The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Eighteen: Jelousy Over Madness

THE GOLDEN TEARS streamed down my face blurring my vision as I ran in the direction of what I hoped was Dravens Quarters. I ran with speed of a Goddess, my steps thundering against the marble floors, feeling my rage suddenly build up again, compelling me with violent anger. Was it really my fault that I acted out the way that I did or was that bitch tempting me.

She acted as if I wasn't there. As if I couldn't see her eyeing Draven up with those hollow eyes of hers. She had not heart so she couldn't love him. Right?

I felt different, much more entitled with my new title as queen and for my own happiness I needed to destroy what was in my way. My skin was flaring up, burning just as before. The adrenaline in my veins were pulsating, my heart racing. Looking up at the high glass ceiling with the familiar black intricate swirls, the thunder showered the castle once more.

I stopped running, crying out with unspoken rage, my fist balling at my side as the electricity cackled beneath my palms. It wasn't me at all. It was her that did this to me.

I must find her and kill her so she can't take the one thing I've always wanted away from me.

Draven.

I took a deep breath letting my senses take over, breathing in the same smell of blood that covered Dravens room the night before. It didn't take long at all to locate the lingering smell of death. Soon enough I was gliding towards that smell, my rage clouding my mind completely.

I didn't take disrespect from anyone. I am a war Goddess, relishing in on the intensity of fighting for something that I wanted. Something that I needed. She would not take him away from me.

Ever.

I stopped in front of a large door much similar to the many doors along this hallway, black with intricate swirls woven into it. Her scent was as strong as ever, setting me off as the energy surged beneath my flesh, and without thinking I kicked the door down.

There she was.

She was half naked just like before with a sheer fluffy robe tied around her thin bodice. Her short black hair was wrapped up in a towel and a cup was in her hand.

Her eyes widened like a rodent caught stealing crumbs from a kitchen. The paleness of her skin becoming whiter almost ghostly. Her pitch black eyes like deep pools of obsiden swarming and looking for a way out but sadly she would never escape the severe bolts of energy forcing its way out of my skin, suddenly clamping onto her neck like a chained beast.

She screamed out in pain or agony, I couldn't tell which sounded better to my ears, dropping the cup shattering glass along the marble floor. The electricity lapped at her porcelain skin as black and blue veins suddenly grew across her ashen face.

"This is your fault. All you needed to do was respect me and you could've lived. I would've even let you have a nice cozy space in the dungeon with the rodents!"

I taunted walking closer to her, watching the ropes of bolts grow tighter around her neck, her body slowly levitating. This was the end for her and only my beginning. This would be an example that I would not surrender Draven and if anyone was to ever get in the way of that they would surely be eliminated.

"P-please." She begged but I refused to listen as another rope of electricity swarm from my hands circling around hers that tried and failed to ripe away the energy currently sucking the life from her.