Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 181

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Chapter 181: The Rogue

The moment they stepped into that part of the danger zone, the rogues came running and jumping towards them, the sound of the rain drowning out their loud noises and cries. Gwen and Rav dismounted their horses and, with fast movement of the night creatures, began to snap off the heads of the rogues even before the creatures could attack.

The two vampires fought to clear a path for Belle, who was still on her horse, as she would have to ride further in to find Rohan.

Gwen grabbed a rogue by the neck and, with one swift movement, she tore the hideous, fragile-boned creature apart and then turned to the lady.

"The path is clear, go!" she yelled so she would be heard against the rain and the rogues. "We will be right behind you!"

Belle nodded her head, but before snapping the reins to ride through the path they had cleared, while the vampires distracted the other rogues, drawing them away so she could pass, she turned to them and said,

"Don’t get hurt... or bitten."

Then she rode away, following Kuhn, who seemed to be moving faster than the horse with his long cloak flying through the wind.

The further they went, the more dense the bushes became, and she had to stop the horse at one point to walk the rest of the way, as Kuhn had said they were almost there.

She dismounted, carried her arrows and crossbow along with the heart, and then she turned to Kuhn. "What am I to do if I find him? How can I get the heart back into him?"

Kuhn turned to her while still using his senses to find Rohan in the bushes. "The heart of a demon always knows where it belongs. You get close to him enough to put the plant against his chest, it will infest itself with him."

"And then what happens next?" Belle asked as they began to walk into the dense bushes, having hidden the horse in the shade beneath a large tree. The rain had reduced its downpour, making it easier to navigate the forest.

"I do not know. You’ll find out after it happens. I have not done this before," came Kuhn’s emotionless reply.

He did not know? She couldn’t believe they were walking into the unknown without a plan. Belle parted her lips to speak but then pressed them shut, realizing there was no use letting her anxiousness about the unknown make her snap at the creature who was trying to help her.

As long as the heart was with her, she believed everything would go well once she found Rohan.

"You have to remember also that he is no longer the person you know. You cannot easily get close to give the heart back. He doesn’t know you. He will only see you as food and want to eat," Kuhn warned, coming to a sudden stop.

Belle, unable to calm her jittery nerves at the thought of the unknown, halted as well. She turned to look at the cloaked creature just as he stared intensely in a certain direction, completely still.

She wiped the rain from her face and followed his gaze, then gasped softly at what she saw.

Just ahead in the bushes stood a rogue, one that hadn’t rushed after the rest who had gone in the direction where Rav and Gwen were calling out, luring them away to kill them. This one was different.

But then, why would he be hungry enough to chase anyone... when he was feasting?

The rogue had his back turned to them, hunched over what looked like the large, lifeless body of a bear, devouring it raw in the rain. His head was bent low, buried in the carcass.

Belle’s mind was racing with the question of how they would sneak past this one, but her thoughts screeched to a halt when the rogue slowly lifted his head. Her heart gave a sudden, sinking sensation, and then it began to throb frantically against her ribs at the sight.

Through the curtain of rain, she saw it clearly now: the blue-tinged hair... the familiar curve of his shoulders... the unmistakable form of the man she loved.

"That’s... that’s my husband..." she whispered, more in breathless relief than in shock or horror. The sheer relief of finding him without having to venture deeper into the woods burned at her throat, thick with emotion.

He was here. She had found him. And though he was drenched in blood and rain, feasting like a beast on a dead animal, her heart clung desperately to the hope that everything could finally end here, because she had reached him.