I Became A Zompirewolf

Chapter 301 Attending Matters (1)

A week had passed since the battle and sadly Ashton was still unconscious. Since it had been so long, Aamon who happened to be the 'chief doctor' aboard the pirate ship, had to declare that Ashton had slipped into a coma.

However, his brain was responsive so there was hope he would recover soon. The only problem was... they didn't know when he would wake up. It could take days, months or even years. This news hit everyone hard.

Especially Anna, who was already blaming herself before Aamon diagnosed Ashton. As for the rest of them, they were too busy to worry about Ashton. Livan was once again destroyed and they had to start rebuilding again.

Irina and Verina had informed Alucard about Ashton's condition as well as Dracula's arrival. But surprisingly, he did not show any emotions when information about his father was told to him. It was almost as if he knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

Alucard immediately made his way to Livan along with... Ashton's mother, who was visibly upset and worried about her son.

As soon as Alucard arrived on the ship, he paid his respects to the other Progenitors. Whether he followed them or not, they were still 'godly beings' in his eyes, which made them worthy of his respect.

Once done, he briefly greeted his daughters before heading inside Dracula's room. It had been roughly a century since he last saw him, but the moment his eyes fell on him, all the hatred he had been holding inside him came rushing back.

"I don't think you are here to apologise or something." Alucard made a sarcastic comment.

"You're right. I wasn't." Dracula replied back without looking his son in the eyes, "I only came here to save the boy, but now that we are here... I would like to mend things. Or at least, try my best to do so."

"I'm not here for that... father." Alucard gritted his teeth, "Just tell me... why? Why did you kill her? Why did you kill mother!"

Dracula sighed heavily. This was one thing he did not want to discuss. But he knew it was the only thing that would bring Alucard to him.

"Very well. Close the doors and sit down. I'll answer your questions."

***

The next day, in the medical bay...

Ashton's body had recovered completely and hence he had been transferred from the Healing Chamber to one of the rooms. It was there Ashton opened his eyes again. It was nighttime.

Unlike the last time, there was no equipment around him, just a comfortable bed and silky blanket. His wounds had completely disappeared and he felt more energetic than when he was floating in the tube.  So much so, that he even managed to sit up and take a look around.

As he sat up, the sheets made a light sound. It was enough to wake Avalina, who had been sleeping on the sofa next to his bed. She saw him sitting and rubbed her swollen eyes. She couldn't register what was happening, but the moment she realised Ashton was safe and sound, she couldn't hold herself back.

She ran up to him and hugged him tightly. It was the first time when Ashton realise his mother was strong after all. Even if he had tried to get out of her vice grip, it wouldn't have been possible.

He might have been the strongest on the planet, but he wasn't strong enough to pull out of Avalina's motherly touch. So he did what he could and sat there, savouring every moment.

"Why are you so reckless!?" Avalina broke down.

"Haha, I'm your son, am I not?" Ashton replied, pressing his forehead against his mother's, "I am alright, nothing can harm your son. You know it better than anyone else."

Before Avalina could reply, the commotion she made attracted others' attention as well. A moment later, Anna, Verina and Irina all rushed inside the room.

"You're up!"

Anna exclaimed and was about to lunge at him, but refrained herself seeing as they weren't alone there. However, the vampire sisters had no such concerns and jumped in for a family hug. After all, Avalina had more or less given them her blessings when she got to know about how much the twins were interested in him.

[This is quite... awkward. Hope you don't react... you know.]

'You just couldn't help yourself, could you?'

[Old habits die hard, brat. How are you feeling?]

'A bit sloppy, but otherwise fine. The Mournblade restored my health... I thought I would have to live forever with 1% HP.'

[Raphael has his moments. But don't expect him to do the service for free. He would charge you something eventually. But first, we have some matters to attend to, don't we?]

Ashton nodded. They definitely had some matter to take care of and as he was reminded of everything Astaroth had told him earlier, his hands were in fact itching to do something.

***

At the same time, the others were still discussing what to do with Beelzebub. The last time they decided they should at least hear Ashton's opinions on the matter before making a decision. But now since he had slipped into a coma, it wasn't wise to waste any more time.

It was only a matter of time before Beelzebub woke up, and they had to have a plan before then.

"Keeping his as a prisoner is like keeping a 'dormant' supernova bomb on board." Lycaon commented, "I say we follow the plan and bury him somewhere in Antarctica."

However, before anyone else could say anything, someone entered the room.

"Where is he?" Ashton asked.

However, rather than replying to him, they were surprised to see him walking around. After all, Aamon had said it would take him days before he would even be able to get off the bed after waking up from the coma.

"You should rest up a bit more. Beelzebub isn't running away." Lycaon calmly replied but it was clear he was trying to suppress Ashton.

They both were primarily werewolves. It was obvious for an Alpha to try and suppress the young when they were angry or emotional. However, Lycaon's attempt was in vain. Seeing the tension rising, Frank thought it was best for him to interject before things could get heated.

"I'll bring you to him. But remember, you cannot kill him under any circumstance."

"Believe me. Killing him is the last thing on my mind." Ashton replied before bringing out Raphael, Astaroth's Mournblade.