DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 22 - I'd Rather Kill You

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Seeing her speechless expression, Lisa laughed. She could still remember capturing those lips, and she'd tremble like a shaken deer. Lisa carefully brushed the long fringes hair away from her eyes. It felt like she was peering into a luscious forest.

When she reacted as she always did, it was fun to tease her. She behaved like a proper lady, despite the socialites that ran amok, lacking all of the etiquettes from centuries ago.

Jennie was a rose trapped in the future, with a heart of the past. Much like her, though none the petals and grace, but all the thorns and prickliness.

"I won't do anything unless you ask for it Lisa softly murmured. Her thumb traced her soft bottom lips. Lisa's eyes twinkled with mirth when she found lipstick remnants on her fingertip. It was a light coral color that painted her in natural light.

"Then you will never do anything to me," she quietly responded.

Lisa's smile widened to her ears. Is that what she thought? How naive her little Ruby was. She had barely done anything to her, and Jennie was already shaking underneath her.

She had finally seen the small fire that burned from within. The flame was barely there, and could be blown out by a single breath. But it was slowly growing, and she needed more kindling.

"Whatever you say, Adeline," Lisa said. Lisa dropped her hand and grabbed her tiny ones. Her fingers were delicate, like easily tear able petals.

"Now come and don't diddle daddle too much." Lisa pulled her with her. She hurriedly walked, until their footsteps were aligned. She was walking beside Lisa— as if there was not a clear line of hierarchy between them, from titles to species. It was humorous.

Did Jennie believe she possessed the ability to become her equal? People always walked behind her, and never forward or beside her. With a slow shake of her head, Lisa allowed her to walk to her left. There was a light skip in her steps. She was trying her best to match her impeccable speed.

Lisa sped up, just to taunt her a bit. Her hand tightened on Lisa, determination flashing on her silent face. She did her best to catch up.

It was all too endearing, truly.

Glancing towards the right, where the enormous windows stood, she saw the beginning of a new moon, tucked behind a thick cloud. The past was beginning to make itself known, more than the present and future ever will. Lisa did not mind. The past was where she wished to live, and the future was where she wished to forget.

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"My necklace!" Jennie perked up instantly when she dangled the pretty jewelry in between her fingertips.

True to Lisa word, she had brought her to her room. Luckily for her, she was standing by the doorway. The lights were turned off in her room, and she couldn't see a single thing. However, she walked in with ease, for the darkness was her domain.

"Your hand."

She cupped her hands and presented it to Lisa. Her eyes were dancing with excitement, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.

Lisa noted how naive she looked. She trusted people so easily, despite her childhood. Or was that the facade she wanted to show? Was Jennie comfortable around her, or just plain stupid?

Peering at her small smile, Lisa concluded it was the former. It better be the former.

"Here," Lisa placed the necklace upon her outstretched hands. Her fingers curled around it. A second later, she pulled the necklace back. She clutched onto nothingness.

" Lisa!" she angrily exasperated, her patience reaching its limits.

"You've yet to tell me your decision," Lisa slowly said, like she was disciplining a small child.

Jennie sulked before her. Her brows kneaded together, forming lines on her youthful forehead. If she pouted like this forever, she would grow wrinkles before her children were born.

"You promised me freedom, in exchange for my life in the castle," she said.

Jennie dropped her hands and glanced towards the ground. "You never gave your reasons why, so I can't make a logical prediction."

Jennie was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't realize the lack of stutter—until she looked up, and noticed her fond smile.

"I was supposed to kill you, Lisa. Do you really want to keep me under your roof, knowing I might slit your throat in your sleep?"

Lisa raised a brow. She rarely slept in the first place. Unless they were doing a different kind of sleep. But she kept her mouth shut, knowing she was easily flustered. No one had guided her down the correct path. Her relatives have suppressed her for too long, putting out the fire before it even sparked.

"If I live in the castle, I will be free from my relatives, but placed in a new cage for others to see..."

Jennie slowly shook her head. "I-I think I'd rather just kill you."

Lisa barked a laugh. Lisa had to cough into her fist, to evade her irritated glare. In the blink of an eye, Lisa roughly captured a wrist and yanked her forward. She resisted, and pulled back, but stumbled forward anyways. Lisa just saw a side of her like never before. Jennie's eyes had flared, like vines grabbing a person's throat.

"See," Lisa mused. "How can you kill me if I always overpower you, little doe of mine?"

Jennie's arm trembled as she tried to fight her grip. She was weak. There used to be a time she trained in her youth, with guns and knives, but it had been a decade since then. She couldn't even hurt a fly now. How pathetic was that?

Lisa had her exactly where he wanted. She couldn't even pull her arms back. Lisa's hold was not tight. She was just more powerful than her.

"There are different ways to murder a woman."

"And I'm sure your erotica has tips and tricks?"

Jennie let out a huff of breath. Yeah, it certainly did. Like straddling her and slitting her throat.

Before Jennie could blurt it out, she clamped her mouth shut. She had buried this side of her a long time ago. It began when she entered Aunt Eleanor's care. Silence over sass, discipline over disobedience, everything that her strong-willed mother had taught her was discarded.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Lisa taunted.

For a split moment there, Jennie looked like she had the determination to kill. The glint in her eyes, as the world of evergreen, became muddled like swamp water. And for a split second, Lisa saw a little girl who charged at her with the force to knock a grown woman over, before Jennie suddenly burst into laughter and held onto her tightly.

"Before I make my decision, I want to know what type of freedom you offer me."

Lisa grinned, revealing her sharp fangs, and pearly white teeth. You'd never think people like her drank blood like it was water.

Jennie was intelligent. Though, not wise. It seemed no matter how much time had changed, no matter how much she had been repressed, no one could fully take control of her thoughts. And that was her greatest weapon.