Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 518

Chapter 518: Talking To The Rogue
Angel had promised Enny that he would find Uncle Rav for her because he believed in his heart that Rav wasn’t dead and could be saved, but looking at him like this, Angel couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt and his eyes burn.

“You are no longer Uncle Rav…” he mused, tears rolling down his cheeks. “But I can feel you are still inside. Enny has two babies and she miss you so much, like I miss you. One baby has the color of Enny’s hair and one has the color of your own.” Angel began to say, sniffing and wiping at his tears, still believing that the tiniest presence of Uncle Rav inside him would listen and fight the corruption. But the rogue only fought to reach him through the iron.

“…you know, when Enny’s babies came, I lose control and almost attack Abigail who hold the baby. I am sorry I make her drop your baby. I said sorry to Enny, now I am saying sorry to you too. Uncle Rav, we are all going to the mountains. I wish you will come with us, it will make Enny real happy.” He wiped at his face and then looked into the white eyes of the rogue.

“Uncle Rav, please come back to normal so you can come with me.” Angel continued to speak words he believed Rav would like to hear, things that might bring him back, but nothing he said worked or calmed the rogue behind the bars, who looked hungry and savage.

He was still talking when his father’s voice came through the mind link. “Max, where are you, and what is taking you so long to reach the front entrance?” came his father’s concerned, scolding voice as he was taking longer than normal to reach the front entrance when he was a boy who has wings to fly.

“I am coming, Papa. I will be there soon,” Angel replied, and then shut the link so he could think clearly about what to do for Uncle Rav. If he told his father that he was currently standing with Rav in his rogue form, he knew Papa would order him to stay back because Rav was dangerous, which Angel already knew and understood. But he was willing to do anything to keep the promise he made to Enny, so they could all live together again.

Nonetheless, nothing Angel tried seemed to work, and he began to truly believe his father was right, that there was no way to save Uncle Rav. His shoulders slumped, and his head bent in dejection as he looked down at the ground.

“I guess you cannot come back ever again, Uncle Rav. Enny’s babies will not have a papa like Rosey and me have. Goodbye then…” He began to turn to leave when he heard the rogue collapse to the ground and a hoarse voice rasp out from inside the cell.

“… help me…!”

“Uncle Rav!” Angel ran back to the cell.

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Inside the castle, in the underground space, Evenly sat with her back leaning against the wall, drifting half into sleep and fighting to stay awake for her babies, who seemed never to get content and always suck. She wouldn’t have actually minded them sucking if it didn’t make her all the more hungry and exhausted, but she dared not step out of here, as the last time she did, she had almost come face-to-face with some men dressed in the king’s soldiers uniform looking around the castle and dragging out dead bodies of the vampires Rav had killed from the hall.

Evenly had run back into the underground space, knowing it wouldn’t be wise to show herself to the king’s men. She had been in here now for two days, and she had drunk the last remaining blood they had brought with them when Angel was still with her and the maid. No matter how much she tried to take the blood little by little to maintain it, it had ended up finishing this morning when she didn’t have the strength to clean and change the babies.

She needed to be strong for them, especially as it seemed she had been forgotten here. Though she didn’t actually want to believe the duke had forgotten her, she didn’t know what else to believe as the hours passed without food or blood. She hadn’t eaten solid food for more than weeks, and being here starving suddenly made her remember Rav’s story to her from when he was young and still lived as a human.

‘My ma and pa were sick with smallpox. They couldn’t go out to work for days, and we had nothing at home except water. I was still a boy who couldn’t do anything either, and I was forced to stay away from them. We all starved during those days. Nobody could come to our house, as they feared getting the sickness. Pa died from it, but Ma survived.

We had no close relatives to help us during Ma’s recovery, only Grandma, who was old and couldn’t work much. We starved more often than not in that house.

The feeling of starvation is the worst feeling on earth, Evenly. I had no energy to move, no strength to sit up. I could see my ribs because my stomach was sunken, and even breathing was hard sometimes. It was during those days that I swore to myself that when I grew older, I would work so my family would never starve again. I would make sure to put three meals on their table and keep their stomachs full.’

When he had told her this story and described the feeling of starvation, Evenly remembered that she had been lying next to him, her head pillowed on his arm in their bed, and she had said, ‘I guess I had it easy. I actually had everything growing up, food and all, but I never cleared my plates. I didn’t get hungry often enough to understand the feeling you described.’

Rav had smiled, a smile that revealed his dimpled cheek and creased the sides of his eyes as he looked at her, and then whispered, ‘It’s better that way, Evenly. You should never know the feeling of starvation, because it’s not a good feeling, and for as long as you will be my wife, I won’t let you know the feeling. That’s a promise I intend to keep. Our family shall never starve.’ He’d promised this as he leaned down to kiss her eyelids.

Remembering the memories now, while she starved, a bitter smile came to her pale face, and tears filled her eyes as she parted her dry lips to whisper into the dimness.

“I am starving, Rav. Not only of food but of your company.”

If he had been alive, she knew she wouldn’t have been in this condition right now. He would have done anything to keep her from starving and to keep their children in a safer place, just as the duke had done for his own family in this moment of crisis. She didn’t even blame the duke, because she had been the one to ask to stay for a day, believing Rav would come back. She had wanted to spend the day inside the castle, in their room, but those men had made that impossible.

Apart from the fact that she was without food, her daughter was suffering from a cold. The little girl kept sneezing, her nose constantly running, which Evenly didn’t think was normal at all. Many things didn’t seem right about her baby girl, the watery brown eyes, the way she was smaller than her brother, and the slight labor in her breathing.

There had been moments when she noticed the baby’s body heating up, and she had tried to cool her down as much as possible with a damp, cool cloth.

Now she was looking down at both of them. Her son was sleeping soundly in the crook of one arm, while her daughter was looking up at her with small brown eyes that were slightly unfocused in the other arm.

“Hey, lovely. Don’t get sick on me again,” Evenly said softly, forcing a smile. She had always longed for her own children and had loved taking care of even those who weren’t hers. The irony now was unbearable: she had her children, yet she had no means to properly care for them or give them all they deserved. Even the clothes they wore weren’t theirs, they were Angel’s and Roseline’s. And now her daughter was sick, with no way to take her to a doctor. Evenly doubted that, even if she managed to leave the castle, she would find a single doctor in what remained of the ruined world that Nightbrook had become.

If the duke didn’t keep to his words to come back for them, it seemed they would all die here, and the worst part was that she couldn’t even do anything to help her children. She hadn’t been able to even help their father. Her throat closed in, and she leaned down and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s heated forehead.

Evenly didn’t know for how long she had been drowsing off, but the sound of the door twisting and being pushed was what woke her.

“I opened it, Papa!” Angel, who had followed his father’s instructions on how to open the underground house door from the outside, exclaimed as the heavy door cracked open.

“That’s my boy. Hurry up and go to them. I can see the prince and his men coming into the castle, don’t let them see you. Lock the door from the inside; my portal will open inside the house,” Rohan instructed his boy, who, for some reason, had taken longer than expected to reach the front door of the castle. And when Angel had finally come into the view of his vision, Angel had said he got distracted looking around the grounds, as he had never been allowed out when they were still living in it.

Rohan could tell his boy was lying, but he didn’t push it, as it was more important that he reached Evenly and got them out of that castle before the prince dominated it. Whatever Angel was up to would be discussed when they returned home safe and sound.