Okay so before I get in with writing this chapter I just want to say OML 600 READS?! Whatttt??!! I know it might not sound like much but, trust me, it is (to me anyway). I remember when I was a lil new wattpadian who didn't know that you could comment on lines. Ah, those were the days.
Basically, I just want to say thank you for everyone who's sticking with my story and in it for the long haul. Which isn't many. And omg there's a lil surprise in this chapter hehehehehhe.
Lastly, should I start dedicating chapters to people? I think I might start but I'm not sure yet. Let me know what you think. Or don't. Entirely up to you;)
Okay, that's all I have to say so enjoy this chapter and stay tuned for the next one!
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Ivy walked the streets with Roades by her side, passing homeless men and women who were begging for their lives. It wasn't very pleasant but she was fairly used to it. The sun had long gone down and now the sky was filled with glorious stars.
"Just down here." Roades muttered, gesturing towards an alleyway. She followed behind nervously, glancing around her for any signs of muggers or worse.
He rounded a corner and came to a halt, digging his hand in his pocket to draw out a pair of huge keys. He unlocked the huge trap door and lowered himself down, Ivy following after.
Once inside, she recognised where they were. It was the long corridor that she had tried to escape through, but had lead her to Roades. They walked down and into the large room that she had been taken to before, though this time there wasn't anyone there.
He dropped his keys on the table and shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a sleepy smile.
"I'll get Piro to show you to your room." He said as he walked out, leaving Ivy all by herself. She scuffed the floor with her shoe awkwardly and began to sit in a chair.
"Darling!" A voice sang across the room and made her jolt upwards and throw her head sideways. She scanned the room until her eyes fell on a familiar figure. She relaxed when she saw the familiar face.
"Piro, right?" She asked sheepishly, trying to recall if that was him.
"Thats me!" He grinned and walked over to her, towering over her by miles, it seemed. He was so strange to look at, completely pale. His eyes were glassy pale blue, his hair a discoloured blonde, his skin impossibly white. He looked at her curiously.
"Your thoughts are very loud, dear." He said it almost gently.
Ivy frowned and blinked in confusion. What did he mean?
"I can read thoughts. You've heard of us before, we are the skin readers as some call us."
The skin readers... Ah, she nodded, remembering old tales of the pale skin readers. All of their colour went to their brains, literally.
"So you can hear everything I'm thinking?" He nodded with an almost saddened smile.
"Come on then." He said cheerily and gestured for her to follow him. He lead her through a corridor with dark green walls and tiled floors, a draft blew through it and Ivy glanced behind her in paranoia. This place was eerie and cold, she wondered where the draft was even coming from as the place was sealed shut.
Her mind flickered to Iel, she wondered if he was looking for her, worried for her even. Alex would surely be worried, they had been best friends for years after all.
"Time is not always the element of trust." Said Piro, more to himself than anyone else.
"Indeed." She murmured, her mind burning with questions and answers.
They came to a small rusted white door that Piro would definitely not fit through. He unlocked the door and placed the key gently onto her hand, gave her a smile and nod, then walked back down the hall. She watched him go and after he rounded the corner, she faced the door and pulled it open with a sharp intake of breath. Light spilled into the dark corridor as she peered inside her new room.
It was simplistic but cozy; the walls were cream coloured and the floor was carpeted black. Against one of the far walls was a round coffee table with a vase on it and a few coasters, a little far from another door was a huge canopy bed with a black and red duvet that looked extremely inviting. It was quite gothic and she liked to think that it suited her well.
"This'll do." She murmured to herself as she traced a large mahogany dresser underneath a plain window. She sat herself down on the bed and lay down, not bothering to take off her boots. She contemplated what had happened over the last day and a half. Quite drastic changes in her chaotic life, she thought.
Something rumbled outside making her frown and sit up with a sigh. She walked over to the window and peered through it on her tip toes. Lightening striked the ground in front of her window making her yelp and stumble backwards. She cleared her throat and glanced around sheepishly. She felt like she hadn't seen a storm in forever.
She removed her clothes and left them a pile on the floor as she flopped onto her bed, not unlike a dead fish. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
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Iel's POV
Ivy was no where to be found, he'd looked everywhere for her. He knew little of what had happened between her and the King but it must have been big. He growled quietly and punched straight through his wall.
"For gods sake!" He yelled as he kicked his table down.
He hardly ever got angry, and when he did it was never at this level. It had started when his eyes had gone black, it was like his soul was turning dark too. His hair had grown so white it contrasted with his sheets. He couldn't sleep or eat, he was turning into something much different from himself.
It had only been two days and he already missed Ivy and her cheeky smile. He missed the way she held herself and the way people stilled when she entered a room. She held power over everyone and he was beginning to question whether she knew it or not. People were scared of her raw looks and even the way she dressed. He wanted to make her smile again, oh how he loved that smile of hers. He shook his head and walked out of his trashed room.
"FIND HER!" A voice boomed through the halls, unmistakeably the King.
"Yes, sir." The soldiers sang and marched off through the huge double doors.
They wouldn't find her, he knew that much. Someone like Ivy could only be found if she wished to be found. At the moment, it appeared that she very much so didn't. He dragged a hand through his disheveled hair, catching a maid staring at him in fear. He narrowed his eyes at her and walked over, not breaking the stare.
"What," He hissed nastily, "are you looking at?"
Her scream got lodged in her throat as she spun around and ran for her life. Iel stared after in confusion. People usually laughed at him when he barked out orders. He shook his head and turned back around. Alex was staring at him, had probably witnessed the whole thing. His eyes were glazed over with something strange. He was smug. His eyes were telling Iel that he knew who he truly was. He looked like he had won something. With a smirk, he wandered off down the hall and met India with open arms. She smiled up at him with red stained lips and dark eyes and he leaned down to capture her lips with his.
Iel broke his gaze away and speed walked down the hall with clipped steps. He knocked on Irians door and met his questioning stare.
"I'm done." Iel said and walked out of the castle gates, the same thoughts toiling through his head as Ivy only two days before.
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