I Fell In Love With The Devil(ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

Ivy's P.O.V.

I groaned, my head and face throbbing with pain, and slowly opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. "What the hell?!" I found myself laying in a shower, in a bathroom I didn't know, and started freaking out. "I swear to God, if this is some sick idea of Emma's and her friends, I'm gonna be pissed as hell.." I grabbed onto the railing on the inside of the shower wall, meant to help disabled people stand up, and used it to..Well, to help me stand up. I swayed a bit on my feet, my head spinning, and stepped out of the shower, not quite sure what the sicko that put me in there had wanted with me. I heard a microwave beep nearby, and realised whoever it was, they were still home. I swallowed hard, and quietly opened the bathroom door, following the sound of the microwave through a nicely furnished living room, and into a pretty nice kitchen. I blinked, confused, seeing someone in front of the fridge. My eyes widened, as I recognized the leather jacket and short hair from behind. I asked,"Jinx?" She slowly turned around, a smirk on her face, and replied,"Yeah..I thought you'd never wake up." I slowly contemplated my situation. Injured, sick, and..Wait..I looked down at myself, and blushed bright red, realising I was dressed only in my lacy black bra and matching panties. "Fuck.." I looked at her, and blinked, my clothes now dry and in her arms. "I didn't see you move..How did you-" She shrugged, and replied,"You took a lot of hits to your head..Honestly, I'm surprised your brain isn't mush.." As I stared at her for longer than necessary, I began wondering if my brain actually was mush. I had never noticed how attractive she really was, and being this close to her in nothing but my undergarments made heat run up and down my spine, and think about how I wanted nothing more than to slam her against the wall, and- I jumped, as she asked,"Gonna stand there all day, Princess, or are you gonna get dressed?" I quickly snatched my clothes from her, and looked away, pulling them on, realising she more than likely had seen my scars and cuts while taking my clothes off- I shook my head, willing those thoughts to stop, and then looked at her as I finished dressing. She raised an eyebrow, and sighed."I thought you didn't talk.." I glared at her, and replied,"I do talk, to anyone who's worth my time. I haven't found anyone worthy enough yet.."

She looked a bit surprised by the venom in my voice, and held up her hands."Whoah..It was just a fucking statement. Don't rip my head off!" A hint of something dangerous flashed through her eyes as she said that, and I swallowed hard, not sure if I could trust her. Then again, she did save me from Emma and her goons, so she couldn't be all bad. I grumbled,"Fine..Maybe you're a little bit worthy of me speaking to you..I mean, you saved my ass and all." A smile slowly spread across her face, and she looked..Kind of like a hungry animal. I shivered, and said,"Um..What time is it?" Without looking away from me, she replied,"Six thirty..Why?" Shock washed over me, and I said,"Shit! I gotta go!" I had completely missed my three hour shift at the junkyard, and my parents were gonna be furious. They'd probably lock me in my room again, or throw something. As I grabbed my bag off the floor where she must have set it down, she called,"Wait..We can be friends, yeah?" I paused for a second, knowing it was probably a bad idea, and said,"Sure..But I really have to go now..See you at school!" I ran out of her house, mentally memorizing her address for future reference, and down the street, glad that it'd stopped raining. I kept running, my whole body throbbing from the various bruises I now owned, and slammed the front door shut behind me."Mom? Dad!! I'm home!" Mom came from no where, slamming me up against the wall, and shouted,"You ungrateful brat! You missed work, and now you've come home beaten and bruised! Do you know how hard it is to take care of someone like you??" She dragged me down the long hallways by my shirt, and flung me onto the floor of my room."Stay in here until you can learn your lesson!" I heard the door slam, and the lock outside click, sealing me inside my own room. I sighed, and sat there, thinking about Jinx, and what reason she could have for saving a nobody like me..

Jinx's P.O.V.

I smiled, happy, as I knew I had trapped Ivy in my web. The game had begun, and hopefully, within the next month, her blood would be mine. "Oh, poor poor Ivy Carson, I can tell you have it bad..You want me, but not like I want you. And I'll give myself to you, slowly, and watch you until you're fucking happy..Then, the spider will eat you, little fly, and crush you like the bug you are." A sexy, male voice whispered,"Mm..I love it when you get excited about hunting, babe. Makes me all..Hot and bothered." I whirled around to see my mate, Carter, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his spiky blonde mohawk making him look even sexier, his ice blue eyes like the ocean. I bit my lip, walking towards him."Really? I guess I should do it more often, then." I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips, and could feel just how..Hot and bothered I made him."Your friend seems damn excited to see me, too, babe.." He blushed, and I sighed, climbing off of him."You do realise there's more to being mates than just fucking the brains out of each other, right?" I don't know what answer I was expecting to get, but he rolled his eyes, and said,"No..There's not really anything else, is there? And besides, we have so much fun doing it." I clenched my fists, trying hard not to say what I was thinking, and just settled for giving him the silent treatment. He instantly started getting annoyed, and begged,"Awe, come on, babe. Don't be like that. I don't know what you want from me, but just tell me, and you can fucking have it. Come on, Jinx, you're killing me." I knew that what he really meant was,"I wanna fuck and you're being a bitch." We'd been through the same scenario for over two fucking years, and I was getting sick of it.

I glared at him, and hissed a bit, baring my fangs, and his eyes widened."You did not just tell me to fuck off!" I smirked at him, and shoved him away as his hands closed around my wrists."That's exactly what I said, you fucking idiot! If you don't know what I want from you besides sex, you haven't got a brain! The only brain you ever even think with is the one inside your goddamn pants!" Anger flashed through his eyes, and my head snapped to the side as he backhanded me across the face. I slowly licked my own blood from my mouth, shivering at how it tasted, and glared at him. Luckily, I wasn't human, or that slap would have broken my neck, or even possibly taken my whole damn head off my shoulders. Before he could even blink, I had my hand wrapped around his throat, and lifted him off the floor."Don't you ever touch me like that again, you egotistical prick, or I'll rip you in half." Right at that moment, my father happened to walk in, dropping his car keys in the ash tray by the front door. He sighed as he saw us, and said,"Jinx..Let him go. Now." I rolled my eyes, and dropped Carter, his icy glare burning holes into my back, as I turned to face my dad. He asked,"What happened this time, Jinx?" I muttered,"He hit me because I wouldn't fuck him." Dad looked at Carter, then back at me, and used his coven leader voice."He is your mate, Jinx, and you must respect him and his wishes. It is the Law of the coven, and you must obey it. Understood?" I grumbled,"Yes, sir", and looked at the floor, pissed off. I was the only child of the leader of our coven, Jack Jameson, and was expected to follow the rules and set an example. But that meant I had to take shit from Carter that would get anyone else killed in seconds, and like it. I stormed up to my room, and slammed the door, before flopping on my bed, and glared at my ceiling. I supposed it was because I was pissed, or because I was bored, but I suddenly wondered what Ivy Carson was doing at that very moment. I had no idea where she lived, where she worked, her hobbies, or really anything about her, aside from the fact that she could fight, and self harmed.

I sighed, and decided that the next day at school, I would try and get to know her better, so that I could perfect my plan to seduce and drain her. After all, I could already tell she wanted me. The lust in her eyes earlier in the kitchen had been unmistakable, and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me want to bite her right then and there, but I hadn't. To be honest, I'm not sure why I didn't, but I suppose it was because I had gone to all the trouble of making a damn plan, and didn't want it to be over that quickly. If the game ended too quick, then there was no damn fun to it. And I would definitely not be letting fucking Ivy Carson get away that easily. Not after she'd managed to sneak up on me, and get her ass beaten by dumb preppy girls. I didn't look up as Carter entered the room, and ignored his annoyed sigh. He muttered,"I'm sorry for being a dick to you earlier..I swear I didn't mean anything I said or did. I just love you so much, babe. And the thought of you even ignoring me for a second drives me crazy." I sighed, and replied,"Whatever, man. I'm tired, so I think I'll go to bed early tonight." I flung my jacket onto the chair in the corner of my room, and rolled my eyes, as he pulled his shirt off, and climbed under the covers. I lifted up the edge of the sheets, and slid under them, pulling them around me, then reached over to my bedside table, and flipped the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. I turned onto my side, facing away from Carter, and heard him mutter,"Bitch." I smirked, and closed my eyes, satisfied that he knew I was still pissed at him. I slowly fell asleep, my thoughts on Ivy, and how soon, she would be mine, and Carter would he able to shut his mouth about me finding a new victim, even if he would be quiet for only a few days.

The next morning, I woke up to find Carter gone, and sighed in relief."Now I don't have to deal with his fucking attitude before I go deal with Ivy." I pulled on a Jack Daniel's tank top, and ripped jeans, then topped it off with my leather jacket and combat boots. I grabbed my backpack, and swung it effortlessly over my shoulders, then went downstairs, managing to yell,"Bye!" at my dad, and shoving a piece of toast in my mouth at the same time. I walked faster than normal to school, looking for Ivy, but she was nowhere to be found. I did see Emma The Bitch though, and figured since she always messed with Ivy, she might know where she was. I asked her with a smirk,"So..You girls seen Ivy lately?" Emma went pale, and so did her friends. She shook her head, and answered,"N-Not today, no. I heard the principal talking to her Mom on the phone. Says she's sick or some shit. I bet she's just healing from all those bruises, though." Right at that moment, a familiar and annoyed voice said,"That's not what I'm doing, you self absorbed Barbie doll. I just..Wasn't feeling good is all. Not from your lame ass beating, though." She went quiet, and I dimly wandered from what, exactly, she was feeling sick, and just shrugged. I looked at her, and my mouth almost dropped open at how..Bad she looked. Bruises covered her face and neck, but that wasn't what shocked me. It was how pale and breakable she looked, and how her skin seemed to have a yellowish tint to it. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and she was definitely losing weight. But I figured it must just be some flu or shit that she caught..