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Lydia
Treacherous Passion- Chapter Four
There were a lot of worse ways to wake up than to find a guy licking at your clitoris. Okay, that was just a thought. Her arms felt real sore. As she tried to lift them up, she realized she'd been chained to a four -poster bed. Memories from last night flooded her. She cast a quick glance around the place she was at. No bad, she thought. But this room was entirely cream white, yet a big painting of a Black Iris was painted over the wall directly in front of her. Light was obscured by the heavy drapes. She hissed. Blood was splattered across her body and looked dangerously obscene against the white duvet of the bed.
Cuts tattooed across with dried blood. She winced. She always hated gory stuff; scratch that, only if it was on her body. Motherfucker. Stupid werewolves for attacking. Since no one was clearly visible with her in the room, she peruses the surrounding.
She glanced around the room; it was empty only with this bed. Shit. No sharp objects, nothing. Added to the fact that she couldn't use her hands. She tried turning over to soothe that aching muscles, but the chains don't allow. The turn-off air-con was suddenly blasting with cool air, gelling her sweat in place. She shivered. Though she was still fully clad, but the claw marks from the werewolves had tattered her clothing, she might as well be said nude.
Her black lacy bra was very visible along with its matching thong. Now, she really had hoped that she wear more conservative undergarments than this. They didn't even covered her body as much, and with the blood soaked shirt, it was clinging very annoyingly tight. Before she could cursed herself for her own stupidity and vulnerability for even getting caught, the massive oak door opened, and the vampire traipsed in, relaxed and all…blank. No smiles or eyes glinting, just so hard.
His face broke into a smile as he gaze landed on her. Slowly, his eyes stooped lower, all the way to her legs then up again. Albelle felt as if she was an animal to be bought or played with. Played, she could feel the bile rising in her throat as she encountered that thought. The sneaky, conniving vampire had every right to do that to her now that she was his captive.
" Awake then, Sleeping Beauty?"
" Don't call me that." She snarled. She may be at his mercy, but she wasn't going to back down without a fight. She just needs to have an escape plan.
" Why, I like it though." He answered sweetly, flashing her an award-winning smile. Damn him for being so fucking handsome. She shook her head, never be attracted by your captor.
" Well, I personally don't like it, and why the fuck am I here?"
Gone is the heart-wrenching smile, but plastered across his face was cold arrogance. He crawled into bed, his black robe trailing behind. Albelle mustered every courage of hers not to squirmed and surrender. She swallowed as his cool fingers found her chin and forced her to look up at him.
His lips came closer, his muscular body edging towards her bloodied one, tempting, seducing. Their lips a breath away.
" To die, of course." He spoke of her death as if he was reading the weather report. She closed her eyes. " Do it then." She choked out, bracing for the blow, kill whatever.
His laughter almost made her insides melt.
" Darling, didn't expect you to give in this easily." Before, he could say more, she felt sparks fly from contact. She was getting sucked in, into a place she had no knowledge of. It was cold and ice everywhere, no rainbows, light, it was pure dark.
Why the fuck are you in here! A voice asked, it held so much fury and shock. She realized it was that of the vampire. His startle voice confused her. Didn't him bring her here, to torture her by using his magic? She couldn't even have an answer as that angered blond vamp hissed out, "I'm not even freaking doing anything! Free me now, you little bitch." Bitch. Albelle was getting angry, nobody had ever called her a bloody bitch! " You asshole, you're the one at fault." She started yelling a bunch of curses, stealing the vampire any words he would want to say. She stopped to catch a breath. It was only after a long stretched silence did he started talking.
" Then why are we here?" He asked softly, making her feel guilty, like she was the one at fault. Fuck, he just had that effect on her.
" How would I bloody kno-" Her sentence was cut short as her mind interpreted. No, we can't be! She thought. " Can't be what?"
She stuttered.
" Nothin-"
" You can't be serious. Never"
" It is that cruel and misfortunate for you to be soul mates with me?" She retorted.
She never did get an answer as a knock on the door in that room shocked them back.
" Are you okay?" A feminine voice asked, wary.
" Get the hell away." The vampire that lay relaxingly on top of her shouted across. The sounds of hushing voices and feet tapping the floor were softly heard. She let out a breath she hadn't knew she had taken. That vamp pushed off her, his eyes shiny with hatred. What the hell, also not my fault.
" Stayed in this position and don't move, if you dare, you're really going to experience some hard-spanking." Menace in every word. She inwardly groaned.
Who's going to listen to that son of a bloody bitch?
She, being the Notorious Queen moved and checked those chains. It was tight and strong. Damn it. She started to sit up rather than lying on her back, just for the sake of looking intimidating. With her gun, knife and slick daggers removed, nothing much she could do. She can't change form, her body too hurt to do so.
The surprising slam of the door makes her look up. She didn't even know this blond vamp's name. As if he heard her thought, he answered, completely lack of emotions.
" I'm Seth Monsen, the hottest, smartest, powerful, richest, and of course popular vampire." He was so freaking arrogant.
" Yeah right, also the most cunning one." She muttered.
She expected him to hear it, but if so, he just simply ignored.
" Didn't I ask you to stay in that position?"
" Yeah, well. Who's going to listen?"
At that moment, Albelle really think she struck a nerve. His phone rang and he walked out again, after giving her a wolfish grin.
An hour later, after much taunting for insults and criticisms from Seth, she was still bound and he was gone. She was left alone, and she never thought she would re-stir this kind of emotion again. Loneliness. She missed her Pack, but she also wanted her parents back. Though they died long ago, but the emptiness of her heart was also never filled up.
A young vampire strolled in. No less than 300 years of age. In his hand, held a plate of raw human flesh. But the scent from it was old blood and stale flesh. She didn't like it.
The vampire tried not to look at her or give her any eye contact. Because he was looking unabashedly at the blood on her body and her unkempt attire. Fuck, stop ogling at me, she thought.
" This is for you." He spoke aloud.
" Sure, but how do I eat?"
" You can lick or bite, it's okay with me."
" But not me!" Is he some kind of retard? "Unlock the manacles."
" I can't."
Now, Albelle really hated this guy. Partly because he was a vampire and that he just pure stubborn. But can't blame him, who will free a raging werewolf?
" Now, darling. Just free one hand will do. You know I can't touch silver."
He muttered a few curses, pace for a few moments before finally freeing her right hand. Since her left hand is slightly weaker than her right, it's a great advantage. Weaker, not weak.
Once her right hand is free, she crouched closer towards him to grab the plate before punching him in the eye.
" Fuck, you bitch!"
She ignored that comment, and tried pulling his shoulder-length hair. Since her grip was strong, her went over and struggled against. She lunged at his throat.
Warm blood with flesh in her mouth. That was what she called, Fresh foods. He tried screaming, but her left fist clenched, and overhand rights him till he was unconscious, not exactly her favorite technique for punching though. But she had to bear with it since she was in a kneeling position with one hand still bound.
After he was down, she desperately pulled him on the bed, finding the key to unlock. A silver key. It really burned her, but she ignored and unlocked the manacle. She stretched her hands, her body in adrenaline rush.
She quickly flunked the vampire off her, grabbing the dagger she found in him. She raced to the door, hands on the knob, seconds away to twisting it open. But she never did. Because the door opened and Seth walked him, surprise in his eyes, which turned to slight annoyance when he saw that bloodied vampire on bed.
She whispered, " Hello, Seth."
