My Poison

"Do you like my sister?"

A little girl's voice said.

"Maybe?"

A gasp

"You're engaged to her, so you're supposed to like her."

Another shuffle and a gasp, groaning I covered my eyes from the brightness of the light.

"So much noise" I mumbled as I grabbed the sheet to cover my head.

"See I told you, you're going to wake her up." A half-whisper, half yell.

"I'm not the one that's next to her. Just give it a few more seconds and you'll be kicked out of the bed."

I heard a snicker from that person and I was a bit annoyed now. There was someone next to me that was taking more space in the bed. I was comfortable and tired and so I shoved my hand upwards to push that person out of the bed.

Instead of my hand pushing him off the bed, it landed on a hard set of abs... Wait... abs... Did I feel that right?

Grumbling I lifted my head above the sheet to find that my hand was indeed touching a hard set of abs and when I looked up at the person only to see Dante staring down at me with a smirk.

I quickly jumped away, my hand burned from touching his skin. Once I jumped away, I took that as my opportunity to kick him out of the bed. I stood on the bed glaring at him as he fell to the ground.

I then heard giggling.

"I told you so," Aremiah said as a matter of fact.

I smiled as I saw her and lifted my hands for her. With glee, she jumped onto the bed, running into my arms.

"So how's my little princess?" I asked has I then took a closer look at her. She was dressed in a little black dress and her hair was pinned up by the phoenix hairpin.

"She's very very sad." She said as her smile turned to a frown as she turned to Dante with a glare and then buried her face in my stomach.

"What did you do to my sister!?" I said summoning a sword and pointing it at him. Dante lifted his brow at me and lifted his hands.

"I would also like to know what I did." He said as he crossed his legs and he made himself comfortable on the floor. Aremiah sniffled and I then bent down to her level. I dematerialized my sword and put both my hands on her shoulder.

"Tell me what's wrong and I will make sure he pays for what he's done. I will make sure he's hurt. So what's the matter little one?" I gently removed her hands from her eyes as I noticed her tears falling ignoring the smirk on Dante's face.

"Don't leave me again!" She cried out as she jumped onto me. I hugged her as she cried and gently soothed her.

"I'm not going to leave-"

"Yes, you are!" She jumped away pointing her fingers at Dante.

"You're going to get married to him and he's going to take you away! You're going to... you're going to leave me again!" She cried even more as I gently gathered her in my eyes as she held onto me as her life depended on it.

I glanced at Dante and when I made eye contact with him, he looked away. Firstly I was angry at him. Secondly, I was angry at the king, and thirdly, why the bloody hell would I get married to Dante.

But I had to calm myself down for the little child that's bawling her eyes out.

"It's going to be alright little one," I said reassuring her. After a while, she had finally fallen asleep in my arms. So I put her next to me in the middle of the bed.

Dante then stood up and sat by the edge of the bed. He had some explaining to do. I sighed as I lifted the sheets to cover Aremiah as she hugged me in her sleep.

"How many days was I asleep?"

The last time I was awake was when he had rescued me from the dungeon. That was a torturous day as I was almost raped once again.

"It's been a week. I stayed by your side so I could heal your wounds. How do you feel now?"

I checked my arms and body. I was covered in bandages. These kinds of wounds couldn't be healed by my Darkside.

"It doesn't hurt so I'm sure I'm better now."

There was something wrong with me. I could feel it. This strange feeling I had, was a feeling I only felt when I was chained and locked up in that dungeon.

I couldn't feel my dark side...

I tried to feel her, call her in my mind but I knew she was badly hurt by their experiments.

For now, I won't concentrate on her but the present problem at hand.

"What did Aremiah mean about the marriage?" I saw Dante flinch. It was a slight movement but he tried to not show it.

"It's exactly as she said, we're engaged."

And then there was silence.

"I never agreed to any marriage..."

"You're awfully calm about this."

"Who said I was calm?"

I could feel my anger rising by the second. Dante had an intriguing look on his face as he gazed at me.

"You're just lucky I don't bash your face or rip you to shreds this instance."

"Oh?" I could hear how daring his voice was.

"I really don't mind having my fiancé try to hurt me. By all means, my dear, try your luck. I can assure you I'll deal with you in more ways than one." He said with a smirk and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

The way he spoke, the tone of his voice, going deeper and deadlier. My face felt hot. It wasn't a threat... it was a promise...

"Why would I marry you?"

"Talk to your father, he's the one that proposed this marriage in the first place."

"Why would you agree to it?"

A question that has been running through my mind

There was a smirk. A bloody god damn smirk on his well handsome face but that wasn't the point. He moved across the bed, making sure he didn't hurt my sister. I inched away from him, my back hitting the headboard behind me.

His right hand was on my waist, with slow strides, with light touches, his hand riding down to my thighs. His other rested on my neck, as his face was buried close to my ear.

His hot breath fanning my neck made me shiver from the cold. He chuckled lowly.

"You intrigue me... and well you're keeping me entertained." I scoffed and summoned a blade thrusting it to his neck. He grabbed my hand, twisting it back. I yelped from the pain.

"Do you think you can win against me?"

Those words were what I despised. He said it so casually. That whatever I was feeling right now had disappeared and in its place was fear mixed with anger. Fear for when Talberon abused me and anger for the pain.

"Please leave!" I pushed him away but he held the hand that he twisted. He grabbed the knife.

"I won't hurt you as they did." I glanced at him.

"I'm still a cold-hearted murderer that loves the thrill of the kill," With every word he said, he began to plunge the knife into my skin, marking it. I held the scream that wanted to escape me.

"You say you won't hurt me but look at what you're doing now!" I said I didn't want to you in case Aremiah got up.

He paused what he was doing and looked up to stare at me.

"It's either I do this or you go back to Talberon. You're free to choose your torturer. Also, you're forgetting what I told you. If you're not by my side, then they will harm you."

Of course, I would choose him over Talberon...

But I don't know how dangerous Dante is or who he is...

He released my arm and then he claimed my lips. He bit my lower lip and I let out a gasp and pushed him away.

"I'm not your girl, you need to stop kissing me like I'm yours," I rolled my eyes while clutching my arm.

Dante's white eyes glowed with hints of gold. This felt like a game. A sick twisted game. Like a game of chess.

"You're already my girl. So I can do what I want with you."

My mind drifted to that night after he rescued me from Zecane. He saved me from him that night.

"I want to see how many times you'll pay me back. I'm stronger than you and everyone else here. You could say that I might be stronger than the king."

To say he was stronger than the king... that's suicide...

I sighed for the millionth time...

"Thank you," I mumbled looking away from him. I knew that if I looked at him any longer, I would do something that I won't regret... like stabbing him for fun.

Cold hands nudged my chin. He turned my face towards him. His eyes glistened with mischief. His smirk was like a deadly dagger.

I wasn't going to lie to myself... ever since he brought me back, brought me to his room. Ever since that night, it was as if the boy in front of me was poisoning me ever so slowly.

I couldn't poison myself if I wanted to exact revenge...

"You can thank me later." He said as he kissed my lips one last time before leaving me alone with Aremiah.

But one thing was for certain, I will have to visit the king.

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