Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

"Elijah?" Artemis stuttered as she looked wide-eyed at him. The smirk on Elijah's face vanished whatsoever doubts she was having. Looking at him after god knows how long felt strange yet familiar to her. 

A charmer...that's what he was back then.

"Hello to you too, Artemis." Elijah rolled his eyes at the sudden astonished face that Artemis was making. A tall glass of Bacardi rested elegantly in his hands. Artemis gulped down the lump of saliva as he gulped down his rum.

"What are you doing here, Elijah?" Michael asked as he watched him with suspicion dancing in his eyes. Elijah did a quick turn while he emptied his glass before turning to face Michael.

"Is this how you're going to greet your friend?" Elijah fake pouted making Michael groan in frustration.

"We are not friends." He gritted in disgust.

"We were," Elijah smirked. Michael moved towards him with clenched fists.

"Why the fuck are you here after so long?" Artemis interrupted as she pulled Michael back by his shoulders. 

"Same reason as you..... Broken heart, fucked up life, betrayal, and blah blah blah....." All the playfulness blew away from his face replaced with a serious expression. He called the bartender as he looked back at Michael. 

"Why are you here?" Michael gritted.

"Two Martinis please," Elijah smiled at the bartender who blushed instantaneously. His eyes looked over her chest looking over at her badge. "...Vicki...." He grinned at her making her cheeks more flushed.

"Here." The bartender placed two Martinis and shoes away as Elijah winked in her direction. Michael raised a curious brow as Elijah placed one glass in front of Michael.

"What is your plan, Elijah? Offering me a drink or two won't work out things between us." Michael gulped down the Martini in one go. He continued "You and I can never be friends, not again." 

"I'm not here to work things out," Elijah shrugged his shoulders as his eyes looked over to the bartender. His smirk widened as he caught her stealing a few glances in his direction. "I'd rather say, I'm here to stop the witchy bitch," He gritted in disbelief as he sipped from his glass. 

Michael and Artemis shared concerned looked as knowing expressions planted on their faces.

"You know whom I mean, right?" He looked over his shoulder at the duo with a raised brow. Artemis breathed out as she said.

"You can't stop Melissa, Elijah. She is far too powerful for you to handle alone."

Elijah licked his lips seductively while the bartender looked at him.

"That's why I'm here...for a favor." 

****

"Please, don't tease me like this."

"Patience, love...Patience..." He descended as his lips traced down her neck moving towards her bosom. 
She writhed beneath him while he pleasured her body with his mouth. His hands descended to her torso as he unhooked a few hooks from her bodice and let the dress cascade down her body. Her raven hairs played beautifully on the whole pillow contrasting each other. 

"I can't seem to have a lot of patience if you keep punishing me like this.." She breathed out as she felt the cold wind hit her naked torso. He smirked against her neck while his other hand undressed her slowly and erotically. She palmed the back of his neck as she pulled him in a heated kiss making every single fiber of his body burn with desire.

 
"I love you Draven," she panted as she pulled away. Her enchanting sapphire eyes looked at him with passion and aspiration.

"I love you too...Melissa..."
****

His eyes were glued to the painting hanging elegantly on peach-colored walls. There was pure desire and need in his eyes as he watched the painting. Drawing a full glass of liquor, he put aside the glass and averted his eyes as he sensed a presence behind him. 

"She is human, my king. There are no supernatural signs in her, which I presume is a good thing. But, she's a liability for you. What do you plan on doing with her?" 

"She isn't a liability, at least not for me and let me make some things clear, Karen, she's here because I want her to be here and about my plans, she is going to play a salient role in my little game," Draven smirked at the man, watching the confused expression dominating his emotions. Draven looked at Karen with mischievous eyes.

"Would you do me a favor, Karen? Will you help her adjust to my room? There are some things I need to show her?" 

Karen nodded and walked out of there without uttering a single word. Draven turned toward the painting with a smile on his face.

"Before long, amore." His whispers blew out with wind while he finished his glass.

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"Leave me! Where are you taking me?!" I screamed but like usual nothing was worth it. My limbs were aching with all the thrashing and struggling but something in me was making me fight, fight for myself. I had been played, fooled, betrayed, but not anymore. I decline to be a puppet dancing on their strings, not anymore. 

Every time I close my eyes, I saw the dull and emotionless face of Matthew, which makes me mad and feel the hatred I never felt for anyone. Nothing scares me anymore, the vampires, the werewolves, everything which I believed to be bluff was now my biggest reality. Everyone broke my trust like glass and now I was going to stab them with the same pieces. 

"I said leave me!" My arms were hurting from the impact he had on me. The chains were piercings through my skin, I was afraid if I applied any more pressure I would surely bleed. 

Whoever the hell this man was, didn't talk much because he hadn't said a word. He just came to the dungeons and without any word started dragging me god knows where.