Chapter 369: Last Resort
When there was no response from her, Rohan opened his link and shouted at Rav, "Where is the fucking doctor?!"
"I can’t find anyone who will tell me. They keep running away from me, my Lord," Rav said panickingly as he ran around the big house. It was as though all the servants had gone into hiding, away from the house itself. The only one he had found had fainted before he could even get an answer about where to find a doctor in this foreign land where he knew no one and nowhere.
"I don’t care how you do it, Rav. Get out there and get me a doctor right now."
Rohan’s dangerous, low warning voice made a shiver run down Rav’s spine, knowing that tone was only used when all hell was about to break loose inside his master. Rav could not imagine what would happen to everyone if anything went wrong with the lady. If she died... there was no doubt Rohan would kill them all.
Rohan had only grown sympathy and emotions because of her. If anything happened to her, Rav couldn’t even think about the consequences. Not to mention, the disaster would be huge with everyone here being human. Even if he went out to find a doctor, he wouldn’t be able to bring one soon enough to preserve her life with the amount of blood she was losing in that room, where he could smell it thick and metallic from this distance. She might die from the blood loss if not from the terrible injury to her head she had obtained.
Rav ran out of the house in a dash as he wrestled with thoughts of how to save the lady before he could ever hope to bring a doctor. It was then that a sudden thought came into his mind, stopping him in his tracks before he reached the entrance door.
A doctor wouldn’t be able to save her life. But there was another who could, his master, and it might work quicker than anything else!
"My Lord, there is only one way to help her now before it is too late for a human doctor," he said quickly, and before Rohan could demand what way, Rav told him urgently. "You have to mark her as your mate. I know you once told me you would never do that to her, but it’s the only way out now."
When they had been in Bimmerville and Rohan had regained consciousness after having his heart restored to his body, Rav had once asked him what he thought about marking his wife. Rohan always worried about her well-being and feelings whenever he was away from her, even for a moment, and he would order Rav to keep an eye on her. With a marking, he wouldn’t have needed Rav to always watch over her, he would have known her feelings and thoughts himself, something similar to a mind link.
’That will never happen.’ That had been Rohan’s reply to the question. ’I will never subject her to my mark.’
Though Rav knew why many did not mark their partners anymore in the world of vampires, it was something that had once been done in the past by purebloods to women they swore loyalty and love to. But the consequences that came with it had made many abandon the practice in this day and age.
Many vampire men claimed to have become emotionally weaker because their partner’s feelings weighed too heavily on them, binding a man to her forever, so that if she died, they died with her. The grief of a mate’s death was stronger than any feeling in the world. Many killed themselves from the grief, unable to move on. But for his master, it was a different reason that made him never think of marking.
Rohan, who heard Rav’s words about the marking, paused in his frantic attempt to stop her bleeding.
For Rohan, there were many reasons why he had never brought up the topic of marking or attempted to mark her. He already loved his wife to death and would not care if he died with her because they shared a bond. Only, for him it was different. He wasn’t just a vampire but also part demon.
They would not only share the weight of each other’s emotions but also their pain. Only, he wouldn’t feel hers as much as she would feel his, because he was part demon, a creature stronger than any other. Rohan had not marked her because he had walked through danger and pain his entire life, where he had gone through countless life-threatening situations. One could say he was used to physical pains.
He could never imagine sharing those kinds of pains with her, pains that might not kill her but would hurt her far more than they would hurt him. If he ever broke his legs, she would feel her own bones breaking, while he was used to such pain and knew he could recover. She wasn’t used to it. Furthermore, if she broke hers, he wouldn’t feel it as much as she would have felt his, for their bodies were made differently. That was unfair to her.
That was something that had made him never speak about the mark. But if he were to mark her now, the first-time effect of the marking had the ability to heal every wound, as long as there was still life in her. She would heal.
He didn’t want to put her in any physical pain, and yet he couldn’t let her die.
Realizing that the only way to heal such a great wound was by marking her, Rohan lost all battles and all thoughts of never giving her his mark. He had to.
Without wasting another second in hesitation, his fangs emerged from his lips. He pulled down the fabric of her dress, leaned down, and sank them deep into her shoulder, letting his innermost venom that carried the mark flow into her.
Despite her unconscious state, Rohan still heard her soft moan of agony as he marked her, his entire body trembling violently as he did it. When he was finally done, he slowly pulled back and watched as the mark began to form on her pale skin, shaping itself into a dark, heart-shaped symbol.
He had once read somewhere that the shape of a mark would always take the form of something the marker held most dear to themselves. He had treasured hearts for years, even to the point of obsession, and now his mark had taken that very form on her skin.
The moment the mark finished forming, Rohan’s eyes immediately moved to her bleeding head, where the blood had already stopped, and the big wound in her skull was slowly closing and healing over. But it wasn’t fast enough for him not to share the last moment of pain with her during the healing process.
A sharp pain stabbed deep into his own skull and made his vision blur, yet he barely flinched or even blinked as he continued to stare at her, waiting desperately, breathlessly, for the healing to finish and for her to wake up.