Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 164: Indecisiveness

The more he saw the fear in her eyes, the more he let his resistance to the rogues’ venom go and allowed it to move into his body without fighting it. He had thought only her hate he wouldn’t be able to take, but he realized too late, even her fear of him was another thing that affected him as much as the look of hate would have. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

’He is a devil. We should return him to where he belongs. He isn’t ours to begin with.’ The voice from his past rang in his head as he watched his frightened wife moving away from him. She must have thought him a devil, a demon, someone frightening and unsightly.

She was afraid of him.

’We should never have had a monster like him. Monsters belong in the pit of hell and they deserve to burn until eternity. Kill him.’

’I can’t even look into his eyes. He frightens me. I can’t bear to hear him call "mother." I am not his mother, I never was. Send him back to his home. I do not want a child like that.’

Those words he had never allowed to get to him or affect him ever again were now doing just that as he saw the look in those hazel eyes that had looked at him with love until now—eyes that shimmered at the sight of him and brightened—were now brimming with tears and trembling frantically, like she feared if she did not blink fast enough, he would attack and hurt her in the millisecond it takes to blink.

She was afraid of him.

The more he thought that thought, the more he was transforming into the very creature she feared most, the very creature he never wanted her to see in him and bring her nightmares. He had been bitten, and the transformation was now inevitable. She would see—just the way she had once many years ago—and he had had to compel her to forget it then.

But before he could turn into it and lose himself completely, Rohan used every ounce of strength left in him to call for Rav through his mind’s link. That strength he used to connect to the mind link further hastened the transformation.

Meanwhile, Belle stepped back until her back hit the tree behind her. She did not want to be afraid of Rohan, but the person before her was not the Rohan she loved, he looked nothing like him.

He was frightening, and with every second, his face and appearance were changing into a horror from her nightmare, like it had been ripped out of it. And the more he was changing, the more she was moving away, her heart throbbing hard in agitation.

She watched him with hitched breath as his face transformed into something rotten, similar to the rogues’ faces. His dark eyes had turned red, deep, dark red. He fell to his knees as if his legs could no longer hold him up, making strange sounds from his throat like he was choking on his blood. She would have run to him in worry, but her limbs refused to move when she stared wide-eyed at that familiar face.

That face.

’I want to eat you. My food.’ The image of the vampire from years ago flashed into her mind’s eye. The same rogue she had hated with everything in her was now in front of her.

No, that couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him. Belle shook her head in denial as she clung to the tree like she would shrink into it to hide away from the truth revealing itself before her. Rohan couldn’t be that rogue, he couldn’t even be a rogue! He was never one of those things. She refused to accept it, but the truth was right in front of her.

His face had changed to something completely different from her man. He looked no different from the rogues, only that he had eyes and his features intact. Belle’s knees buckled when his dark red eyes snapped toward her savagely. She dropped to her knees, frozen, unable to move or speak, staring at him like her worst nightmare had come to life.

He watched her with a savage intensity that sent cold shivers down her spine. And then all of a sudden he began to approach her, crawling on his hands and knees. Terror gripped her so tightly, she could hardly breathe, as if the very air around her had turned to ice.

When he started to come closer to her, she wanted to scream for him to stay away, but her scream lodged in her throat, strangled by the sheer weight of horror that choked her voice.

"Don’t eat me... stay away..." she choked out, using her hand to grab her crossbow and then pointing it at him to keep him off. This was not her Rohan. Something had come in place of him, and she would not let it close to her. Belle swung the bow, screaming, "I said stay away from me!!"

He stopped like he was frozen, watching her, and then he grabbed his head all of a sudden with a groan. Belle watched as his eyes turned from the familiar black ones to the red ones that terrified her. It was like he was fighting something within himself and couldn’t hold the control no matter how much he tried.

"...go," came his hoarse voice. "Go," he repeated, bending his head and groaning, and Belle, who had been gripped by her fear, found herself bringing down her hand that held the bow at his voice.

"Rohan..." she called, tears streaming down her eyes. But when she saw the red, terrifying eyes that met hers, she stumbled back with an impulsive fear and pointed her bow at him again with shaky hands.

"What’s happening to you?" she cried out, confused and absolutely scared out of her bones and at the same time worried. However, her fear was far greater than any other thing.

He didn’t answer her and kept making strange noises in his throat and groaning, his claws growing longer and longer just like his fangs.

"Go!!" he screamed toward the heavens, dark veins growing more prominent under his corpse-like skin. He bared his large fangs at her, and she screamed and moved back, away from him.

She hurriedly stumbled to her feet and began to move away from him, walking slowly backward. She was turning to run away from the monster on the ground when she heard him call her name. He spoke with a voice that sounded like it was wrenched out of his very soul.

"Isa..." She turned around to see him watching her, his face frozen between the Rohan she knew and the monster she feared. One of his eyes was black and the other one was red. She clasped her hand to her mouth to bite back her sob of indecisiveness over what to believe he was.

She had never truly seen any clear emotions on Rohan’s face apart from the rare occasions she glimpse his anger, but right now, that one familiar eye carried the weight of melancholy—a sorrowful look that seemed to be carved out from his very soul and bared out for the first time. She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. But the moment she saw the other side of his face, a terrifying terror engulfed her again and made her unable to associate him with her husband.

She stood paralyzed in place as he watched her, his struggle seemingly coming from within as he fought to speak through whatever was happening to him right now.

"I am someone who did not die when I should have died..." came his hoarse voice.