Poison Ivy

Chapter 5

Mara

I felt myself becoming alive as I kissed those lips with the same intensity as I burned inside with the knowledge of what he had done.

Wrapping my legs around his hips I shifted my weight. Grinding myself against him I pushed for him to lose control. All I needed was a second of him losing control to take over. The kisses grew urgent, more passionate, more of teeth being used. Nipping over his lip I kissed him hard to draw out his blood too.

A moan left his lips and for a second his grip loosen on my hands enough for me to make my move. I smiled against his lips before I turned him over. Breaking off our kiss I took his hand holding them off above him as I looked straight into his eyes.

"She would die if she ever comes in front of me," I seethed out. All of them would die. I would rip them apart by limbs after skinning them alive. Their blood was mine to drain out and their screams of begging were all meant for me to take.

"Mara," my name escaped his lips. With a tilt to my head, I stared at him seeing the man whom I wanted and desired with my everything. A man who was in love with two women but he couldn't claim any.

"I thought you loved us, Aster and especially Ivy." It was not new knowledge to me that he loved Ivy more than me but he couldn't live without me. Ivy was the sweetness and I was the same but I was poisonous.

I knew Aster fought between us. He couldn't live without her and neither me. I was the opposite of Ivy, the exact opposite. Where she was meek, scared, and submissive I would go for the throat any time without minding the blood at all.

"It was not my choice," his eyes bore into mine. A sinister smile appeared on my lips.

"Don't tell me your parents made you do it because mommy and daddy dearest is already dead," I snickered seeing anger spreading over his face and eyes.

"Did someone put a gun over your head and made you do it," my jabs didn't stop at all. This was me, the bad woman.

"Or the devil made you do it," I laughed at my words like a maniac as I hovered above him. My lips were so close to him and I wanted to hurt him. Give the same pain back to him that both the people had delivered to Ivy. I was like a lion in the back of Ivy's mind who would emerge at the first taste of blood.

Aster overpowered me, throwing me off him. I laughed as I stared over the ceiling as he walked around the room. The soft side only came alive for Ivy while when it came to me he could be as much as rough he could be. All the gentle behavior was lost and gone because I could take on everything.

Ivy was a fool to think that she was protected that no one has come for. In the last six years, I had lost count of the bodies that I was bled out and killed. She didn't have much idea. The fool would faint with the sight of blood and while she was resting in her mind, I would be awake cleaning the mess.

So many people wanted to kill us, basically Ivy because besides Aster who else has ever come to know about me has never survived. None have lived to tell my secret to the world.

"Get up," I heard as Aster stood beside me lending me a hand. Through the slant of my eyes, I stared at him before raising my hand to slap him away. I was a girl big enough to stand on my own.

Standing there in a flimsy nighty I walked away from him towards the kitchen flipping on all the lights.

I hated these clothes. Taking it off mid-way to the kitchen I changed my route to the other room turned closet to retrieve a camisole and pajama.

"I'm going to eat, you want something," I asked as I entered the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the living room staring at me making me roll my eyes.

Back to his assessing self and being angry. The clanking of pots and pans had him look at him after a bit making him take a seat on a stool beside the kitchen top.

I was making spaghetti. It was my definition of nice and comfortable food. I liked the red gravy and the juicy well-seasoned meatball. This poor body of mine didn't get much nutrition from what Ivy ate most of the time and she couldn't even keep that down. Though I was thankful for her to always cook a batch of meatballs every other day. Huh, she thought that Aster ate all of it but mostly it has been me eating everything up.

"Did my brother talked about it?" He asked breaking in the silence we worked in.

"Amongst other things," I sighed out to him as I strained the pasta. Sadly, my thinking didn't work the same way as Ivy, I mean it was the reason why existed in the first place. Aster knew well how Julian was and both of us didn't expect it to change anyway.

Though I didn't like his brother, his temper matched mine, and one of these days I wanted him to meet me. Maybe I would be able to put his hatred to rest. Mixing the meatballs in the sauce I stirred the pot.

Putting on the two plates I set our plates while he waited patiently.

As I poured the red sauce over the pasta, I thought about the last time I had killed someone. My hands had been twitching for a fight.

Maybe I could go on a hunt to quench my thirst. I smiled at my own thought. Aster would never allow it though.

"What are you thinking?" he asked drawing me out of my thought. I gave him a raised brow as he moved to pull a plate to himself picking the cutlery in between.

"You are smiling," he added making me realize that this man knew me better than me.

"Just thinking when would Kayla or your precious fiancée, Sienna going to send people here. My hands twitch to strangle someone and use my knife." He just shook his head and smiled. This man knew me better than I did but he was the only one who knew both sides of the coin.

Ivy the pure white and me pure black to the core.

"Maybe I could send some people to you for finishing off." I smiled at his statement. He was a businessman upfront but behind there were too many dealings that could never turn legal. Just like others, he wanted to make people disappear and I could do it well than others. He had never himself find the proof where the body went.

"I would like that," I replied twirling a folk in my spaghetti.

Blood and fear were brought me out. The danger was what fed me. It was food to my soul.

Aster wasn't a fool. He wanted to eat his cake and keep it too. He loved the innocent Ivy but he also loved the blood-crazy me. Never had he tried to control me or has Ivy been treated. There was much more advantageous for him in this than anyone else.

But everything could be replaceable and his marriage to Sienna was a step closer to it.

I had Ivy to protect and even myself.

Because in the end I was a part of her and I wanted to live.

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Because the darkness and Light live together in the same light. 

So does Ivy and Mara in the same body.

 Aster, knows everything.Can everything stay as it is?

 Or would Mara try to save herself and Ivy?One body, two identities, both under control of one man.