Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 512

Chapter 512: The unexpected helper
“Oh my god…” she whispered, on the verge of tears as she stared at the wounds covering him.

Belle couldn’t believe how anyone could behave normally and work around the house with such wounds on their back. She couldn’t help but scold herself for actually not paying any attention to him this whole time. How could anyone be fine with this much injury?!

There were five holes on his back, the skin around them swollen and inflamed, with the holes oozing dark liquid because they had pulled off his shirt, which had been stuck to them. Apart from those, his back held scars from old wounds that had already seemed to heal.

Belle’s palm covered her mouth. How did he get this hurt? And since when had he been carrying such wounds? she thought to herself, her eyes going to his pale face, which was pressed sideways against the rug, facing her. And to think he had been cooking for her and cleaning the rooms? She felt a tug of guilt pull at her heartstring, and then she snapped out of it, knowing she needed to do something to help him.

Only Belle dreadfully realized she had no idea what to do. How would she treat the wound and make him regain consciousness?!

“Mama, will Papa be fine?” came Angel’s small voice as he stared at the horrible wounds on his father’s back and the infected blood oozing out of them. He had sensed the wound even before he saw it in the castle, when his father came to take them, but then his papa had waved it away, saying it was nothing. Angel had believed it was indeed nothing, but now he realized it was something, something serious, for his papa looked so sick.

Belle, sickened and confused, didn’t know whether he would be fine or not, and managed to say, “He…he will be fine. I have to make sure of it.” She began to get up to her feet to go and find rags and water to clean the wounds, when suddenly someone walked into the house, a rush of wind following him as he opened the door and closed it behind him. The sound and the gust made her stop in her tracks and look toward the person.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the carbon copy of her husband standing in the doorway, looking at her with a faint smile.

Though Belle hadn’t been able to see the face of her husband’s father when she had first woken up to find him in the shadows, she knew without being told that this was him. The lamplight in the room reflected across his face just enough for her to see it clearly.

“Good evening, Isabelle,” Ereves greeted with a brief wave of his hand, and a jerk of his head toward the unconscious Rohan as he continued, “I can see you are in need of help to remove those bullets. That boy is too stubborn for his own good. He ignores me when I show concern for those darn things stuck inside his back.”

Belle, hearing what was in Rohan’s back, gasped. Bullets, she knew what they were, even though she didn’t remember how she knew. He was shot. She felt her insides twist with dread. And without even questioning where the man had come from or how he knew she needed help, she said, “Can you please help him? I don’t want anything happening to him. Those things in his back look…to have been there for a while now.”

Even though Rohan had felt like a stranger earlier to her, seeing him in this state made her worried, it made her realize that she did care about him far more than she thought she did. If he had been a terrible husband, her heart shouldn’t feel this way. Her insides shouldn’t feel like they were suffocating.

“Sure, that’s why I am here,” Ereves said as he made his way further into the house. He came to stand next to where Rohan lay unconscious on the floor, with Angel sitting there, his head tilted back as he stared up at the man he had once mistaken for his papa because of how strikingly alike they looked, but now he knew better.

“Hello, grandson,” Ereves greeted Angel, reaching out to pat his head, but Angel swatted his hand away, glaring at him before moving to the other side, still holding his father’s hand.

“Angel, where are your manners? Be nice to your grandfather,” Belle said, scolding her son for swatting away the offered hand. She did not remember all the trouble Ereves had caused in their lives, so to her, Angel’s behavior seemed rude rather than justified.

“Papa doesn’t like him. I don’t like him, too,” Angel said, looking away from the demon and back at his unconscious father. Though he was young, he wasn’t so naïve as to not understand that he had lost his mama once because of this person. Demons understood each other far more deeply than any other creatures, and Angel understood this demon didn’t genuinely care for or love them.

“Okay, let’s talk later and do more of saving a life now,” Ereves said, before the boy’s words could make the girl curious. But Belle was far too worried about his offspring to put too much meaning into Angel’s words.

True to Angel’s feelings, Ereves was a creature who didn’t truly know how to care or give love, not even to his own flesh and blood. The only time he did anything was when it would benefit him in some way in the future. He couldn’t let anything happen to Rohan yet, because he hadn’t won his trust and loyalty, at least not enough for Rohan to willingly make another baby and allow him to take that child back home.

Ereves rolled up his sleeves as he crouched down next to Rohan’s unconscious body, taking in the ugly sight of what the bullet had done to him. Had he been a pure vampire, he wouldn’t have actually lived this long with those bullets, and even though he was a demon, it was still a big risk to leave the bullets inside his skin for this long.

“Get me a knife and warm water, come with a rag too,” he told the restless Belle, who was biting her nails nervously at the side. But upon hearing his words, she clutched her skirt and dashed toward the kitchen to get what he needed.

She came back in no time and put everything down next to him. Ereves took the knife and leaned toward the heating stove in the living room, putting the knife blade into the flames. He could actually use his powers and claw to remove the bullets, but the last thing he needed was to make Belle see things that would be questionable. He wasn’t the best person to answer any curious questions of a human.

“We need to sit him up, Isabelle. Be a darling and come hold him for me,” Ereves said with a naturally calm voice, in a situation where Belle’s finger was already bleeding from how hard she’d been biting down on it.

They shifted Rohan into a sitting position, his arms falling uselessly at his sides. Belle knelt in front of him, his long legs stretched out on either side of her bent knees, surrounding her. She slid her arms around his neck and drew him forward until his head rested against her chest. Her fingers threaded gently into his hair, and her palm pressed firmly against his scalp, holding him to her as if she could shield him from what was coming. From over his shoulder, she watched Ereves crouch behind him with the red-hot knife he had just taken from the heating stove.

“This will sting like a son of a bitch. Hold on tightly to him, girl. You too, little one,” he instructed, glancing at Angel, who was still glaring at him while gripping Rohan’s hand with all the strength his small body could muster.

“Don’t hurt my papa,” Angel warned, his voice trembling but fierce.

Ereves let out a rough, amused chuckle. “I’ll have to hurt him to save his life.”

With that, he pressed the glowing blade into the swollen opening of the bullet wound. Rohan’s entire body jolted violently, a raw, uncontrolled shudder of pain. Belle tightened her hold instantly, locking her arms around him, pulling him into her as though her embrace alone could hold him through the agony.

When Ereves dug deeper, making a wider incision so he could reach the bullet that had melted further into the flesh, Rohan let out a guttural growl. His limp hand suddenly moved from his side and wrapped around Belle’s waist, gripping her with a desperate, almost punishing hold that crushed her against his heated body. He let out a sharp cry as the knife went deeper.

“Ugh!!” His head buried into her chest, and Belle felt his labored, trembling breath against her. Even though he was crushing her body with his strength, all she could think about was his pain. She tightened her arms around him, holding him close, her fingers threading through his hair and stroking down to his nape in an attempt to soothe him, yet his body only trembled harder from the pain.

“Why are you digging so deep? He’s already in so much pain!” Belle exclaimed, her heart breaking as she watched the horrifying sight of the blade disappearing even further into his back. Rohan’s cries and ragged groans tore at something inside her, making her hold him even closer and wish for everything to be over quickly.