Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: The Rogue_Part 3

The nights were growing colder with each passing day, and the fog thicker, causing people to avoid being outdoors once darkness fell in the land of Nightbrook. In the castle, particularly in the back garden attached to the kitchen, the cold mist had risen so high it blanketed everything around. At that moment, a figure could be seen crouching within the fog, groaning low in the throat.

One of the servants assigned by the duke to work in the castle came into the kitchen to take away the young master’s dirty plate of blood snacks to be washed in the morning. Earlier that evening, they had all been terrified when the young master fell from the stairs, but thankfully, everything had turned out well, and the duke had not killed any of them for giving the boy the tray to carry, the maid thought as she made her way toward the basin.

But she stopped, frowning upon noticing that the kitchen’s back door had been left wide open. The cold wind was blowing in, flickering the light of the lamp she held in one hand while balancing the plate in the other.

A frown came to her face, and when she parted her lips to speak, a cold smoke escaped her breath. "Who left the door open when Sir Rav has warned us to always close it to avoid rodents from coming in?" she grumbled to herself, moving to the basin to drop the dirty plate. She then made to close the door, but paused when she thought she heard someone groan from the yard.

The thick, cold fog made it impossible to see if someone was truly out there, but the sound was unmistakable, a groan, low and painful, as if someone was in distress. Who could it be, and what would they be doing outside in this treacherous cold that made even vampires shiver to their bones? she wondered, raising her lamp and squinting to see through the mist.

The maid contemplated going back inside to call Sir Rav but realized she hadn’t seen him the entire evening.

Biting her lip, she decided to check for herself, as the groans were growing louder and more desperate. When she stepped out, she noticed a figure bent over in the garden, wrapped in a blue-colored cloth.

"Who is there?" she called, lifting the lamp higher and keeping a cautious distance from the figure. "How did you come in here? Don’t you know no one comes in here or they’ll get killed by the duke?" she asked, wondering who could be foolish enough to be there.

"Go... back inside..."

The maid froze upon hearing the familiar voice that sounded strained but unmistakable.

"Sir Rav? What is wrong with you? Are you all right?" she gasped, hurrying closer in alarm, worried that something terrible had happened to him.

"Don’t..." he groaned again, but the girl didn’t listen. She knew the vampire as a kind man who looked out for all of them and teach them how to serve with care in the castle if they want to keep their lives.

Before she could touch his arm, Rav screamed in agony. In a blink of an eye, he turned toward her, and what she saw made her freeze, the lamp trembling in her grip.

"Wh-what is wrong with you?" she stammered, stepping back in horror. The thing before her looked nothing like Sir Rav. His red eyes had turned ghostly white without the usual red in them, his skin wrinkled with red veins bulging, and his fangs had grown longer and bigger than the normal vampires.

The maid didn’t wait to find out what was wrong with him. She dropped the lamp and turned to flee, but the creature yanked her back with terrifying strength. She let out a scream, but he pounced on her, and with savage hunger, began to tear her apart, devouring her flesh like a long-awaited meal.

When Rav was halfway through feeding on the girl’s flesh, he suddenly stopped. His white eyes cleared back to red, his skin returning to normal. He looked down at what he had done, blood and torn flesh still clinging to his lips, and his stomach twisted violently. He fell back away from what was left of the torn body, vomiting uncontrollably, his entire body trembling as he retched.

"No... God, no... not now..." he cried between waves of sickness that wracked his body, feeling as though his insides would come out through his throat. He had eaten, killed, a girl. The realization tore through him, and he vomited again, choking on his sobs and the strange taste in his mouth.

He was still heaving when a small, frightened voice spoke behind him.

"Uncle Rav..."

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