Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 249: Perverted Vampire

Chapter 249: Perverted Vampire

Ivan never saw its abrupt attempt to escape coming.

He never pondered deeply on the matter his little lamb told him about. He was concerned, as well as stupefied when she held out a mini-sized dagger to stab him by her window, and he knew his little lamb wasn’t someone who would wield a weapon unless she predicted some kind of threat to her harmless existence. When he asked her about it, she reassured him that it was nothing he needed to work himself up for, and although he chose to comply, his instincts didn’t.

As he tucked her in so she could have a comfortable night rest, his eyes, nose, and all his senses had alarmingly detected another presence in his little lamb’s chamber, whilst a peculiar sensation struck his nerves. He barely knew how he did it, but he managed to stay composed without giving away the slightest hint about what he sensed– he needed to leave the trespasser in the dark, which he did, as he pretended to have left the room when in truth, he had equally camouflaged himself with the darkness, waiting to face the one who had been sneaking into his little lamb’s room, unwelcomed.

He hoped he was wrong, he didn’t want to believe what his little lamb had said concerning someone watching her, but that hope was quick to shatter into many pieces when a figure in a black cloak emerged from the darkness, and he suppressed a gasp. It was standing at the edge of his little lamb’s mattress, watching her, but something about the unknown beings’ presence felt intimidatingly cold. The air around them grew thick, and Ivan could sense the ire emanating from the being’s body.

Yet, the most eerie part of it was the beings cloak that swept the floor. The dark cloak seemed to spark with flickers of crimson and gold flames. They danced hypnotically within the depths of the fabric, casting disturbing, otherworldly light that illuminated the path where it stood. Ivan recognized the sight of fire when he saw one, but strangely, the flames did not consume the figure in the cloak; instead, they played a macabre ballet, defying the laws of nature.

This wasn’t an ordinary person, thought Ivan.

The being, who was oblivious to his presence, quietly murmured something to the sleeping figure, whilst Ivan used the momentary distraction to grab the mini-sized dagger at the table behind him. When the being suddenly crouched and was about to lay his hands on his little lamb, Ivan acted out of impulse, and he could no longer stop himself from aiming the blade at it, but fortunately for it, its movement was fast and uncommon, giving it enough time to avoid the blade that would have created a fatal hole at the side of its head.

"Get your filthy hands off her." He nearly growled, his anger reverberating from his chest, but to his quick surprise, the being didn’t wait for another second before escaping through the opened window. Ivan’s eyes lingered momentarily on his little lamb, who was unharmed. She was still deep in sleep, and with a flash of fury, he went after the unknown being that dared to enter his little lamb’s Chamber at midnight.

The chase was endless as he went after the cloaked figure in the middle of the night. His crimson eyes glinted sharply, refusing to lose track of the being, and to Ivan’s notice, the being was extremely fast in its speed. However, that wasn’t going to save it from his wrath, whilst he took a different route, and when the cloaked figure turned around to see if the vampire was still hot in its trail, there was no sight of him.

"Huh?" It paused.

It wasn’t stupid, it could still sense the presence of the vampire within the woods it had taken, but finding him turned out to be the bigger problem. The tall trees, the dark woods, everything was obscure, and if care wasn’t taken, it would be ambushed by that psychotic vampire. Letting out an irritated hiss, it turned around to continue running, but then, it was too late, as the vampire had appeared from outta nowhere. With his nails bared, Ivan delivered a strike to the beings chest, clawing into its skin through the fabric, but his attack wasn’t deep since the being had side-stepped quickly to avoid it.

"Black blood.." Ivan murmured as he gazed at the black liquid smeared on his vampiric nails, and he squeezed his hand into fist.

When the unidentified being staggered back due to the injury it sustained, a one-piece crystal fell from the depth of its clothes, and the sight of it had gained Ivan’s attention. Using his momentary distraction to its own advantage, the being managed to slip away before Ivan could bring himself to go after it, and just like that, it was gone.

"Damn it!!" Ivan cussed in frustration, obviously disappointed that he let the being get away. However, his eyes returned to the one-piece crystal that glowed on the ground. Moving closer and squatting before it, he studied the crystal before daring himself to pick it up. Instinctively, his crimson eyes snapped wide when the glowing crystal flashed in his mind.

"It’s the same crystal." Ivan murmured in awe, and his aghast expression shifted to the path where the being had taken.

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The next day, Samantha slowly stirred from her slumbers as the first rays of the morning sunlight pierced through her bedroom curtains. A faint, dreamy smile touched her lips as she reached out her hand to touch her lover, who had visited her in the darkness of the night, but her hand met only empty sheets.

Her eyebrows pulled into a slight frown, as she feared that last night was only a dream, but before her imagination could take over, a low, familiar, velvety, voice suddenly greeted her.

"Good morning princess."

Reflexively, her eyes snapped open, and she found herself locking onto the mesmerizing gaze of Ivan. He was sitting gracefully on her bed, his eyes, normally a flaming shade of red, were now a deeper, more mysterious hue in the early morning light. His Midnight-black hair was slightly disheveled, adding to his irresistible allure.

Samantha’s heart skipped many beats upon realizing he was still here, beside her, and her cheeks flushed with both delight and surprise. "Ivan." She exclaimed, "you’re still... here? Why didn’t you leave last night?"

Ivan’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and he leaned in, brushing his cool fingers against her blushing cheeks. "My beautiful girl," he hummed contentedly, "the night was too short, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. You look mesmerizing when you sleep, I wanted to appreciate the sight, even as dawn approached." That was his second reason, his main purpose for staying back was to keep her protected from whatever creature sneaked in here, and to his relief, it never showed up.

Samantha’s gaze lingered on Ivan’s striking features, appreciating the contrast of his ethereal beauty against the soft, early light. She reached out to touch his pale skin, feeling the coolness beneath her fingertip. "Ivan."

His eyes sparkled with affection as he brought his lips to hers, sealing their love with a tender morning kiss. When he pulled back to catch her blushing, he heard her say in a bashful tone,

"Turns out those flowers from the gazebo do not have really pleasant smells when they linger on the body for too long." She whispered, "I probably stink."

"Well my love, you do stink." He agreed, to Samantha’s dismay, and her mouth dropped open at his audacity to even say it back at her– mostly because she wasn’t expecting him to do so.

"I’m not wholly oblivious," she eyed him, "I didn’t say it so you could agree with me, can’t you lie for once?"

"I have no reason to lie, presently you smell like flowers," he leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head, and he heartlessly added, "the flowers that smell like ass."

"How dare you? You were in the gazebo too, you should also smell like an ass." Samantha straddled herself against him as she sniffed his neck, her attempt to perceive his scent, but to her disappointment, he smelled of lavender, and she pulled back to glare at him, her lips forming a disapproving pout. She hadn’t taken notice of the flowers she used, and now he was teasing her for it.

Her hands immediately went around his neck as she hugged him, their bodies pressed together, and she declared with a snort, "I’m not bothered, and if I lean on you like this, you’ll eventually start to smell like an ass too. Let’s see if you like being addressed as one."

A wicked smirk touched the vampire’s sinful, rose-colored lips, and his arms went around her waist as he pulled her even closer, as if their bodies weren’t already squeezed together. Having her exactly where he wanted her to be, she heard him say, "I’ll even help you, just adjust a bit to the back with your hips," he said, and Samantha tried to do as she was told... "but slowly...ahhh...yes, like that..." he sighed sensually as he threw his head back, licking his lips.

"I can’t move if you keep me trapped like this." She uttered, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push herself away from the hands that circled her waist. Every little move of her hips on his crotch only stoked his ’sleeping friend’ to its wake, and when Samantha realized something was terribly off with how he did not complain to her act of revenge, she slowly pulled her head back to look at his face, and her eyes widened.

"You pervert!!!"