Beautiful Chaos

Le Heat

We left that night just as Darius said we would. When we trasnported back here, we didn't bring Rafael with us. He had duties as a Vampire Prince too.

Misty and Raven stayed in guest rooms, as Darius's punishment was still in effect, and Asherah stormed off without saying a word to any of us. Darius disappeared into his office for several hours, and I was left in his room to unpack my things.

I opened drawers, and saw that most of them were already full of feminine clothes. My face twisted in confusion, and I just began to fill the empty drawers with the clothes I had brought with me to Stygian.

I explored the room two times and found a smaller office area, a bathroom, two walk in closets full of men and women clothing, and a huge sitting area with a magnificent fireplace. In the sitting area were books located on a book shelf bigger than my future. 

I stripped my clothes off, and took off my bra. I grabbed one of Darius's shirts, hoping he wouldn't mind since he has a thousand of them it seemed. I left my undies on, and ran to the book shelf, picking up a book about the Phoenix.

I walked over to a love seat near the fireplace, and I perch myself on the seat and began to read to myself.

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I awoke with a start as I heard the bedroom door being closed and locked. I stretch and groan very loudly before wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

When I open my eyes again, Darius is in front of me and he's staring at me with an unreadable expression on his chiseled face. The hair that was beginning to grow wildly on his face was cut, and he actually looked his age for once. I hadn't realized how strong his chin was until now.

"You're wearing my shirt." He said as an eyebrow arched on his perfect face. I quickly stood up in embarrassment.

"I-I hope you don't mind." I say as I tug at the end of his shirt that grazed the top of my thighs. "I didn't expect to fall asleep, otherwise I would have put something a bit more appropriate on."

"Mh." He gave as a short reply. Not saying anything else, he walked away from me, and towards his sleeping chambers. I follow behind him closely, something compelling me to be near him at all times.

A huge bed with silky red sheets and a black duvet comes into view. The headboard is extravagant and probably the most beautiful piece of furniture I had ever seen. I perched myself on the bed stiffly before telling myself to relax. It's just Darius. I had been sharing a bed with him for about a month now.

A soft sigh escape my lips and I curl up into a ball on the bed as I watch him prepare for bed in the exact same routine he always does. First he removes all of his clothes except his boxes, and throws them into a hamper in the corner, his tan lean muscles bulging and flexing, causing my mouth to go dry as usual when I watched his routine.

Then he puts his shoes into one of his closets, and comes out with a clean pair of boxers in his hand. He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the shower turning on, signalling that he was taking a shower.

Thirty minutes later and he comes out with his hair towel dried, and a tighter pair of boxers on than I've ever seen him wear. I sit up quickly, staring at him, and his eyes meet mine as they stare at me in confusion, wondering why I had perked up. The weird thing was, I don't even know why I had perked up myself.

Darius throws his towel in the hamper and causally makes his way over to the bed. I scoot over to the side I was claiming, and stare at him with apprehension. "Uh Darius, maybe it isn't such a good idea that we share a bed."

He slides in to his side of the bed, and lazily props himself up on the headboard so that he can look at me. "Why?"

I didn't know why. Something felt different then before. It was like in the time it took for me to run away to Mystentia and stay there for a while, something had changed. There was thick tension between us, and I couldn't tell if it was anger or hunger. Hunger for what? I wasn't even sure.