Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 154: Kill for revenge_Part 2

She chose her next words with care. "I really want to know you. Why are you the way you are? Why did you kill them years ago, your parents? What did they do to you?"

His expression hardened like steel, and he let go of her wrist and removed his hand from her hair. He turned his back to her as he replied,

"Because they deserved it. They loved me too much. I couldn’t handle it. I told you that, didn’t I? I don’t like the way they loved or cared. It’s boring... and utterly overwhelming, to the point it became irritating. I killed them for that." His voice was cool, untouched by any emotion.

"How did they love you? Describe it to me," she pressed gently, using a soft, coaxing tone. No matter what, one could not kill someone who cared about them and have no remorse for it. She had a feeling they had done something to earn his resentment that had led to their death.

"I don’t have words for it. It’s a kind of love I haven’t seen anyone else show... but they called it love, and I believe it to be that. I am the way I am because they loved me, Isa. Don’t get too curious about something that’s long gone and unimportant. Let your curiosity about my past go, it won’t serve you in any way."

"I want to help you. That’s why I’m asking. I let you change me, because of you, I’ve become more confident than I ever was. You make me realize things I never once considered before. I want to understand you, so I don’t keep misunderstanding again."

She wanted to add that his past was clearly still holding him back, specially after he went back to that dungeon the other day, but she realized it wouldn’t be wise to say that now.

"Can’t you let me see your past? Let me in, I want to know you deeply, and understand you," she said, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. She felt his muscles twitch under her touch.

"Knowing my past will only make you hate me. And knowing it won’t make you understand me the way you think it will, you’ll get stained by it. Don’t let it taint you. I want you just the way you are now... my little adorable wife. Some things are better off kept to oneself and locked away."

He reached out with his other hand and gently took the hand she’d placed on his arm. Then he turned toward her, his gaze lowered onto her hand in his.

"Promise me that you will never hate me someday?" he asked, not meeting her eyes, only gripping her hand tighter. "There are things that, even if I don’t tell you, they’ll come to you one day. And once they do, I don’t want to see loathing in your eyes."

Belle had no idea what he meant, or why she would ever hate him, when she was only beginning to love him more and more with each passing moment.

"I will never hate you," she said, making the promise without a hint of hesitation.

His head slowly lifted to look at her. The paleness of his face made his lips appear deep red, almost like he had applied lip color. The corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

"Good. Because if that day comes and you show me hate, I will still keep you, even if you insist on leaving. But I will take your word for it, wife. You will not hate me. I thought I could take any emotion from you, as long as you remained in my life, but I’ve realized, just recently, that I can’t take your hate. Anger, yes... but not hate. No hate."

He spoke the words as if muttering them more to himself than to her.

He would truly go mad if she ever looked at him with hatred, if her eyes ever mirrored the nightmares she might remember someday.

"No hate," he added softly as he touched her cheek. "Just like I couldn’t take their love, I can’t take your hate."

His hand slipped away from her face, and before Belle could reach out to catch it, he had slipped away and was gone from her front in the blink of an eye.

She only felt the breeze of his speed but saw not even a shadow of him when he left. It was almost like he was never there.

"How could they have loved and cared for you to make you like this?" She wondered to herself. Would her love for him also become irritating to him at some point? How did they love him that made him become annoyed enough to get rid of them?

And why did he believe a day would come where she would hate him?

She had no reason to hate him and did not think he would give her the reason when he seemed not to want her hate.

Belle was still looking in the direction he had disappeared, leaving the leaves stirred up, when she caught sight of something that made her freeze and cease breathing for a moment. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

It was a tall figure in a long cloak. It wasn’t only one figure—there were three of them in different directions but not far from her view. They each had long sticks she recognized as scythes.

Grim reapers!

Her eyes widened at the realization, but she made no move to alert them by looking in their direction. At first, she would have mistaken one of them for Kuhn, but these were taller and darker. Two of them disappeared right before her eyes, and the one that had caught her attention stood where it was, its profile turned to her.

Belle felt her blood run cold at its presence. She had not believed grim reapers existed until the day she was teleported into the land of the dead and had seen one. But from what she knew about these creatures, they only came to where someone was about to die to take their soul to the other world.

She had known herself to be different after the day she went into that world, but she had not thought she would be seeing any grim reapers in the land of the living.

She was still watching the grim reaper standing there without moving, amidst the slow-rising mist in the forest, when it suddenly turned its head in her direction. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her heart dropped with a sickening flip into her stomach in terror.

She was looking into its red eyes that seemed to be staring at her like it was wondering if she could see it.

Certainly, she couldn’t show that she could see it. She had no idea what would happen, but something told her to pretend she wasn’t looking at the reaper. Hence, she turned her head to look at the tree above the creature at a bird chirping soundly.

"What a wonderful morning," she muttered, stretching her arms up in pretence, trying to act calm while internally she was shaking and terrified that the reaper was probably here to take her. For what reason, she had no idea. She wasn’t ready to die.

The creature merely looked at her like she was crazy, and then turned after realizing the human wasn’t looking at him, and began to walk away. It was impossible for any human to see his kind, and had this human seen him, he would assume her to be the wanted person the elder reapers had announced to be captured once sighted.

He wasn’t here to catch the human who had trespassed into their world but to take souls. He wasn’t the one in charge of looking for the human—it was the Watcher who was assigned that. Not to mention, this useless being was just being foolish, making him think for just a moment that she could see him.

The reaper walked away.

Belle’s knees almost gave out when the reaper disappeared right in front of her eyes. Her nerves, which had twisted into jittery knots, loosened, and she let out a shaky breath of relief.

Who was about to die today for the reapers to come here? she wondered to herself with a frown.

No doubt the participants planned to kill more of each other again today instead of focusing on the hunt that brought them here. More than a hundred people had entered this forest for the game. She wondered how many would walk out.