Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 97: Kiss me_Part 1

Belle told him everything she had experienced from when she first woke up in the land of the dead to when she saw Farrah’s soul, and she shuddered remembering how her soul had turned into something so utterly different from what she had looked like alive. She then heard Rohan chuckle in humor,

"I watched the bitch burn. No doubt she would look that way. Did she hurt you?"

He raised his eyes briefly to hers and then back to the safety of her throat, still smiling as if he liked how she described what Farrah had turned into.

Belle could not believe he found it funny enough to laugh, but then she shook her head at his question, already used to his ways.

"I ran away."

"Do you feel bad for her death?" came his question.

Belle was silent. She did not feel bad, and that was so unlike her, and it made her question just how much she was quickly changing and getting influenced by him. Last night, she had been unable to find the tears because she somehow believed in the back of her mind that the girl had brought it upon herself. She was never like this before, and would feel bad for even the worst person.

"No," she replied to him, feeling bad for admitting such a word.

Rohan’s lips pulled up into a satisfying smile and his midnight eyes twinkled in mirth.

"Good. Never feel bad for those who won’t hesitate to step on you. If she didn’t hurt you, who did?"

She continued to tell him the rest until the moment Kuhn had come to help her, and speaking of Kuhn, the creature creepily made its way to the edge of the bed with his cloak dragging behind him and sat down without invitation, with its back straight and its wood-like hands placed on its lap like an obedient kid as it spoke to Rohan from within its big hooded head.

Belle frowned as she realized she could not understand what it was saying now like she had understood what he was saying in the land of the dead. His words were a jumbled nonsense like a child learning to speak, and she blurted out,

"Why can’t I understand you? What is he saying?"

She asked Kuhn and Rohan at the same time.

"Kuhn is telling me how you came face to face with the Witcher of the land of the dead and how dangerous it will be for you if you ever return there," he told her what the creature was telling him and then he scowled,

"You understood his language before?"

Belle nodded quickly.

"It was broken, but I understood. How come I can’t now?"

Kuhn replied to Rohan and Rohan’s scowl deepened as he translated,

"Because you are not home. What the fuck does that mean?"

Rohan demanded, but the creature merely stared and said nothing more, and then turned to Belle before using its wood hand to remove Rohan’s possessive grip from her ankle and pull it away, placing her foot back on the bed like it did not want Rohan to touch her.

"Don’t touch. You put her in trouble long ago," Kuhn said hoarsely to Rohan, who was taken aback by the creature’s action.

Rohan let out a humorless laugh.

"You are overpassing your boundaries, Kuhn. That’s my wife, and I don’t appreciate your woods touching her, not to mention you trying to separate her from me," he warned as he reached out to place her foot back on his thigh, but Kuhn’s wood hand gripped her first and pulled it back, and Rohan glared murderously at him.

"Take your wood off her right now or I’ll throw you into the fireplace."

"No. I will protect her from now on. You put her in this mess years ago," Kuhn accused as he stared back at Rohan, whom he’d never until now tried to fight nor be against.

Belle, on the other hand, sensed a fight of some sort was about to happen, and from the one-sided conversation she listened to and Kuhn’s actions, she could tell they were about to fight because of her. She was not in the state to witness any more fights or another chaos, so she intervened quickly and asked,

"Since when could you see him?"

They both turned to her as if just realizing there was a person attached to the feet they were gripping and further hurting the bruises. Kuhn let go and Rohan smoothly placed it back on his thigh as he replied to her question,

"A very long time ago," he said curtly, already regretting knowing the creature now that he was being stubborn, though he knew he would kill anyone who would cause harm to Kuhn. He wouldn’t appreciate the darn thing bringing up the past and trying to come between him and his bunny.

"How long?" Belle probed. She had heard many talking about how Rohan’s madness had made him someone who talked to himself, but now she realized they were wrong. Kuhn was the unseen company.

"Forty years ago," he replied lazily, and Belle gasped.

"How old are you now?" she blurted out before thinking about the question, and Rohan raised his eyes to her direction and grinned in amusement.

"Seventy-two."

"Oh my Lord, you are older than my father!" Belle clasped her hands to her mouth as she blinked in disbelief. She was well aware of how the night creatures aged slower than humans, but he did not look a day older than twenty-something, only for him to call such a number. No wonder it was said he had spent thirty years in the asylum! She’d thought it was just the exaggerated numbers of the rumors.

Rohan’s grin fell as he narrowed his eyes at her as if wounded that she compared his age to her father.

"Older than your father? What’s that supposed to mean? In vampire years, I am still very young. Tsk, you wound my young heart, Isa, comparing me to a middle-aged man with streaks of gray in his hair."

He shook his head in feigned hurt that made her almost laugh and remind him he had no heart to be wounded, but then she bit down on her lower lip and smiled shyly as she spoke,

"You look young and handsome, so I guess your age is just a number. No one will know you are seventy two."

Not wanting the conversation to lead away from the important topic, Belle continued to ask,

"Is Kuhn also a grim reaper?"

Before Rohan could reply, Gwen came back with a glass of water, and Belle watched as her eyes seemed to look through Kuhn to her like she couldn’t see him. She handed the water to Rohan and bowed and was dismissed from the chamber.

Wordlessly, Rohan brought the water to Belle’s parched lips, and she parted them and gulped down the cool water that seemed divine to her dry throat from his hand. She hadn’t realized she was this thirsty until she finished the water.

He brought the cup down and used his gloved finger to gently wipe the drop of water from the corner of her lips and then set the cup aside to answer her question.

"No. Kuhn is not a reaper yet," he said. "Reapers are not made or born, they are turned by time, and Kuhn is in the process, only he had been banished from the land of the dead a very long time ago. Most higher-rank reapers have a pet they give names to, and they let them feed on the last moments of a dying soul to grow. Kuhn was a pet to a high reaper who in the past had broken so many rules of their land. Kuhn’s master liked to spend time in the land of the living more than the dead, so one day he broke the first most important law that caused his banishment along with his pet. Kuhn never told me what happened to his master, but he became my companion since I have the ability to see him."

Rohan did not mention how Kuhn’s master had once been his own companion and had been banished for something he did for him. In return, Rohan had promised to take good care of his pet, as he had no access to return to the land of the dead or risk getting punished and stopped in his growth of becoming a grim reaper.

"Not until now, Kuhn had not stepped foot in that land, but to help you, he had gone there, and now I wonder why he is suddenly more interested in you than he had been with me all these years?" Rohan gave the creature a pointed look, but he wasn’t even paying attention to him, but to his bunny, like he no longer had any business with Rohan now that another person could see him.

"Thank you," Belle said to Kuhn with a smile of gratitude.

It made a sound in reply that Belle believed was an acknowledgment, and then, just like that, he disappeared.

"Where did he go?" she asked, looking around.

"To feed. He has used his energy more than he had in years. For a reapers pet, he is a lazy pest. He will need to find his strength by eating in the garden."

Belle’s eyes rounded as she realized something. "Kuhn is the one who eats the apples and throws them away half-eaten?" she asked, and Rohan nodded in confirmation as he said,

"You are catching on to things so fast, sweetheart," he smiled his usual smile when she blushed.

"He likes to eat them but never has the patience to finish one before going for another. Don’t get too close to him when I am not there," Rohan added seriously, and it made Belle look at him.

"Why?"

Because the fucker might tell you what he wasn’t supposed to, Rohan thought, but then said, "For your own good."

Rohan focused back on cleaning her bruises and gently rubbing them with his finger, leaving the room silent with only the sounds of the howling wind outside the windows.

"Do you know what I am then?" Belle asked quietly as she lowered her gaze. "If I am not dying or dead and can see what the normal eyes can’t, it means... I am not normal, am I?"

She raised her eyes to him, now filled with uncertainty and doubt of everything. She had thought she knew herself, but now she was starting to question many things.