Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Grief_Part 1

"Isa..." Rohan whispered her name as he stared at her still form, where her body, heart, and breathing had stopped completely.

It was impossible!

Isabelle wouldn’t leave him. He refused to believe his Isabelle was gone just like that.

"I will wait for you to come back, just like you always do." He muttered the words and then made himself comfortable beside her body, sitting cross-legged with a wailing baby tucked into the crook of his arms.

"Roseline is hungry, my love. She needs you, but don’t worry, I will keep her content until you return." He said to her body, and then he bit deep into his finger and pushed the hand gently into the crying baby’s mouth. The moment the blood touched her tongue, she latched onto his finger and sucked hungrily. Rohan repeatedly bit into his finger and fed her his blood until the baby was finally content and fell asleep with a tiny pouty mouth. He took off his bloody shirt and wrapped the small form in its warmth, and then he softly said to Belle,

"I remember when we had Angel. You made me promise to put the baby first and get him warm. Roseline is warm now, Isa. Hurry up and wake up so we can head home together and show her to Angel and the others. Angel will be happy to have a baby sister." Rohan said with a small pull of his lips, his eyes never once leaving his wife’s face, her skin already turning ashen, the drying blood surrounding them like a dark halo.

Still believing with every stubborn beat of his wounded heart that she would find her way back to him, just like every time before when he thought he had lost her, Rohan sat there talking to her body, speaking about different kinds of topics as if she were still listening. Around them, the sounds of war raged on from the distance, chaos coming closer into town. His own blood kept trailing down his bare back, where the holes from several bullet wounds remained open, refusing to heal as the bullets were still lodged deep in his skin.

Rohan did not know how long he sat there, but he knew that night came and went, and then morning rose with him still sitting in the same spot, holding a body that had already begun to the early stage of decomposing and a whimpering daughter he did his best to keep warm and fed. It was only when Belle’s body began to turn different, when flies started drifting over the corpse like shadows, that something finally began to settle, slowly, horribly, inside Rohan.

"Isa... why aren’t you coming back? You promised you’d never leave me. You promised you’d be with me until the end of time..." Rohan moved to his knees and looked at her dead body as the truth crept into his bones. He had indeed lost her. He had failed to protect her. He had failed her and made her suffer. His little bunny, his little wife, his Isabelle... was no more. They had killed her because of him.

Rohan’s mind began to replay memories, thousands of them folding over each other, showing him how empty he had once been in his life and how Belle had filled every hollow place. Her sparkling hazel eyes flashed vividly inside his mind, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at the lifeless ones staring at the sky.

"They killed her for me... they shot my little bunny. This fucking war, they killed her." Rohan whispered softly, his eyes staring sightlessly at nothing, at everything he had lost in this cursed war that had started all because of him. There wouldn’t have been a war if he had never taken her to Bimmerville. She wouldn’t have been taken to the west border if he hadn’t kept a crazy cousin close to him in the past...

Roseline woke with a soft whimper, making tiny baby noises as she sucked on her fist. She stared up at Rohan, and he slowly looked down at her. Her resemblance to Belle was so uncanny, he had seen Belle’s baby pictures before, and the eyes staring at him were hers, and yet instead of comfort, a deep, wrenching sense of loss stabbed at his heart. It twisted until he began to breathe in harsh, gasping pulls, his eyes burning with a torment that had no end. A raw, broken sob tore from his throat as he bent his head and began to cry, muttering over and over again,

"They killed her for me..."

Rohan cried until there were no more tears left for him to shed, until his throat was raw and every breath scraped out of him. He cried until his heart felt like it was stopping, until something inside him began to wither and die. When he finally raised his head and looked at his daughter watching him with curious eyes too sharp for a newborn, it was with eyes that had lost their light. They were the eyes of a man with a dead soul, a man who had lost the only brightness he ever had.

The black in his eyes spread outward until the whites were gone. And when he parted his lips to speak to his daughter, as if she could understand, it was with a voice emptied of all feeling, a voice hollowed out and filled with darkness.

"They killed her for us, Roseline. I will burn every single one of them down so they feel my pain... so they feel my sorrow. They will fucking taste the loss."

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