Chapter 47

Jasmine


With the rage still boiling inside of me, I headed back to the room.

I could already see the night was advancing, with the darkness and the silence of it, it was bringing another thing too and that was the unpredictable effects and predicaments of the blood-moon.

Finding the door slightly open and not the way I had left it to rise skepticism within me for some reason but disregarding the warning sign, I entered the room, and soon as I was inside the most unanticipated view of the day unfolded in front of me.

Fiona stood in the middle of the room, looking bewildered and perplexed with my dress, and the comb I use in her hands.

She widened in surprise as though she had not expected me right now, and her hidden agenda did not remain hidden anymore as before she could even finish what she wanted to do my sudden arrival had turned into a big obstacle in the path or maybe completely shut the path.

At first, it did not make sense, why she was here and why she was trying to steal my things but the next second when I linked this event with the red moon that was up in the sky and the subjects surrounding it.

I understood it.

Her intention became clear like water in front of me— The reason behind what she was exactly doing in this room with my belongings in her hand.

And I lost it.

Even the least amount of self-control I had kept whilst the argument with Martha.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, my voice coming out suppressed in anger.

She did not answer, instead, a smirk that tugged at her lips provoked me even more.

I wanted to do nothing other than tear her head apart for her body and watch every drop of blood flow out of her filthy body.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room, Fiona?" I walked closer, my hands forming fists on their own.

She made a bored expression and faked a yawn before she finally decided to speak, "Well, I had thought of getting this done without any problem but since you, THE PROBLEM is already here I think I can't get this done without beating you up."

And then her sharp fangs came into my view and she raised her hand in order to grab my throat.

This nasty bitch.....

Her hand was an inch away from me when I grabbed it and without a second thought, I twisted it immediately and heard a crack of the bone that sounded more than satisfying to my ears.

My belongings fell from her other hand, A pained gasp left her mouth and shock clouded her face as though she couldn't believe what had just happened, and before she could overcome her shock I grabbed her throat, a power reeling me in inside it and the next second I had her pressed against the nearest wall with her throat still under my strong grip that effortlessly suffocated her.

"You bloody wretched Whore," A low chuckle that had no humor slipped past my lips, "You don't know what a big mistake you have just made."

The look on her face said it all, till now she had understood it all that today she was not face to face with the Jasmine she thought of removing from her path with her deceitful ways.

Today, the jasmine she was face to face with was much stronger, determined, and yes ready to pounce back if attacked.

"You dared to try to take my mates away from me with this cheap ploy..." I put more pressure on her throat watching her face turning blue as the time passed, "By taking the advantage of the situation and wearing my clothes and using the accessories that'd help you smell like me and in the haze of the effects of this cursed blood-moon you'll get them to mistake you as me. What a desperate whore you are!"

She began struggling to breathe, and her attempts to get out of my grip started getting faint.

This time, I threw her against the table, and with her body falling over it precipitously it broke down landing on the ground with her, pieces from the glass vase tore throw the skin on her left cheek and the blood seeped through.

A mournful scream left her mouth and before she could get up by herself, I grabbed a fistful of her hair from the back and forced her to get up before I pushed her against the wall causing her body to hit it with a thud and her lack of balance to make her land on the floor once again.

Dirt should be where it deserved to be.

And today I had far fewer intentions of keeping this dirt existing anymore.

"They are mine, you fucking bitch," I grabbed her forearm and pulled her to her feet only so that I could grab her throat once again.

The extreme fear shaded her eyes, the regret started becoming visible as well as the reflection of my very own eyes that turned red as blood— she must be regretting what she even tried to commit such a thing that put her to where she was right now, under my wrath.

"I tried to tell you nicely but you thought of disregarding my warning and decided to be the slut, trying to be the home-wrecker. Why can't you just get this in your fucking head and swallow the delusional pride that you are not wanted here?" I grabbed her face, every inch of her skin had turned cold as ice even her breaths were coming out frigid.

I could feel her terror, the loud beats of her heart, and the shock that made her unable to let out any words even though she desperately wanted to say something.

"Let me tell you one last time, Fiona. They are mine! Did you get that in your fucking head? They are mine, for this life, the next life, and every life we'll ever get. They are destined to be with me, not with some cheap pathetic slut like you." I shouted.

She flinched at my loud voice, cowering away like a coward and her body shaking in fear.

I had never given myself the chance to enjoy anyone's suffering but today was the day, I loved every bit of the moment where I felt her blood running cold, her body freezing due to the dread, and each of the pathetic sounds from her mouth.

"They can't even stand your sight and trust me I basically have saved you from committing more of a big mistake than what you just tried to do." I said, "Even if you would manage to get them to mark you, it wouldn't have made any difference but yes, the only difference it could make was that you would have been long gone from this earth because they would kill you the very next day after finding out what stunt you pulled."

"But it's good that now I can have the chance to give you the taste of death by myself," A smile tugged at my lips, and the sadistic thoughts of the awakened feral side I had never experienced started to take over.

Killing her wasn't a bad option, was it?

Her eyes widened, her lips trembled and her body froze.

"So, in what way do you want to be killed, Fiona?" I sweetly asked.

She opened her mouth to say something but I interrupted before she could speak.

"Maybe, I can take one of these glass pieces and stab it into your throat or cut your trachea to make it short and easy or maybe I can pierce every inch of your skin and watch till the last drop of blood flows out of your body little by little?" I smiled at her, "The second option sounds more fun right?"

If anything my words did was make her look even more miserable than she already did.

She did not have a pinch of strength left in her to fight me back nor she did have that bravery.

She was like those self-proclaimed warriors who are the ones to accept defeat before the war can even start.

"Please let me go," She finally managed to speak, her voice pleading and trembling, "I'm sorry."

"You think a sorry from you will change my mind?" I chuckled, still having no intentions to let her go unharmed.

"I beg you," She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands joining together and a look of terror still covering her features in a never-receding way as though she could see the death in my eyes.

"Please, I'll leave the palace right now and never come back, please...spare my life." She begged once again dropping to my feet, scared for her life,

As much as the urge to kill her was strong, the truth was bitter too—killing a pathetic vampire like her would not gain me anything. She was of no use, anyways.

She kept begging, her constant voice bothering me to an extent where I once again wanted to shut her mouth for forever.

"Get up," I ordered.

I felt her flinching at my sudden voice but she quickly obliged.

"Now listen to me very carefully," I spoke grabbing her face and roughly shaking it t make sure every word sank in her useless head, "You will get out of this palace right now and leave this kingdom within tonight without saying anything to anybody. The driver will drop you at your place since that'll help to get rid of you as soon as possible...But one more thing...." I paused for a second.

"Don't ever think of coming back to Blackvale ever again or thinking of my mates even in your dreams, because the day I see your sight around again, it'll be the last day of your life. Understood?"

As I had expected, she nodded without even taking a second to think.

The desperation to save herself from me could be seen in her eyes and there was this message too that she was never going to dare to come back, nor she was ever going to commit this very same mistake.

"Good, now get lost," I let her go and the next moment she was out in the speed of the wind, gone from our lives.