Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 217: Mind link_Part 2
Chapter 217: Mind link_Part 2
Rav soon dismissed Ben with a sigh of relief that he had handled it carefully without them going to any magistrate office to clear things. The man already knew his way to the stable and went there, while Rav made his way into the yard and went around turning off the enclosed burning lamps around the fence.
He was closing the case of the last lamp when the voice in his mind link broke into his silent head, startling him for a moment until he realized who it was.
"Can you hear me?" said that voice that did not belong to his master but to one he had turned himself. He could hear the voice clearly, but Rav decided to pretend he did not, as he did not want to have anything to do with the person after he had impulsively saved them.
"I know you can hear. You spoke to me a night ago. You told me it was raining in winter where you are... Are you still in the carriage, cold and lonely?" asked the voice in his mind, causing Rav to stop mid-action from his bent position of fixing a crooked lamp on the iron of the fence.
When it had rained that night and he had been left in the carriage and was stuck there, unable to find any shelter, Rav had made the mistake of entertaining this certain person and even talked to the person about the weather and how dangerous and lovely it looked at the same time.
He wasn’t much of a talkative person, but he had talked with the person sharing his mind link. Now that he was back to his work and activities, he did not want to give the person any impression that they could talk to him.
"It’s raining here as well," said the voice. "It’s raining so hard it’s hurting my ears to listen to it. I can’t control my thirst. Why did you turn me into this? I would have rather died than go through this bloodlust..."
"You wanted to live," Rav said before he could stop himself and remember he was pretending not to hear the voice. "I saw it in your eyes and how you asked for my help. That’s the only way you could live in that condition."
He had turned this person without a second thought because he had seen in the person’s eyes the same desperation to live that had been in his when he begged Rohan to save him that night of the massacre in Ravantown. He had seen in the teary blue eyes that will to want to live, and without thinking, he had done the unthinkable and turned the person.
"I wanted to live, but not like this. My family will never accept me again... you are the only one I have to talk to and you keep ignoring me. It’s lonely out here."
"Everyone is lonely," Rav said. "We just learn to cope with it and live with it. Loneliness is part of what makes us—even those who have people around them are lonely. There’s nothing I can do to help you anymore. Stay safe and be careful not to kill too many people with your thirst. The bloodlust will go away in some time and you will be a normal vampire with control. Goodbye."
Rav shut the link before the person could speak again. He had no reason to associate himself with this person, especially when he knew there was no way he could be of help when they had a long distance between them. He had already done what he could to save her. He couldn’t take it back, nor could he help with the loneliness she spoke of.
According to Nightbrook laws, he wasn’t even supposed to turn anyone without the king’s permission. He had committed a crime in the eyes of the law, and if he kept himself in contact with this woman he had impulsively saved, he might bring more trouble to his master and to himself. She wasn’t his responsibility in any way.
He turned into the house and went to the kitchen to give instructions on what would be cooked for breakfast for the master and his wife, removing all thought of the woman who had spoken to him just now through the mind link.
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Meanwhile, inside the master’s study room, Rohan could be seen standing before the long brown desk, his hands moving swiftly as he mixed his wife’s medicine in a bowl. The medicine was a purplish color and filled only a quarter of the rounded bowl.
However, he brought the cup where he had collected the blood Rav had stored that morning and emptied it into the medicine, filling the bowl almost to the brim and changing the purplish color into maroon. Then he brought a spoon and stirred the medicine and blood together.
To mask the scent and taste of iron, he added a drop of wine flavor into it, and then he took a sip to taste if it was masked enough. He was satisfied with the taste, but then he stared at the bowl with a look of guilt in his eyes. He was doing this for her sake, but he couldn’t help but feel the string of guilt that tugged at his heart at having to lie to her about what she was taking.
He hated lies, but this time around he knew he had to deceive her. In all his life, he would rather avoid the truth and a topic entirely than tell a lie. However, this time around, he couldn’t think of any other way to make what he was doing less repulsive to her than to mix the blood with her medicine, for her sake.
It was better to take what you do not know, just like the saying goes, what you don’t know can’t hurt you.
To vampires, it was their meal, they lived on blood, but to humans, it was something utterly repulsive they could never imagine having. To save her from that repulsion, he won’t tell her about this.
Sighing softly, he took the bowl lid and covered it, and then carried it gently back towards their chamber—where, the moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the sight of his wife moaning in agony on the bed as she clutched her stomach like she was in pain.
He hurried towards the bed and set the bowl on the nightstand before he reached out to her on the bed. "Sweetheart? Is it the pain again?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he helped her sit up on the bed, as she seemed to be struggling to sit up or to even answer his question.
The growing baby had tasted the blood last night, and now it was demanding for more early in the morning, Rohan thought as he hurriedly reached for the bowl and then held it out towards her mouth—but she shook her head no and moved her head away from the medicine.
She had complained of hating the taste even when he fed it to her last night, nonetheless, he could not let her go without having it.
"Don’t do that, you need it for the pain to go away. It’s your medicine," he coaxed gently. "Part your lips, my love."
He brought the rim of the bowl to her mouth when she parted it, and though she grimaced at the taste of it, Rohan did not bring the bowl down until she drank every single drop of it.
He brought it down and then used his finger to wipe the droplet of it from her lips. Without a word, she moved closer and dropped her head against his chest, and Rohan put the bowl down on the nightstand and pulled her onto his lap to pat her back more properly and to let her rest on him as the blood did the work of calming their demanding child in the womb.
"How do you feel now?" Rohan tipped his chin down to look at her resting eyes with spiky long lashes that were damp with her tears of pain a moment ago. She was breathing more steadily now, and her body was more relaxed.
He continued to stroke her hair and then her spine to further soothe her.
"I feel much better..." Belle finally found her voice again, as the pain had completely subsided. She had just opened her eyes this morning and was immediately consumed by it. She did not like how it gripped her unexpectedly, but the medicine Rohan had just given her seemed to take away the pain like some spell. Even last night, she had been able to sleep because of it.
"Is it the same medicine the doctor wrote down that day?" she asked, resting her head more against his chest and putting her arms around his waist.
"Hmm," he hummed, looking down at her. "It’s the same, only I mixed it with another medicine."
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