My Perfect Revenge: Flash Marriage With My Vampire Tycoon-Chapter 150: – Sleep –

Lucian felt like his mother wouldn’t move. However, Loredana managed to approach the bed. She lowered her gaze. The duvet was pulled over Nikolas’s body. His face was pale. His eyes were shut and his soft chestnut was tousled.

"My beautiful boy..." She pressed her palm to his forehead, sweeping off the stubborn strands. His skin was warm, still very warm as if he were yet to be a dead man.

But she knew better. Surviving this thing was less than one percent possible. And Nikolas, he was no longer breathing and his heart had stopped beating. There was no hope.

"His heart is really not beating anymore. He’s not breathing anymore," she spoke softly, her tone trembling. "My son... is gone. I’ve lost my son."

Lucian who’d finally mustered up the courage to approach, forced himself to look at Nikolas. The moment he did, nausea rushed up his throat and he quickly turned around, storming out of the room.

Francesca glanced at him. She wanted to rush after him, but Loredana held her hand tighter, shaking her head. "Let him be. He needs his time."

Francesca looked at her. Her gaze shifted to Nikolas. She couldn’t say a word but bite down on her lip, stifling the pain that had rushed to her throat. She threw her head back, taking breaths after breaths.

If she had known that this would happen. She would have tried to talk to him one way or the other.

He shouldn’t be here. Not on that bed like a dead man. He was... He was better than that.

About an hour has passed now since they saw him.

Lucian was nowhere to be found. And Francesca was beginning to get worried.

"Don’t worry about him." Loredana could smell her worry. "He’ll be fine. Just give him time to himself."

Francesca was reluctant, but he nodded, walking over to take a seat next to her on the sofa.

.....

The sound of soft footsteps cold be heard on the rooftop of the house. Someone walked out from behind the shoulders, moving to the very edge to sit down, his feet dangling.

Lucian peered at the half moon that was covered by dark midnight clouds.

He brought the bottle of whiskey to his mouth, taking sips after sips. The only he could seem to think about or see were memories of them, right from when they were little and even to the morning all these happened.

"And I fought with you right before you..."

The man shook his head, refusing to cry. He just sat motionless, letting the cold wind blew past him, fluttered the hem of his untucked shirt. He kept drinking over and over again, until his cheeks reddened, beginning to get intoxicated.

"Lucian?"

The voice that suddenly called out to him made him turn his head. There she was, his wife, staring at him with teth biting down on her bottom lip. She held a very worried look and was unmoving as if she didn’t know whether to approach him or not.

"My darling Francesca...." He chuckled out and took a deep breath. "Come," he said to her.

Francesca gazed at him for a few seconds, before she advanced towards him. WIth his help, she sat down at the edge of the rooftop, next to him. He was obviously very tipsy, sadness riddled in his eyes , in his face and in his tone.

"It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?"

Lucian looked at her. His lips quivered and he hit the side of his chest cackling. "It feels like a knife has been stuck into my chest and twisted. I don’t know how to regulate this pain. And I don’t think I;m ever going to get used to it."

His throat worked in a swallow. "He’s my twin brother. A half of me. Do you know how mates have a fire flickering inside of them that lets them know if their partner is in a dangerous situation?"

Francesca nodded at him. "I have it for you."

"Mhm. So do I." He bitterly smiled. "Nikolas is my twin, so naturally, we share the same thing. I have one for him, well I had."

She looked at him. "H...had?"

"Yes." He nodded. "It’s sadly no longer here. The fire died out when I was at the hospital with Lucia and his wife. I think that was how we always knew if something was going wrong with the other. And now that he’s..."

He couldn’t say it.

Francesca trailed her hand down to his and proceeded to interlock their fingers. She caressed softly with her thumb, before reaching out with her free hand. She kissed his cheek before making him rest his head against her shoulder.

"You’re not angry with me?" Lucian asked.

"Angry for?"

"I should have been with you too one way or the other. We could have lost... our baby."

Francesca shook her head. "Don’t say that, Lucian. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am perfectly fine and besides, you needed to be with your brother. You had to be with him."

"But I couldn’t even do anything for him other than to watch him lose himself before my eyes. I was so helpless like I’d never felt before. And to think a human put us all through this. They took advantage of our weakness. They exploited it. It was inhumane."

Francesca took a shuddering breath. She held his hand tighter, her other free hand lopped over his neck to caress his cheek. "Lucy?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Viviana okay?"

"Mhm. She was shot. Lost too much blood and could have died. But she really fought to live and her father also donated a potion of his blood to her. So, yes, she’s okay and out of danger."

A soft breath of relief fled from her, but then her expression turned sour in sadness. "It’s going to break her. When she wakes up and finds out that... oh goodness."

He looked at her.

"Mother wants Nikolas to be put to sleep."