I should kill him.
My eyes narrowed as I thought about Julian. But not with hatred, more like irritation. Even though our species were enemies, I didn't hate him. Throwing that energy ball at him was only by reflex...besides, he didn't murder Cheirea.
I sighed softly as I thought about my dead sister. Oh Cheirea...My eyes filled with unexpected tears. Angrily, I wiped them away. Tears are weak...and I'm not weak.
I pulled up the drive of my residency. I had lied when I told those annoying Daybreakers that I was staying in an apartment. When in truth, I was staying in my very own mansion that could rival Thierry's.
A smile tugged at my lips, as I parked the silver Spyder Eclipse. Gracefully getting out of the convertible, I walked up the stone steps, and opened the door.
My eyes scanned the wide hallway with unseeing eyes. I unzipped my knee length boots encased around my ankles and calfs, and carelessly threw them by the door. Running barefoot upstairs to the master bedroom, my room, I ran my fingers through my hair.
Gods I'm stressed. I can't bear going to another damned Daybreaker meeting. My eyes narrowed at the mere thought of the dinner with the group again. What I need is a bath, with lots of and lots of bubbles. As I was deciding the important matter of having a bath with bath salts or a bubble bath with scented candles, I stretched with arms high above my head, and yawned delicately.
I kicked open the door to my room with the same carelessness. I took of the halter top and threw it inside the dark room. My hands felt feverish against the bare skin of my midriff. The lights flicked on.
Oh shit.
Anger, bedazzlemnt, and a tinge of fear overtook me. Which is saying a lot, since I'm hardly, rarely debazzled, and nothing ever scared me. Except for him. Draco Raviede. Former flame, recent stalker. He was one that never could take a no for an answer. I've spent all these years avoiding him, and now he ends up lying on my bed? By the gods...how I hate Fate.
I was suddenly conscience of the fact that my halter top was lying on the floor. I was caught off gaurd by his visit. Good thing I actually wore this badeau top. It was a strapless bra that encircled around my breasts, giving me satisfaction of knowing that Draco was dissapointed with my covered appearance. Well...if you call it covered that is.
He gave me a fierce smile. Dark, alluring...and so goddamn sexy. Still, I wasn't that sex-crazed to go for him. He just wasn't my type. Which might have been my mistake to slam that door in his face long long ago. He was, with the same unfortunate twisted circumstances, the Lord of the Dark Court.
The Dark Court?, you say? Well...lets just say that as much as the Sisters of Seriana try to keep the balance in this world, the Dark Court try to disturb the balance. Making us Seriana's hate their guts, probably more than the Shadow Men. A lot more. We had our own dark and bloody history.
I gave him an icy glare," What the hell are you doing here?." I folded my arms, covering my breasts despite the fact that they weren't bare.
His eyes roved over me...his face full of desire and mischief.
A dark smile played on his lips," I see that you haven't changed a bit...over these couple of centuries."
A bitter smile crossed my face.
" Draco," I spat his name out," Just tell me what the hell you're doing here, and get out."
Bemusement lighted his clear, golden eyes. Eyes like molten lava, eyes that rivaled the glare of the sun. Midnight black bangs shifted on his forehead, covering one golden eye. He was ruthless, sexy, and so damn endearing. So why didn't I go for him? Like I said, he just wasn't my type. He was too...bloodthirsty. Bloodthirsty and savage and brutal.
" Lilith...," My name rolled on his tongue, making it sound foreign and exotic," Why do you run from me?" He stared up at me through heavy eyelashes emphasizing the strange beauty of his eyes. I stared back at his face. He means it, I thought to myelf numbly. He really wants to know.
A harsh laugh escaped my lips," Dear Draco...you're still clueless. I don't want you, nor do I desire you. So please leave me alone, or by the gods I will make you leave me alone."
" Oh really?," He questioned me with an arched eyebrow. Ugh, he reminded me of Julian. Was there some rule out there for every egotistical dumbass to arch their eyebrows whenever they questioned women????
" And how exactly, do you plan on accomplishing that?," This time, all the amusement had dissapeared from his eyes. I knew that I was now looking at the face of the Lord of the Dark Court. The face that he wore during court. The face that he wore whenever he had to make that killing blow to the enemy. I swallowed. There was anger in his face because of how much disrepect I knew I was showing him. I tried to keep my face as passive as I could. It was true...I did fear him. For I knew that he was more powerful than I'am. He was a deadly force that no one could stop.
I kept my expression as cold as any glacier," Do you really want a demonstration? Because it would cause major damage to that pretty little face of yours," My eyes slightly widened at my last comment. Uh-oh. I was out of line on that one.
Draco's eyes blazed. I prepared myself against any attack from him. But to my suprise, he opened his mouth and laughed.
I didn't expect that.
The expressionless mask of the brutal Lord of the Dark Court slipped away from his features. I was staring at the face that I used to know. Believe it or not...but I used to love Draco, another little minor detail that I forgot to tell you. But he was the Lord of the Dark Court, and after seeing him in battle slaying my very own people, face twisted with the call of the war and bloodshed...My feelings for him quickly dissengrated.
He stared at me, eyes prefusably and eerily kind and gentle.
" Lilith...," He called out in a gentle whisper. Maybe it was just me...but he seemed like the gentle Draco that I knew before war and the Dark Court caught up with him. I shook my imagination away. Yet...his gaze lured me closer to him, even seating myself next to him on my bed. He was sitting up, looking at me with ever so gentle eyes. I could see that he was topless, but only topless. His smooth hard muscles shone in the light.
" Lilith...come back to me...You don't know how much I love you...," He continued in a whisper that sent unwanted chills up my spine. Get control of yourself, I thought to myself. The gentle and kind Draco that you knew is dead. But if so, then who was this Draco that was seated before me? Bewildered, I let him caress my cheek.
" You don't know how much I've dreamed of you these last centuries...," He looked at me through eyes full of desire and agony," I'd dream that you would come back to me again...that you would love me again like you used to."
I sighed in silent pleasure as his fingers trailed down the side of my neck. I couldn't help myself.
" Oh Lilith...say that you'll come join me. Rule with me as my queen of the Dark Court," Before I realized what was happening, he was slipping the ring emblazed with the Dark Court insigma on my ring finger of my left hand. If the ring was ever worn, then the wearer would be enslaved forever to the current Lord of the Dark Court. My brain finally realized what he was doing, and jerked me awake from my reverie.
I instantly wrenched my hand from his grip, and practically threw myself out of my own bed just to keep distance between us.
" Lilith," He said my name in a voice full of warning. His gaze lost all the gentleness I saw in his eyes a few seconds ago. It was all a trick!, my mind screamed at me. The Draco you onced loved will never be! Fight him, fight him!
He stood up as to reach for me, and I flinched.
" Don't even try to come near me!," I spat at him. He winced, as if my words had hurt him, but a deadly look came into his eyes.
" Lilith...I will make you my queen. By your own free will...or not," His face was determined and cold. He whipped behind me with astonishing speed, and locked my arms behind my back.
His breathing was harsh against my ears," Lilith, you are mine," He whispered fiercely as I struggled within his grip. He was stronger than me...way stronger.
Fury was apparent in my eyes. I'm not his, and never will be!
" I'm not you property. And I will never love you, I hate you!," I said through clenched teeth. I heard him give a cry of rage and took my chance. I reared my knee up in front of me, and gave a back kick to Draco that hit him in the one vulnerable place that all males shared.
I kicked him in the balls.
He gasped, and instantly released me. He fell to his knees.
I smiled at him sweetly. That's what you get, you bastard!
He slowly got up, still holding his crotch," This isn't...over...yet," He gasped out. A dark mist appeared over him, and Draco dissapeared.
Well...that was interesting, I thought to myself with grim humor. My eyes hesistantly moved to my ruffled bed where not too long ago Draco had waited for me. His presence was slightly still hovering over my bed. I recoiled at the thought of sleeping on the same bed that Draco had laid on.
Without hesistation, I screamed at the top of my lungs," Ma-aid! Please change the shee-ets on this be-ed!"
