Bride To His Darkness

Nichole frowned with a hint of glare in his coffee-brown eyes, his fist balling behind his back as if he was trying to suppress the urge of walking up to the young man and giving him a squared punch straight to that pretty face. Not much to his surprise, the Vampire Lord grabbed hold of Samantha’s hand, interlacing their fingers for him to see, and that little, but meaningful action had Samantha’s face blooming cherry-red, down to her neck. Not bothering to waste his time on senseless arguments, he turned his back on Nichole, quietly taking his little lamb with him with their fingers still intertwined. When the door closed shut, Nichole barely knew if he needed to laugh or yell his anger out, he felt so infuriated he could punch through a wall, but one thing was for sure, there was more to that maiden than what meets the eye, and he was going to figure out what it was - what was she to Ivan? The fact he came all the way here to get her, or was there something going on between the two?

Following the Vampire Lord silently without daring to utter a single word, Samantha has readily assumed the reason he held her hand so intimately was to prove a point to Prince Nichole, but presently, he was leading her down the corridor and still refuses to let go of her hand. The warmness of his palm pressing hers so firmly made her feel unusually strange, and shockingly, it wasn’t in a way she disliked.

Glancing at the Prince from time to time, Samantha pressed her lips together as she felt the urge to say something, but was unaware of how she would start. How did he find her? He practically disappeared on her after their little conversation and he just shows up at Prince Nichole’s doorstep looking more like a devil’s incarnate than a hero. Was she in trouble? Why hasn’t he said anything yet? Fear mingled with exhilaration as she tried to keep up with his unnaturally swift pace.

"Lord Ivan, I wanted to--" her breath immediately escaped her lungs the instant she felt her back being pressed against the cold wall, and her green eyes went wide when she gazed into the oceanic blue eyes of Ivan. She wasn’t sure what scared her most, his eyes that reminded her of a glacier, his presence, or the ominous atmosphere that enshrouded his every being.

"Tell me this, are you that dumb, or were you born ignorant?" Questioned Ivan as he had the young woman trapped against the wall, and Samantha shook her head with immediate effect, her quivering lips finding it difficult to say a word. The way his piercing eyes bored into her soul, it made her heart pound in her chest like a captive bird desperate for escape.

"I leave you for a few hours and you blindly walk into a dragon’s den? How did you end up here in the first place?" His narrowed eyes gleamed darkly, "is he your brilliant idea for another escape? What are you planning?" His pale marble-like features displayed an unsettling mix of curiosity, and those cold eyes had kept his writhing jealousy frozen, hidden.

"I... I never went in there for such reasons." Samantha shook her head at his plain allegation, summoning the courage to answer. "He said he was.... Interested in me, and I cannot explain the depths of another’s heart, but ... .but perhaps it is simply a connection that transcends our understanding?"

"Ahh, yes, connection indeed." A twisted smile curled upon the lips of Ivan, revealing his fangs that had appeared due to his seething ire, and he took a step back from the delusional human. "Drop whatever idea it is you’re thinking. Love serves little purpose when compared to the thrill of dominance, and that fool, he was practically driven by lust, not love. Be careful of how you interpret a man’s affection."

Eyeing the young woman, he turned away from her and wondered to himself if she was just fatuous or too innocent for her own good. He hated that he bothered about her, he should have left her to suffer in the hands of Nichole but right now his mind still burned with unsatisfied fury. The image of Nichole already at the brink of kissing his little lamb had messed up his mind, and he found it bothersome cause he got affected a little too deeply than he had imagined, he needed to vent this anger on something - something that mattered to Nichole.

Samantha silently watched Ivan make different reactions on his face, and it disturbed her. All of a sudden, his blue eyes twinkled with cruelty, and then he laughed. His laughter echoed throughout the corridor, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine, and without warning, he stopped and began walking ahead.

"Has he gone mad?" Samantha quietly asked herself as she watched him take a turn down the corridor. "And where is he going?" Not having a good feeling about the malevolent mood he was in, Samantha immediately followed him, sprinting all the way to his side, but then the Lord Ivan was a fast walker, cause by the time she successfully reached his side, she had stepped out of the winged Palace.