Blood Bond

Blood Bond: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

DIABOLUS'S POV

     Diabolus cocked his head to the side thoughtfully and watched his love sleep. She lay absolutely still, but from the horrified expression on her face, he could sense that she was having a rather interesting dream.

     He shook his head quickly. Pardon him, he wasn’t interested in watching her sleep, but was really interested in her dream. Having the ability to sense people’s dreams and venture into them could be quite a useful thing sometimes. It seemed like she was having another nightmare.

Slowly, he plunged his mind into his sweetheart’s. Yes, he was right. His poor darling was dreaming of that boy she’d befriended last year, the one that had died a few months ago. The dream, however, was more of a nightmare…Tyler? Trevon? Whatever his name was, that boy was really irritating. Why, he was scaring Eleanor. He wasn’t sure whether Eleanor was simply conjuring up the vermin’s image accidently, or whether the boy was really coming into her dreams. Either way, he really had to do something about it.

  She looked beautiful lying there on the small bed, her body covered by a white blanket. The bedroom light was not on, so any other human would not have seen anything if s/he were to peek in the room from outside, but his sharp eyes could see as clearly as a human could see in daylight. Her flowing light brown hair was elegantly draped on the pillow her head was resting on. Her eyes were closed, but he had her eye color memorized: the most vivid of blue. Her sister had the same eye color as her. He felt a sudden urge to go kiss her on her perfect lips, but when her lips pursed in terror, he was quickly brought back to reality. She was still having the nightmare. But what could he do? He couldn’t shake her awake, for if she discovered that he was in her home, in her presence, then she’d truly throw a fit. He winced. Her hatred for him really was inconvenient. If only she accepted that she was his, and his only…everything would be so different. Most importantly, he wouldn’t need the presence of her sister – Gisele – as his mistress. She would be of no use after his Eleanor took his side instead.

     But wasn’t that the big problem? Eleanor wouldn’t join him. Which was why he had to make do with Gisele instead. Not that Gisele knew she was his second choice, and that he’d get rid of her in a moment’s heartbeat if Eleanor was willing to take her place. If the blond learned that, than it really wouldn’t be good. She had quite a temper.

     He didn’t mind Gisele, though. She really was beautiful, and she understood his need for Darkness, which he knew was something Eleanor didn’t understand. In her eyes, he was just simply evil. So his mind told him that Gisele was perfect for him, but his heart told him otherwise. His heart, after all, only craved Eleanor. He honestly didn’t understand why. Yes, Eleanor was beautiful, but so was her sister. It wasn’t like he was missing out on anything. Or was he? He only knew that Eleanor touched him and reached him in a place where no one else had ever touched and reached him.

     Diabolus swallowed, and glanced around him. It was quite dark, even for his supernatural eyes, and the moonlight only dimly lit the house beside Eleanors’, and what seemed like the huge tree that stood in between the two houses. He was crouched in an uncomfortable position by Eleanor’s window, only his head above the windowsill. He’d silently propped open the window quite a while ago, so he could at least smell his beautiful Eleanor.

     What am I doing here? He asked himself for the hundredth time. He hadn’t visited his Eleanor in twenty years, and had even tried to forget her. His being here tonight proved that no matter what, he couldn’t forget her. But what was he doing here tonight? He had no business to talk with Eleanor, which was his usual excuse for seeing her. Something had pulled him towards her tonight though, and he’d followed his instincts and had sought her out.

     Damn, he was pathetic. He sighed. It was best to leave. He was lucky he had managed to catch a glimpse of Eleanor after so long, and it was really best not to push his luck.

     He glanced at her again, feeling the need to engrave her image into his mind. Who knew when he’d see her again?

     To his surprise, Eleanor was now awake, her head in her hands. His eyes widened. What…? How had she awakened without him noticing, or even hearing?

     “I’m going crazy…” he heard her moan.

     Diabolus blinked. Crazy? His Eleanor was anything but crazy. That vermin was just really annoying.

     Though she really did need to think again about her and Diabolus. But he wasn’t going to complain. He understood why his darling chose to rebel against him. He sighed again. If only he hadn’t done what he’d done all those years ago…he remembered the exact date…June 18th, 1750. He hadn’t expected her to witness it, though and he’d been more than a little surprised when he realized that he’d just been seen. After all, he hadn’t even smelled her presence. That’s what happens when you’re too consumed by the task at hand. He thought with disgust. Maybe if he’d been more careful, his relationship with Eleanor would be different today…

     He started to back away, deciding it was the best time to take his leave. His eyes were fixed on Eleanor, never leaving her face. Her beauty still took his breath away, and he had to have a self-struggle to convince himself to leave without making his presence known to her.

     He kept backing away, until he bumped right into something hard. “Shit,” he muttered when he realized he’d backward walked right into the stupid tree. He really hated it when he paid attention to one thing so much; he managed to become oblivious to everything else. That was one of his flaws, unfortunately.

     He heard a swift movement from the window, and he glanced up to see that Eleanor was now standing in a defensive position on her bed. She seemed to be glaring right at him, which unnerved him. Could she see him? He doubted her eyes were as strong as his, but it was best not to underestimate others…

     “Who’s there?” she asked harshly.

     Diabolus blinked. So she hadn’t seen him. He thought of turning around and making a run for it, but the longing to touch her, to talk to her; was suddenly too strong.

     Surprisingly, the idea of being able to talk to her lightened his mood immediately as well.

     He grinned, and then walked towards his love, his darling. “Really, Eleanor, I pity you. The vermin isn’t leaving you alone even in your dreams, is he?” he said mockingly as he readied himself to pounce through the window into her room.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry this chapter wasn't as good as some of you might have been hoping. I've been having writers block for a while now, and then all of a sudden I start writing this; and yeah, so I'm not sure if its good or not. Please provide me on some feedback on what I can change or remove? thanks!

OH, and I'm so sorry its so short...I'm so busy and I have so much work to do...i'll hopefully start writing longer chapters after exams!!