Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 4

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Arya awoke from her unexpected slumber as she heard claws rasping on her door. She'd been drugged...

Arya sat up silently, the soft silk red sheets hissing as they pooled into her lap. She froze as a creak echoed into her room from the outside. Voices were speaking.

"Is she asleep?"

"She's asleep. But she won't be happy when she awakes."

Arya blew air from her nose with a slight jump in her eyebrows in agreement. She definitely wasn't happy. However, Arya had a feeling that even Isadora misjudged her, and that, well, that made her somewhat happy. Ever since Isadora left five years ago, and Uncle Horace was always gone doing duties for the king, Arya had been giving herself little bits of poison to build an immunity. She also was trying to wear down the effects of sleeping drugs such as this one. Well, it seemed to have worked.

Footsteps slowly resonated away and when they were above her, Arya knew she was safe. She slipped out of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. She leaned her body forward, testing the stability and noise of the wood. There were no creaks as she stood. Arya relaxed her muscles and still no sound. Good. These floors were expensively made. Arya launched into preparing herself.

She would have to stop by her old home to pick out certain supplies, but she probably could find something in the clothing department that would fit her.

She clambered over to the closet in the room and swung open the door. Her features dropped and she groaned. Of course.

Everything in that closet was either lingerie or majestic 18th century clothing. God! What was with it a vampires having such old tastes! Arya looked upon her clothing. A loose undershirt with her baggy capris pants. Both were a white-beige in color and not very good for keeping out the chilly night air of spring.

Arya's eyes regard the clothing in the closet again and she shut the door. What she had on would do.

Her flats were put by the door and Arya tiptoed to them. She slipped them on and glided to the window. With nimble, experienced fingers, she unlatched the window and threw it wide open. The breeze hit her and goosebumps flared upon her arms. The moon was still casting its blue light upon the land, still high in the sky. Arya's deeming eyes considered the jump that was needed to get onto the ground. After a few seconds, Arya jumped upon the window seal, hung her legs out over the edge, and felt for the wind again.

She closed her eyes and pushed off. The wind whistled around her ears as she landed with a quiet 'thump' on the grassy ground below her. She buckled down, rolling to not have pressure put upon her knees. She looked up at her window on the second story of this house and waited. No shouts of shock or anger shouts and Arya grinned. She was all but free for the night!

They'd eventually come check on her, but Arya was planning to be back before the moon descended down into the light of day.

With another glance at her window, she started off. Arya crossed the grassy field, climbed over the black fence that surrounded the property, and began her trek back to town, following the winding asphalt road that she was on mere hours ago on his motorcycle.

With a determined look taking her sharp features, she burst into a run, her destination and mission in mind.

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Zadimus Devonshire waited patiently in his office with Isadora and Jrake for the two 'twins' to arrive up the stairs.

They weren't really twins, or even from the same family, they just were turned at the same time. The King allowed both strong and mischievous girls to join Devonshire's Nexus if Devonshire wanted them; otherwise, it was death for their mishaps.