Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: The vampires in the woods_Part 1

If Belle had a watch with her, she would have truly realized she had wandered around the forest for more than two hours now without finding the path Farrah had marked on the map she handed her. From the marked path on the map, she was to follow a straight path and that would lead her just out of the forest and into the next town, and she would take a coache to Mr. Andrew’s inn to meet Jamie.

It had seemed easy when Farrah helped her analyze everything, and she had been confident about stepping into a forest she had heard from Rav could be dangerous, as no one knew what sort of animals lurked in the woods. The sky had turned completely dark, and if it weren’t for the lamp in her hand, she would have been plunged in utter darkness with no way of seeing where she was going.

The crescent moon in the sky was barely visible as the usual thick clouds of the lands kept hovering and covering it. She could hear the loud hoot of an unseen owl in the distance and the crickets in the bushes, but what she couldn’t see nor hear was a nearby town or see the light she always saw from the top of her balcony that made her believe that the town wasn’t far. What greeted her was pure darkness with the light of her lamp not going beyond where she stood.

The first crulding dread she had not allowed to creep into her bones was slowly creeping in and causing her to look around her surroundings panickingly. She had walked far away from the castle walls to dare go back, and if she did go back now, there was no telling if she would ever have this opportunity to test her heart and to let go and free Jamie from holding on to her and the beliefs that she would still be with him.

"Was I even walking in the right way?" Belle muttered to herself as she brought her lamp closer to the map that was starting to make absolutely no sense to her because there was no clear path that led straight to any town. It almost seemed like the map was a made-up thing, but then it couldn’t be. Farrah had given it to her saying it was the Grimvale map she had bought in town because the forest was a maze of wonder she wished to study as a pastime.

Farrah wouldn’t have mistaken another map for Grimvale, would she? The girl had been genuinely helping her, it must have been a mistake that happened because she was in a hurry to get it. Belle thought as she tucked the now useless map into her dress pocket and looked ahead of her. She would have to find the way to the town herself.

Perhaps if she just kept going, she could find another way out of this bewildering maze of paths.

For another few minutes, she didn’t pass a single soul nor hear the noise that was supposed to indicate she was coming closer to her destination. Her sense of unease grew with each step, as did the rhythmic rustling of the leaves behind her, making her, just for a moment, begin to believe someone was following behind her and trailing her steps. She hated this feeling, especially knowing she was alone and there was no way to run if she was indeed being followed, just like in the castle in that corridor.

"It’s just the wind," she murmured, quickening her pace yet again.

A branch cracked in the woods to her left. Belle whipped around, clapping a hand to her pounding heart.

Although her eyes failed to detect even a ghost of movement in the direction, she could not shake the sensation that someone—or something—was watching her from the shadows, some unseen presence that was content to bide its time until she relaxed her guard before it would probably attack her.

She whirled around to run. She’d barely taken three long strides before she crashed headlong into a masculine chest.

If the impact hadn’t dazed her, the man’s breath would have. The fumes rolling from his mouth were strong enough to make her eyes water, carrying a metallic scent mixed with something spoiled. She fought the urge to hold her breath or cover her nose. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

She knew even before looking up at him that he was a vampire, and it made her heart thud within her ribs at the realization.

Blinking to clear her vision, she looked up at him and saw that he was a lean, fair-haired, good-looking young man, with an innocuous scattering of little freckles across the bridge of his long nose. His light red eyes bored down at her with trailing blood stain at the side of his thin lips, that made it obvious he had just fed. The sight made her own blood turn cold and fear curled in her bones, but she tried not to show how terrified she was and focused on analysing her satution.

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