Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 8

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Arya groaned as she was awoken by the sound of someone in uproar under her window. The voice was horribly screechy and high pitched. With a mumble of curses leaving her lips, Arya hauled herself up and stumbled over to the window. Her eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton, hanging half closed in protest of the early hours of the new day.

"Fl—af laflka—df amiserable—early-fleap." She muttered angrily and dragged her feet across the cold wooden floor to the window. Her fingers made quick work of the window latch and she stuck her face out the window, her hair flying out into the open air as the wind snatched at it. It was about sunset but too damn early.

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Arya screeched down to whoever was down there. Her vision was still blurry much like her mauled thoughts.

The voice paused and then started to shriek something incoherent back up at Arya. The thing got only more annoying! Arya's face drooped lower in irritation.

Arya looked down upon whatever was screaming, only to see a failing figure. The person, or that's what Arya assumed the creature was, shouted a very long, very loud sentence with a final ear-piercing shriek at the end. Arya blinked, still unable to full open her eyes.

"Okay person... It was hilarious of you to show off and fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence, BUT I WANT TO SLEEP SO SHUT THAT PIE AND KEEP PRACTICING YOUR WORDS, IN SILENCE!" Arya slammed shut the windows with a vibrating 'bang!'. With anger flowing through her, she stomped back to her bed and collapsed on the puffy pillows. The voice was silent just long enough for Arya to think she could drift back to sleep.

It was too damn of a long night yesterday.

It was too damn of a long night yesterday. Lord Devonshire groaned as one of the female from last night's bar was shrieking under their window.

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" An extra husky voice suddenly interrupted the screeching woman.

Devonshire raised an eyebrow, realizing that was Arya's voice. He put down his pen and clambered over to the window. His arms crossed behind his back as he gazed down. He awoke a couple of hours ago when Isadora came barging in shaking the invitation to the Dark Court with horror streaking her face.

She always freaked out when it came to a Dark Court meeting. Too many fights, actions led by vengeance, and the ruining of a name happened at these rare High Vampire meetings.

He was responding to the regal paper at the time.

Devonshire observed the scene out his window. Below him, he could see the platinum brown mess of hair, hanging out of the window. Even lower was the blonde bimbo Jrake decided to 'hit up'; as he called it, last night.

The blonde began cursing at Arya. Devonshire felt his fangs throb as the thing called Arya Jrake's other whore. Ya fucking right. His body tensed.

A heavy pause of silence began. It was as if Arya was trying to process what the woman was saying. Arya shook her head lightly, not caring to decipher what the woman was saying. It was a shriek to a point of gibberish.

"Okay person... It was hilarious of you to show off and fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence, BUT I WANT TO SLEEP SO SHUT THAT PIE AND KEEP PRACTICING YOUR WORDS, IN SILENCE!"

The sudden 'bang!' detailed that Arya had returned to her quarters. Devonshire couldn't help the grin that molded his lips. She was feisty. The grin went the opposite way. She was too feisty. It'll get her killed tomorrow at the Court.