Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554: Letter’s_Part 1

Max walked down the familiar corridors and halls of the mansion, recalling how they had decorated it together as a family years ago, how excited and happy they had been to move into a new place and call it home.

He stopped in the main hall where the wall held portraits of their family, along with new additions that hadn’t been there a few years ago. One of them showed all of them in their adulthood, their parents seated on a couch, Rosey between them, while he and Finn stood behind, hands resting lightly on the back of the couch.

Max smiled faintly, then turned to look at his favorite portrait, the one their father had painted of them in the unfinished bedroom, the sunset streaming in through the open windows and bathing them all in a warm golden hue.

He recalled the deep sense of contentment he had felt then, how peaceful and happy he had been, and he tried to mirror that feeling now. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reflect it back into himself to ease the tight ache in his heart.

Instead of warmth, flashes of images forced themselves into his mind. In those images, his hands were covered in blood that don’t belong to him, his entire body soaked in it. He had horns on his head and claws on his hands.

His palms suddenly turned sweaty, and his heart began to pound violently, beating so fast it felt like it would rip out of his chest.

No, no, no. I don’t want to remember. No, please, go away. Don’t come back. Don’t make me remember. Please. He cried inwardly as the flashes began to blot out the happy memories he had been trying to cling to, replacing them with horror.

He saw fire. He saw bodies. His vision blurred as his chest tightened, and he staggered backward, away from the portraits. He stopped trying to fight the demons inside him or summon happy moments, because those happy memories only triggered his worst nightmares.

He didn’t realize when he turned on his heels and began to run. He only realized he had reached his room when he found himself on his knees, gasping for air, struggling to calm his racing heartbeat and the crushing sensation of the walls closing in around him, squeezing the breath out of him.

Max stayed there for hours, trembling and drenched in sweat, until the storm inside him finally settled. When he was calm enough to move, he reached into the inner pocket of his shirt and retrieved a cigar.

He lit it with his powers and brought it to his mouth, inhaling deeply before exhaling. Only then did he begin to feel a fragile sense of control return to his emotions.

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