Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 64

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Chapter 64: Unable to compel

He should leave the room and avoid her questioning him, but he liked to listen to her heartbeat. She was the only amusement that had driven him into coming back this soon when he still had so much more he wanted to do outside the walls of his castle.

Recalling the look of disheartenment he’d glimpsed on her face about those words written in the parchment, Rohan felt himself visiting the memories of the boy who had written those words before his death. It had been in this same room, only the room was nothing like this then and was a ruined version of what it was now with broken mattress and fireplace.

"He is a devil. A devil should not live among us, he should be sent back to hell where he belongs. He killed his own granduncle yesterday for being nice to him," said voices the young boy tried to eavesdrop on from his room. He needn’t even try because the voice came to him and reached his ear where he lay down on his favorite spot beside the fireplace, curled up and staring at the empty walls.

"If he grows up into a man, he would be worse. We have shown him so much love but he isn’t accepting it, he is behaving like the devil he is. We have to put him to peace, Your Majesty. Love is not what he requires," came the voice of the queen.

"Then he shall be sent to his home where he belongs." The king declared.

The boy heard those words and knew what it meant. His time was over in this world and his death was near, but strangely he felt nothing. He did not know if he would prefer death to living, he had never felt like he was living. Was everything done to him by his parents called love? Was that what love was? He questioned himself as he sat up and reached out to take the parchment and ink lying next to his legs where he had been learning how to read and write by eavesdropping.

Bending down over the piece of paper, he began to write down what he felt at that moment. "Today is the day they plan to kill me. I heard them talking about it, but surprisingly... I do not fear death as much as I feared living. I live in hell each day. I wonder what the real hell will be like, as they said I belong there. My only regret is that I never got to live before I die."

Writing those words, he folded the parchment and looked around on where to put it so his writing which he’d learned with so much dedication would live even after his death. Something about him had to live so when he became the devil in his home, he would come back for it. He found a perfect spot beside the fireplace where a friendly rat he’d eaten days ago had walked in from. He crawled there and carefully pushed the parchment into the hole and then stared at it in satisfaction.

He was still staring at it when the door of his room was banged open. And he knew immediately that his life was over even before he turned around to see who came in. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate with a dead smile.

Back to the present, Rohan watched the ceiling blankly, completely lost in the memories of that boy when his wife’s voice snapped him back to his senses. She wasn’t sleeping, he thought with a sigh as he turned in her direction and she looked at him guiltily and repeated her words which he’d missed.

"I will sleep if you tell me what happened to your back," she said.

Rohan, for a moment, thought he had misheard her words and frowned, "What did you say?" he asked and she repeated it and he sat up quickly on the bed.

"Didn’t I tell you to forget it?" he demanded, his voice sounding harsher than he planned for it to sound. He had compelled her into forgetting, how come she still remembered and was still asking?

Belle felt her heart sting at the harshness in his voice when he had been just kind and easy to be around. His intense eyes burned into her that she felt like crawling away and hiding, but she didn’t do that and sat up to face him. "You did, but it’s not something so easily forgotten. How can I forget something that looks so, so..." She trailed off when he suddenly moved towards her, grabbed her shoulders in both hands and then stared into her eyes, causing gooseflesh to rise on her skin and her soul to feel like it was exposed to him. She shivered and stilled.