Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Proud father_Part 1
Evenly’s daughter’s condition had worsened so much that her breathing had nearly ceased by the time they arrived at the cottage. Evenly was an emotional mess by the time she held her little baby’s stiff unmoving body, consumed by fear, and she began begging for Rohan, who had rushed down with some difficulty due to his back, to see what the commotion was about.

Unable to examine the baby with the mother so distraught, Rohan told his wife to stay with her in the living room while he carried the still seemingly lifeless little girl to the upstairs room, with Angel following closely behind him.

Rohan’s injuries were far from healed; he had not received proper rest nor a full amount of blood to help him heal as fast as he used to. Yet, being a man accustomed to bearing pain and never showing his pain and weakness, it barely showed as he carefully unwrapped the baby and examined her tiny body.

“Papa, is she dead?” came Angel’s small voice, standing beside his father, who was bent over the bed, gently touching the back of the baby’s head.

“She will soon if we don’t bring her back,” Rohan said gravely, as his hand came into contact with a small lump behind the baby’s head. Turning the tiny, bluish body around and parting the fine strands of hair to inspect the lump, he cursed under his breath.

“What’s wrong, papa?” Angel asked worriedly when he saw the grim look on his father’s face.

“She has a head injury. When she was being born, did she by any chance hit her head on something?” Rohan asked his son.

Angel had told him he had been present when the twins were born, and this lump didn’t appear to be congenital. Being born a half-breed was difficult enough; getting hurt immediately after birth made it far worse, because half-breeds were even more delicate than humans. That was why so few of them had survived in Nightbrook, rarely living long into adulthood.

This lump on her head must have been the main reason she was now suffering and teetering on the edge of death. Though her breathing was barely visible, Rohan could sense it faintly, nonetheless it wouldn’t last for long.

Angel, hearing his father’s question, suddenly looked guilty. He wrung his hands nervously and stared down at his sock-clad feet. “It was my fault, Papa. Abigail was holding the baby after she came out, and I… I lost control and attacked Abigail. She dropped the baby… but I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He raised his eyes to meet his father’s, who was watching him expressionlessly, making Angel believe he was disappointed and mad at him, though his father rarely got mad at him; this was Rav’s daughter.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Not even Abigail,” Angel added.

Rohan’s eyes softened as he pulled his son close, pressing him to his thigh and stroking his back for comfort. Though he had no idea who Abigail was, unlike Angel, who insisted on remembering all the maids’ names because he said it was rude to call them maids or servants, Rohan didn’t care whether Angel had attacked Abigail or not, or whether she lived or died. His focus was solely on the innocent baby who had been hurt, and on his son, who felt guilty for it and might carry it in his heart.

His son was everything he wasn’t. By the time he was Angel’s age, Rohan hadn’t cared for anyone but his undeserving mother. It was utterly fascinating to see how his son was growing into someone who cared about everyone, whether they were significant people or not.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for Abigail’s clumsiness. She dropped the baby, not you. And if it will make you feel better, you can help make the baby all right again,” he told him, turning the small, stiff baby, who shivered faintly, on the bed.

Upon hearing he could help the baby, Angel lifted his head to look at his father, his eyes already shining. “Really? How can I help?”

Rohan sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the wound tissue on his back stretch painfully. He placed the baby on his lap and explained to his son. “She’s in a state called the frozen state, where she is between life and death. Someone once taught me this in the past, that before death, some people first fall into a frozen state, especially when caused by illness. The baby is in that state because she still had a tiny life inside her.” He turned to his son, who was absorbing the information with complete concentration. It was knowledge Rohan had gained from being a friend of a Reaper and keeping its pet for more than a decade.

“How can we help her then?” Angel asked urgently.

“A Reaper’s blood could wake her. But since Reapers are known not to have blood, they usually use their bone to pierce a point where blood flows more on the dying person. A Reaper once told me it saved a dying girl that way,” Rohan remarked, a fond smile appearing on his face as he unbuttoned the little girl’s attire. His words, however, confused his son. Angel did not realize that the Reaper Rohan spoke of had once been his mother, who had gone ahead and broken rules giving life back to people instead of taking them.

“Where are we going to find a Reaper to help the baby? Can we call Kuhn?” Angel asked. His mama had once told him Kuhn was a little Reaper on its way to growing bigger, a creature that came from the land of the dead.

Being close to his mother, she didn’t just teach him things about social etiquette and music when they had their teaching times, but about many other things too, which made him know what the land of the dead was and what Reapers were.

Angel didn’t want anything to happen to Enny’s baby, yet his father’s calm demeanor made him feel slightly reassured that they could save her.

“Kuhn can no longer come to us. He has gone back home. That leaves us with only one option.”

After what Kuhn had done, he had been given a higher position, said Ereves. He was no longer allowed to travel into the living world and had been given the position of the guider of the Gate of Peace.

Though the position was considered high among many Reapers, Rohan knew it wasn’t meant to promote the creature but to prevent him from having the freedom to communicate and interact with the living, especially his former master, who was no longer a Reaper. It was their way of keeping their so-called balance.

As much as Rohan was grateful to Kuhn for helping his wife and making it possible to revive her body, he could not express his gratitude to Kuhn himself. Rohan removed the thought of Kuhn and focused back on his son, who was asking him a question.

“What option, Papa?” Angel asked, growing anxious now that he realized no Reaper could assist.

“You, of course. Did I ever tell you that you have Reaper’s blood in you?” Rohan asked, knowing full well he had never mentioned it before. Angel’s look of surprise made him smile. Then, showing his precocious understanding of things, Angel asked, “Was that why I was able to go into the other land when Mama was there?”

Rohan nodded. “Yes. But before we get into that discussion and you start asking questions, Max, let’s help the baby here come back before it’s too late.”

Angel bobbed his head, watching as his father’s nail grew into a sharp claw. Rohan used it to make a small cut on the baby’s chest, right over her heart. Angel grimaced as though it were his own body being cut. No blood came from the cut, as the baby was already between life and death.

Rohan then took Angel’s hand and made a small cut on his palm. Angel did not even flinch this time, unlike when the baby had been cut. Red blood oozed from his palm, and Rohan positioned it to fall into the cut on the baby’s chest.