Bride To His Darkness

Rising from his unhealthy slumbers, Ivan’s lashes fluttered briefly before they subconsciously snapped open, revealing a pair of crimson orbs that looked ominously darker than their initial form. His body automatically tensed as he sat up on the chaise lounge, his eyes raking the delineate of his room as if coming to terms with the fact that he was merely having the same dream again, and only then did his mind cease to be antsy - if only those dreams weren’t one of the most embarrassing revisitation of what he used to be in the past.

"Argh! Sssss!" He winced in a hushed tone as he placed his palm to his chest, feeling a painful prickling sensation in the spot where Eamon had ruthlessly stabbed him with the dagger blade. The stinging pain never once failed to remind him that there was a piece of the orb that had been deliberately implanted in his heart region, for reasons he was still unaware of, and unfortunately, he’s been unable to get it out ever since.

When he dared to try it, he nearly lost his life.

Closing his eyes, he tried to regain his mental stability and took a slow deep breath. When he opened his eyes, a cold hypnotic gaze swept across the room to the transparent black curtains that filtered the bright sunlight into his room. The lights on his chandelier had been extinguished, leaving his Chamber at the mercy of the bright filtering sunlight.

"How long did I sleep?" He mumbled in deep puzzlement, but when his gaze moved to his dressing table, what greeted him was the sight of his little lamb, standing near the ornate mirror with his silver comb in her hand. She had undid the ribbons in her hair, letting her long golden locks cascade down her small back like a blistering waterfall.

Ivan, who was at loss, observed the young woman silently, his impassive expression concealing the emotions that stirred within him. Meanwhile, his self-conscious mind kept asking the question, ’what the hell is she doing with my stuff?’

Instinctively, his gaze diverted to her swan neck, delicately exposed as she swept her hair up, intending to tie it in a sleek ponytail, but the Vampire who watched her felt he was being beckoned like a tantalizing invitation, and something unusual gleamed in his eyes.

Samantha, who was unaware of her master’s presence, remained engrossed in her task as she combed her barely disentangled hair before reaching for the blue ribbon on the table. She felt her pulse quicken, and strangely, she couldn’t quite explain why. A slight shiver mysteriously ran down her spine as if an invisible thread connected her to the powerful being in the room.

Rising from the chaise lounge with his hands tucked in the pocket of his every morning dark loose pants, Ivan moved soundlessly, his tall and imposing figure gliding closer to the mirror where his little lamb stood. The room seemed to grow colder in its wake, the air thick with anticipation as he observed her, listening to her sweet humming tune and how her alluring neck was fully exposed to his gaze.