Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

She wanted to pull her hand back, to spare herself the horror of seeing what would happen next, but something kept her palm pressed firmly against the wall.

The queen was running down the halls, leaping over the dead bodies strewn across the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the figure right on her heels. Her screams of terror echoed as she run, but her escape ended abruptly when she stepped into a pool of blood and lost her footing.

When he stalked up to her, the queen began to move backwards, dragging her bottom on the floor, mopping the floor with her beautiful gold dress.

'Stay away from me, you monster! Get away!'

'Monster?' came the detached voice of Rohan as he came to a stop in front of her, looking down at the woman, his head crooking to the side with a cold smile pulling across his blood-stained face. 'And who did I take after, Mother? Tell me, what is a woman who ordered for her son's heart to be ripped out called? An angel?' He laughed, as though he truly found it amusing, while the woman on the floor trembled.

'You are not my son! Get away from me!' she screamed, but her words only made all humor vanish from Rohan's face. His expression turned dark, mad. Belle, who was only witnessing the memories the walls were offering her, shuddered. The man she was looking at right now did not look anything like the one who had made love to her this morning, her husband, whom she loved dearly. He didn't even look like the man she had first married.

'You deny me even when your end has come, mother. You deny me even when you could pretend for a moment to save your own life. That would have hurt, if only you hadn't taken away my heart, but it still hurts my pride,' he said, rubbing his clawed, bloody hand against the left side of his chest as he crouched down to the woman's level.

'Can't believe I will be taking what you took from me on this day you turned two hundred years, mother. My life. But I can show you mercy, call me your son, hold my hands, and tell me you want me, and I will spare your life. I will forget your errors in life and let you live.'

He reached out his hands to the queen, though his eyes were calculative and sinister. Something deep seemed to seek that motherly affection.

Belle saw as the woman looked down at the bloody hands reaching out to her in disgust. It seemed even to save her own life, she would never reach out to hold her son's hands and acknowledge him as hers. She moved back and away from him as she looked at him with undisguised hate.

'Kill me if you must, devil. But I will never hold you as mine, and you shall never find one to hold you until your pathetic life meets its end. You are not worth loving, you are nothing but a heartless monster!' she spat with so much resentment Belle could taste it in her mouth and could feel it in her bones.

If she thought the look in Rohan's eyes a moment ago looked sinister, the look that slowly graced his face at his mother's words was completely evil. Dark veins slowly began to crawl his skin, horns growing on his head, his eyes looked like the devil himself, and fangs grew out from his lips.

'Hold my hands, mother,' he said with a calm voice that did not match his expression as his gaze bore into the woman who, as if knowing he would compel her, shut her eyes and firmly shook her head.

'Hold my hand, mother,' he repeated, this time inching closer to her, but she kept shaking her head.

'Never!'

'Hold my fucking hands! Is it so hard to do?! Is it so fucking hard to hold your son?!' he yelled, his voice shaking the castle walls.

'Yes! You are not my son, and I will never consider you that. I hate you and wish you were never born! I wish I never sought for you, I wish you had died when your heart was ripped out! I wish I had fed you to the rogues the moment I gave birth to you! I hate—ugh!'

Her words didn't complete because a clawed hand went straight through her chest and emerged from her back.

'The feeling is mutual, woman. I fucking hate you with everything in me, but I was willing to let it go if you could let yours go. I hate you so much, I wish to meet you again in hell so I can fucking do this again.' He laughed coldly as he slowly withdrew his hand from within her chest, watching as the life drained from her face.

He twisted his hand, breaking her ribs, damaging beyond a vampire's healing, and like he had been possessed by some evil being, he withdrew his hand and slipped it back into her flesh, ripping her apart with his claws while he screamed like a madman. The sound of flesh tearing and blood made Belle so sick her stomach turned, and even after she quickly withdrew her hand, the memories refused to stop and continued.

She was forced to see how he brutally killed the late queen in a rage that did not look normal. If she had not known her Rohan and had seen this before, she would have believed with everything in her that he was insane and a madman, because he never stopped even when the soul had long since left the body. He kept tearing and screaming in a voice that sounded more like a wounded animal than a person.

Belle wanted to stop and force the memories out of her head, but no matter what she did, it wasn't going away. She couldn't stop it there, it was like she was there. She didn't realize she was screaming or thrashing on the ground until she felt a hand shake her and water splashing on her face. She snapped her eyes open and was back to reality.

Light red eyes stared into hers as she opened her eyes, and her head began to clear enough for her to recognize Evenly looming over her, her mouth moving as if she was talking to her.

Belle blinked and then finally heard what the woman was saying.

"...you all right?"