Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

The knight coughed hard and struggled when he recalled that he still had a dagger made with Beryllium. His eyes were getting blurry and he was having difficulty in using his body parts due to the lack of oxygen in his body and blood in his head.

He was hardly left with consciousness as he tried more than ten times to take the dagger out of his pocket but failed each time. In the last attempt when he was about to give up, finally he was able to touch the dagger and took it out somehow.

Gaining all his strength, he attacked the hands of Rafael which was holding his neck. Soon, blood started to come out of it, but like always the part did not regenerate by itself.

Like humans, the blood continued to flow and the wound did not heal when the knight smiled but he was having trouble concentrating further.

He had thought that Rafael would let go of him instantly if he would attack his arms but who would have thought that thirsty vampire would continue to drink blood of his mate as if this was the first and last time he could have blood this freely.

Neither he let go of his neck nor he stopped drinking the blood. Annoyed and raged, the knight attacked the hand once again with more force but this time the attack was weaker and the dagger fell on the ground after making another wound on his hand and more blood started to come out of his hands.

Rafael let go of the knight when he felt that he was already unconscious as he could feel the other knights picking up their weapons to attack him at once.

After taking a few more sips, he let go of the limp body of the knight from his hands and turned towards the knights who were planning to attack on his back.

"Tsk! Haven't we always heard that knights have morals and justice? Do you not know we should not attack a person without a weapon in the war and most importantly on his back." with a look of disdain he stared at all of them as his hand traced the drops of blood on his lips and licked them sensually making knights feel disgusted.

"We do not need to follow our morals and sense of justice when we are going to fight against a monster. How can you talk about justice when you killed two knights by sucking them dry, you monster!" they all looked at him with hatred as if they were looking at something abominable when Rafael chuckled, a deep and cold, humorless laughter that was full of pity.

"At least, I did not have any prejudice against races. You killed me when I was just going to meet my father in law.

I must say I am heartbroken that he sent you to welcome me. Even if he wanted to attack me, shouldn't he be coming by himself to give me some respect? I must say, I am hurt!"  taking an audible sigh, he made a face that showed he was hurt when he was just drinking the blood of the knights.

"You filthy being. What nonsense are you shouting about? We are not sent by his majesty.

We have come here by ourselves as we could not bear to share the same air as you!" one of them shouted as he took the lead to attack him when Rafael frowned.

"Oh! So, the whole drama is because you did not want to share the air  with me. Tsk! You should have told me that before. Do not worry, mr knight, i do not take breath. So, you are technically not sharing your precious air with me.

So, if the argument is solved shall I go back to my wife? She is too scared to the limit of fainting looking at you attacking me at once.`` Hazel, who was running towards him when she saw them surrounding him with all the weapons made of Beryllium, stopped in her tracks. Even the witcher who was following her coldly with a worried face, could not control his expressions as his face cracked.

All the knights were looking at him dumbfounded.

"You.. you do not breathe air?" It was Hazel who broke the silence. She even wanted to ask why he felt that she was going to faint when she was standing fine and even had attacked two knights when he was feeding leisurely but she left that for later when he tilted his head and turned to look at her.

Ignoring the knights who were still holding weapons and walking leisurely over the bodies of the knights that were covering the ground like a carpet, he stood in front of her.

"Tsk! I was just kidding to solve the argument!"

"....."

"Or would you rather want them to kill your husband. Are you not worried about being a widow?"

"...." 'i am sure i would die of annoyance first"

"How could you find the time to joke between an ambush! Are you not afraid that they would kill you!" With all the nerves of her head popping she controlled the itch to beat him first then handling the knights later which she controlled with so much effort.

"Because I am full. It has been ages since I was fed so much. I am feeling good! So, how about you handle the rest while I go and take a nap in the carriage?"

"....." had he drank the blood of a crazy knight and now it was affecting him! She continued to stare at his face hard as if trying to decipher his thought process.

"Don't look at me with that face. Didnt you know that taking a nap after a good meal is good for one's health.

What do you call it in your human language? Yes! Beauty sleep! I should maintain my face to woo you later. Wake me up when you are done. I did not want to keep my father in law waiting!"