Aurelia
Jayvion pulled over in an underground parking lot of a looming beast he called a home. I hopped down from the car. Too tired to even talk.
The moment my feet touched the ground, I unstrapped my heels and took it off. Because the straps have been digging into my flesh for a long time which is utterly uncomfortable. But what could I do? A short girl needs heels to look confident.
We didn't exchange a word as he led me via a private elevator into his penthouse. I have a lot in my mind, a lot of questions I need answers to, but he's irritated, he's trying to focus on saving me, taking me somewhere safe but I wouldn't even let him do that in peace. I understand why he yelled at me. I have to understand. Even though I hate being yelled at. And the fact that this was coming from Jayvion...it--hurts.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and followed his lead towards the sleek all black home. The house was cold, almost sterile. Black leather sofas dotted the living room, with matching black curtains and furniture. Will this man ever use any other colour apart from black?
I noted two things that are stark contrast to his anonymous inhuman house; a bunch of red roses in a sleek black vase on the windowsill. I'm sure that is the same rose he dropped at my study which smelled just like him. And a floor to ceiling bookshelf. The exclusive edition of five of my books staring back at me. Including Shadows of Loss. Of course.
This man has got to be kidding me.
I sighed, taking in the sight, and turn to find him already gazing back at me.
"Was that supposed to impress me?" I asked, referring to my books in the shelf.
"You think I wanted this, Twyla?" He ran his hand over his face and stepped closer. I remained in my stance.
"I watched you for three years. Three years. I was the shadow in your perfect life. And then, I stepped inside and...my shadow followed" he admitted. I'd swear that I saw a silver of regret in his eyes if I didn't know better.
Three years? He'd been watching me for three years? My life is surely a mess.
He growled low in his throat when I didn't speak and turned away. I watched him enter the kitchenette and washed his bloodied hand in the sink. He hissed as the cold water touched his wound. This is the first ever emotion he showed in my presence and it made him look...more human. After washing his hands, he opened a shelf and took out a first aid kit and thrust it on the counter. He opened the kit and scrambled through it, taking out a box of cotton. I wanted to watch him do it himself but, his frustration growled and he growled again. I didn't have the heart to watch him suffer.
"You're making a mess out of it" I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.
He stopped what he was doing and sighed.
"Then fix it" it sounded more like a surrender than a command.
I dropped my heels there and walked barefooted towards him. I took the cotton out of the box and applied some antiseptic and gently disinfected his wound. He hissed again, jerking his hand a little.
"Sorry" I mumbled and continued.
"Who are they?" I asked after a while.
"Some people. They call themselves my enemies. They noticed that I have a little...interest in you so they thought you're my weakness" I didn't expect him to answer but he did which I'm so grateful for.
"Am I?" A hint of smile danced across my lips as I asked. His hand flexed under mine and didn't answer.
He didn't speak again until I was done. He examined his hand which I've finished dressing and looked up at me.
"Good girl"
He must have heard me gasp because he smirked, standing up.
"Your room is down the hall. The only door. It locks from the inside--use it if you feel unsafe" and with that, he was gone. He didn't say the 'guest room'. He said 'Your room'. My room. In his home.
I stood before the only door at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open. Everything was black in there. The large king-sized bed, the curtain, study corner, a floor to ceiling bookshelf covered with different dark romance books and a standing mirror. There are two more doors which I guess one is the bathroom and the other...?
I opened the door and a marvelous walk-in closet welcomed me. I gasped as I walked in, exploring each space. There are too many outfits than I cared to admit. Gowns, shirts, trousers, skirts, causal wears, lingeries, inner wears, sneakers, heels, sandals, skincare products, make-up products, perfumes everything a lady will wish for was in there. And, how the hell did he get my size right? How did he know the products I'm using?
This is...crazy.
'Get yourself together. The devil lures you in with pretty things' my inner voice warned.
I cared less. I'm already in danger. He was right, I love the danger, I love chaos. And this beautiful terrifying man? I'm already addicted to him.
Jayvion
I changed from the suit I donned earlier into something simple. I was on my way to the living room when the hair on the back of my neck rose. Something is wrong, my gut tells me. Someone is here. I could feel it. I could sense it.
"Long time, Vion" there he was, lounging on one of my couches as if he owns the place. My gut was never wrong.
"How the fuck did you get in?" I walked towards him, pinning him with my glare.
"Your security is way too tight but it still can't stop me from getting in" he said, placing one of his legs over the other. Right, there's a flaw somewhere.
"What are you doing here?" I loomed over him but this guy looked less threatened by me. Fuck him.
"You need my help, admit it" Vincent sat up, his face turning serious.
"If I do, I'll fucking call you. You don't have to break into my house" I snapped. I sat beside him, but not before casting a brief glance down the hallway. I hope Aurelia is asleep because if she's not, and he dares to look at her, I'll gauge out his eyes and feed it to him.
"Okay, you don't have to call me. I'm offering myself to help you" he spread his hands, demonstrating.
"The Obsidians will kill you before you even think about it" I warned him. I wouldn't want him to die because of me. Not anymore death because of me.
"The Leader trusts me. I'm his loyal, truthful dog. The last thing that'll ever come to his mind is me ever betraying him" that's right, he's a member of the Obsidians. We both were. But me, not anymore.
"Why, Vincent?" He wouldn't be doing this out of goodness. Vincent isn't that kind of person.
"You saved me once. It's my turn now" he stood up, not giving me room to even think about it.
I sensed a movement from the kitchenette. Fuck, she's awake and eavesdropping. I'll punish her for that.
"Call me when you need me, Vion" he gave me a knowing smirk and he's gone. Thank fucking God.
Aurelia
I couldn't sleep. This is not my home. Not my bed. Not my duvet. My brain refused to comply with the sudden change of environment. It's 12am but I'm fully awake. I decided to take a stroll round the room. It's eerily quite so I guessed Jayvion is asleep too. I was already in my lingerie but it's late, even if he's awake he wouldn't see me.
I had just reached the kitchenette when I was proved wrong. I heard voices coming from the living room and I peeped. Jayvion has his back to me and another guy was sitting beside him. Who's he?
I couldn't hear what they were saying but it looks like the other guy was the one initiating the conversation. He stood up and I gasped and hid beside the counter.
Silence descended and stretched for seconds. I could only hear the sound of my heart beating against my chest. I heard Jayvion's footsteps ascending towards me and I gasped. Oh no.
"Lost your way, Little Writer?"