AN: Mhm. Okay, I'm feeling a little iffy with this chapter. Sorry for all the summary and story title changes, I just can't find one that clicks. So I'm sticking with this one I have now. ; haha

Dedication: Here's my second dedication to this girl. Of course, this one might not be as good as the last. Thanks patty for helping me with everything school/social/drama etc. ; lovers you! (Plus you said you were updating a chapter and I don't want your story to get ahead of mine cause im freaky and bi-polar like that)

Chapter Four:

She left the room without another word. Retreating up the stairs she choose the room that she would now remain stationed in. Blood flushed to her face turning her cheeks a dark red. Anger flaring up inside her whole being. Capturing all the power within her, Ami brought her hand backwards crashing the wooden door with a forceful thud, seeming to rock the room itself. Releasing a large gasp of air she held all the way up the stairs, a low deep growl filled the room.

She hated him with every fiber in her body, mind, and soul and he would pay deeply for the way and defiance he showed upon her. Cold eyes examined her new room. Laid upon the heavily furnished bed was another cream colored sheet of parchment.

The inked letters scribbled across the page were of the same handwriting of the one she had received before. Could it be the same individual? Her anger began to be replaced with curiosity as she reached for the letter.

Positioning the paper in-between her fingers, her eyes scanned through the notes and its content;

Things turning into a twist you can't control? Finally, the Ice Queen fails to have domain of her life and what comes of it. How does it feel to finally not be on top? I know your attempts are far from detoured and you will eventually get your revenge. For now, I love soaking in the joy I receive from your anger. Has anyone ever told you that look you get in your eye's when your completely helpless is pure perfection? You're finally seeing you for who you truly are, behind the mask; a scared lonely girl. We'll be meeting sooner then you exspect.

For now, Good Night, my love.

-Z

A mix of emotions swirled inside her, a thunderstorm that just wouldn't clear. Heavy raindrops pounded inside her skull, each bringing a series of sharp pains. Thunder roared adding to the anguish. Clamping her eyes shut, she desperately clawed for a relief of this horror she was experiencing. Twin hands flew to the edges of her temples as she felt her entire body shudder. Rubbing her fingertips against her skull effortlessly, she tried to calm the storm that was occurring inside herself. The entire body she possessed felt like she was tortuously being teased apart. Agony overrode every other sense in her lithe form. Tensing every muscle she possessed she released her blood red lips from their closed form. A tortured scream echoed through the room. All the energy she withheld emptied out of her as she collapsed helplessly onto the floor. Ami's nails cut through her pale skin as her hands were clenched together against the material of the letter. Her own blood stained her fingers and the letter, falling in simple tears down onto the carpet below herself.

She screamed again as her hands came down, slashing the paper in half. Repeating this process over and over she destroyed all evidence of it's past contents. Still, not a single tear escaped her cheek and she swore one never will. Women with no hearts don't cry.

A pair of skillful eyes watched the young girl slowly fall apart before himself.

It wouldn't be long now. . .

One Hour Later:

She was back to her senseless self, all signs of her former emotional breakdown were now erased. Adorned on her form was a silk midnight black nightgown that reached her mid-thigh.

Dark eyes bore into the reflection of herself in the vanity. Nothing looked different, everything was placid and composed as it should be.

The wooden door, that she could have sworn she locked, was flung open as his dark form remained stationary in the frame.

His attire from earlier was missing, now replaced with silk pajama pants resting well below his hips. Pieces of his soaked ebony hair clung to his well chiseled face, appearing as though he had just washed off. The ripples of water down his chest confirmed that thought.

"What do you want?" she hissed through clenched teeth, not even bothering to hide her anger with the man.

He stepped into the room, not waiting for an invitation. He didn't need one.

"I can't simply wish my wife goodnight?" a dark smirk formed on his features. His eyes were hard, even hateful.

Ami took a step closer to Darien, their eyes locking. "Goodnight." her mouth spit out sharply as her hands raised pointing towards the door, "Now get out!"

He mimicked her tactics and advanced, his body towering over her small height, "Who are you to demand me to leave a room in a house that I own?"

Her iciness and confidence was eagerly regaining itself as she moved her face closer to his.

She answered laced in a poisonous tone, "Your wife."

Knuckles clenched and released themselves at his sides as he resisted every temptation to make her take back the freshness and defiance in her voice.

Until he thought of a more appropriate way to deal with the chaste girl. His head lowered, shadow colored hair blocking his crystal eyes from her view.

Her eyes remained emotionless, although her body as a whole reacted differently. As before, he had the same effect on her, breathing ceased to exist and the effect of being paralyzed flooded her limbs.

His mouth reached the destination of her snow white neck, the exposed area open for him to claim. Lips parted as his tongue escaped from it's place and triumphed over her skin. Seductively, he traced small patterns before stealing the destination with his pear white teeth.

Shocked, but desperately aching for more, her entire body arched towards him. Her heart threatening to beat out of its rib cage. Unconsciously, her two hands found their way to the band of his pants and remained stationary on the fabric.

Taking the skin between his mouth he lured more of her emotions by sucking on the location.

Before she knew what was happening her lips parted a produced a moan.

As soon as the victory sound rang, his head lifted from her neck, a wicked smirk hung on his face as he noticed the girl was completely reactive to his touch.

"By the way, you're attending the ball tomorrow along my side." he whispered into her ear and without another word his form retreated.

Ami's eyes widened as a delicate hand came to her neck and traced the mark he left behind with her fingertips. Over and over again, as if in a trance, unable to think of or complete anything else.

AN:

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