleed this much.

"Jean," Mauve mumbled as her eyes scanned the people around. She felt light-headed, and it was hard to move her head without feeling like the world would tumble.

"Your hand is still bleeding," Mill said and suddenly lifted her.

"Where is the physician? Surely, he can’t still be fast asleep with all the commotion?!" Louis yelled out.

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