A devilish Night Lord

Chapter One

"Because you are the one that I will always choose... Even if I know that you will never choose me."

The abduction from her own wedding had only taken the High Lord from the Night court mere seconds.

Feyre realized that Rhys had finally come to fulfill his part of the bargain - one week each month for the rest of her life ... which means as she was not human anymore a very, very long time.
While she was standing in front of her abductor, she didn't know if she should punch him right in his grinning face or just embrace him.

" I see you look very pleased to see me again Feyre," the night lord whispered at her ear.

" Pleased?" She backed off looking incredulous, " Rhysand you have just kidnapped me in front of Tamlin!" she screamed.

"And?"

"It was my wedding!!" Feyre was angry but a tiny part of herself was relieved that the High Lord had come before she voices her answer in front of Tamlin, Lucien and the members of the Spring Court.
The answer was ... no.

Since their return from Under the Mountain, Feyre had been different. Not only she'd been transformed as a High Fae rescuing her from death but the atrocity that she'd suffered from and what she had done had fractured not only her human heart but also her soul. She knew that she was different and that she will never be the same no matter what.

She dreaded the night to come because deep down she knew that the nightmares would always come to her and torture her by the reminiscence of her crimes. Even if Tamilin spends his nights in her bed, making love to her, the warm of his embrace couldn't stop the icy fear running through her veins every time she dreamed of what she had done.
The nightmares were always the same, Feyre was in the center of Amarantha's court, three Faeries kneeling in front of her and waiting to be murdered by her hand. Feyre was standing in front of the female fae, the bloody dagger in her hand.

"Fear no evil, feel no pain," the female Fae had said to her. Trembling from head to toe, Feyre couldn't move an inch.

I can't do it ... No ... I would not do it!

"You already did you filthy little thing," whispered Amarantha. The queen had descended from her throne and was now standing just besides Feyre. The look on Amarantha face was cruel. She was actually pleased to see that her "little game" had made Feyre looked fairly miserable.

"Look what you have done with your own hand."

Feyre looked down and saw a pool of blood ... Fae blood. The dagger slipped through her fingers "No..." she whispered. "NO!!" Tamlin was kneeling in front of her, his right hand above his heart. The blood was spilling to the floor.

"Feyre ... " Tamlin murmured shocked. "Wh ... Why? Fe - Feyre?"

That was the nightmare Feyre had since they vanquished Amarantha. In her dream she didn't save anyone, she had been wrong about Tamlin. He didn't have a heart of stone like she thought he had. She had pierced his heart with the dagger and had killed him. She had killed him, the one she love by her own hands. And like every time after she woke up with fear gripping her heart, she left her bed each step harder, heavier and reached the toilet where she threw up. The nightmare was so real that Feyre always took a certain time to reassure herself that it was not the reality. And like every time she came back, Tamlin was sleeping. He didn't make a move, his respiration calm and even. Feyre exposed her back at him, embracing herself and tried to sleep again.

She knew that she was not the only one suffering from Amarantha's claws. From time, at night, Tamlin woke up searching the bedchamber with his eyes like a madman and transform himself into the dangerous beast of claws and fangs. No matter what Feyre told him, he always growled and spent the rest of the night in his beast form monitoring the windows and the door.

And there she was, months after Amarantha's death, in a beautiful silky dress getting married to the one she loved. Even if Tamlin and her had difficulties to escape from the horrors that they survived they were still able to love each other.

For Tamlin it was clear that Feyre was the woman that he always wanted. And now that she was a Fae, he could love and spend his eternity with her without being scared that she would die after mere years like all the humans do. He had proposed to her and she had accepted. But now as she was coming down the aisle, Feyre sensed her resolution crumbling.

She loves Tamlin but the repeated nightmares had made it clear to her that she was not worth it to love or being loved. She had killed by cold blood innocents. She had murdered Tamlin's friend. Her soul was fractured and tainted in black. Amarantha was dead and have been defeated but for Feyre, the Queen had vanquished her with her last game. Her steps became difficult to make as she saw the High Lord from the Spring Court in front of her. His long blond hair, his beautiful face was clearer with her fae eyes. I can't marry him, she thought. It's all wrong.

"Of course you can't marry him." The voice of the dead Queen reasoning in Feyre's head. "How can he marry a murderer? You have blood in your hands. You're not worthy of him you will never be."

Good. She was not good. She was nothing, and her soul, her eternal soul, was damned. Feyre was standing in front of Lucien and besides Tamlin. She tried to get her traitorous lungs to draw air so she could voice the word. Her final answer. No. No. But she didn't have to say it. Thunder cracked behind her, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other. People screamed, falling back, a few vanishing outright as darkness erupted. She whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke and wind, she found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket.

"Hello, Feyre darling,' he purred.

She couldn't do anything, Rhys swept her into a powerful embrace and addressed Tamlin in a mocking voice : "You don't mind I'm sure to take Feyre as she promised me."

Tamlin hadn't had the time to do anything. The High Lord had already disappeared in a mist of smoke.

"Now my dear Feyre, it is time to fulfill your own part of the deal don't you think?" said the Night Lord with his grinning face, he continued "Welcome to the dreaded Nigh Court!"

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N/A :
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