All day, Celeste lay on her bed, drowning in thoughts. Fortunately, Delian hadn't come to check on her yet. All the maids that pleaded to let them stay out of The King's wrath had to silently dumb the food and lie through their teeth that she ate.
How long would I lay here?
How long will I stay here? She thought.
A harsh knock on her bedroom door pierces her ears and her lifeless heart did a jump. There's a knock again. She wait for the person on the other side of the door to let them know. But she only waits, and the knocks become unpleasant and hurried.
She feel her fags poke her lower lips as she carefully step out of the safeness of her bed.
Should I open the door?
"Who are you?" Celeste says loud enough for the words to be carried out of the door to the one out there.
"It's me, my dear." Deyha? What's that rotten piece of shit doing here?
"What did I do now to have the misfortune of conversing with you again?" Celeste's hands clench on the doorknob.
"Oh, my dear, why do you have to talk to me like that all the time? You used to love me. Open up, my dear."
This old scamp is really creeping her out now. What does he want now?
"What do you want, Deyha? I'm not, never going to open this darn door to you! And I, yes, used to love you because I was bitterly naive." Her jaw shuts clench when she hears his groggy laugh from the other side. For the first time after her parents' death she felt the need to have Delian near her because despite how cruel he is, Celeste believes he will protect her, even from his father.
This isn't the usual behavior of Deyha. He's up with something, and Celeste is sure, it's for no good.
"Oh, open up, young lady, then I could open you up furthermore, huh?" What does that even mean?
"I don't want to see that wrinkly face of yours, Deyha. Go back to the hell hole where you crawl here from." Even though, Celeste calls Deyha wrinkly face, he's still stupidly handsome— perks of being a vampire.
She dismissed him when the knocks could no longer be heard, walking toward my bed. Celeste thought of laying down again, because that's the only thing she can do now, or is there something else that is better worth doing?
Like killing that old prick out there?
"Only in your wildest dream can you kill me, my dear." This was never what Celeste had guessed would happen. She expects him to stand at the door a little longer or even bang on it until he realizes there is no use in standing there anymore.
But not this, never Deyha, peeking inside her room through the open window. Is this a nightmare or is she seeing things? Did she think out loud?
"You can have me not kill me, My lady." A scream caught in her chest as she watched him, still on her feet, jumping inside her chamber and walking close slowly.
"You look too surprised for my liking. You didn't have to bring down my ability under the label of an old prick, my pretty Cele." He cocks his head side, white hair falling on his eyes. Celeste can't grasp what's happening precisely at this moment, but all she can register is that her lungs are burning with the abrupt shortage of oxygen sweeping into it.
Celeste gasps loudly when his hands circle around her. Mustering all her strength she pushes him, but he won't move an inch except for the poisonous laugh that moves past his lips.
She doesn't even realize a scream rips through her throat until the plan of his hand comes in contact with her mouth with a swift hash motion.
"We don't want our Del to know about this little business we have here now, do we, my precious?" He asks with a smile that reaches his eyes in a vicious way, leaning closer and nosing her cheek handily despite her thrashing and kicking in his hold.
"Get your filthy hands off me, bastard!" Celeste shoved him again but to no avail. Again, a laugh pushes out of his mouth at her misery. "Delian!" Her scream has his eyes go round and his jaw ticks with outrage as his palm lands on her left cheek with a sharp thud.
The back of her eyes burns the same as the back of her head from how hard he's yanking her hair. Celeste feels like if he keeps doing this even for a minute she will start bleeding.
"I never let you live only for my son to have some fun, slut! I wanted to have a taste too for a long time now." He says, looking dead into her eyes, and dives right into her neck, fangs gracing her skin. Celeste's eyes go round and her jaw sets painfully as she grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his filthy face away from her neck.
"Delian! Delian! Del—" His hand collapses on her mouth in a blink and she can taste blood in her mouth from the cut it leaves on her lip. Celeste hit him on his chest, shoving him again when he tried to walk her toward the bed hissing a 'shut it' making her eyes go wide in horror.
Then Celeste does the only thing she can think of, her sharp fangs sink into the flush of Deyha's palm, making blood drip down when he pushes his hand away from her mouth with a loud hiss. But it wasn't enough of a warning for him. Deyha licks the wound with a mocking smile plastered on his face, red eyes flashing on her.
With a quick stride and one last lick of his hand, his deadly grip is back on Celeste's waist, and his wounded hand on her neck, choking her.
Only if he does that. . .