Chapter 55
"So much for having an order sister" Capri muttered.
"Tell me bout it" Ashton chuckled.
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\[Chapel Of Silence, 11PM\]
Ixora has a black piece of clothing tied to her eyes, and the knife is now out of her arm, though the spot is still bleeding so much.
She's holding an arrow and a bow right now, and though everywhere is black cos of the black cloth over her eyes, she's very much aware of her surroundings.
According to Warren, when your eyes are blinded, your other senses become overly sensitive, and your ability to tackle anything in the dark marks the start of your dark era.
The ability to fight even when you're wounded is the second step, but she's trying the two at a time.
She's standing in front of the dartboard right now, and Warren himself is standing behind her, not touching her though, but she could feel him as usual.
She set the arrow in the bow, then she raised her hand, but the excruciating pains from the stab made the arms go down as she groaned.
More blood poured out of the stab, and Warren's eyes fell on it.
As he watched her bleed, his brain responded, and endorphins got injected between in legs.
Kink number two; watching her bleed.
Her blood is a turn on at this point, and it's insane?
Well nothing is sane about a storm in human form.
She raised the arrows again, and this time even as blood pumped out of her arm, even as pains overtook her and sent mad tingles to her brain...she still couldn't drop it.
She positioned the arrow accordingly, and her hands steadied as her teeth tightened, then she groaned out as her lips parted.
She released the arrow with everything she has, and it his the dartboard.
Warren took a look at the board before pulling the blindfold away from of her eyes.
She looked at the board immediately, and her eyes widened when she saw she actually hit the bullseye, right in the middle.
"I...i did it! I did!" She smiled widely, facing him who's like a brick as usual...
Impenetrable and hard to impress
The smile disappeared from her face, then her eyes went to the chemicals on the table.
Her arm was bleeding, but the pains suddenly didn't matter anymore as she picked up one of the chemical bottles.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Chloroform" he replied flatly.
"And it kills within minutes?" She said.
"Drink it and confirm" he replied, and she dropped it, picking another bottle.
"This?" She asked him.
"Arsenic" he replied.
"Same characteristics with chloroform?" She asked.
"Depends on the way you want it" he replied, picking a bottle by himself.
"That's cyanide, I know this one" she said.
"How so?" He replied.
"Eh...I'm not daft, I'm a biology student" she said, and he gritted his jaws, then a loud grumble of thunder sounded in the sky, sending lightning flashing inside through the open church windows.
Ixora didn't even freak nor scream like normal girls, she watched the sky with a smile even when the thunder came again.
"I love thunders" she muttered, and he grinded his jaws again.
"Why are you teaching me though? The arrows...pains, darkness, chemicals..." She asked.
"Not in the mood to answer that" he replied, getting a separate bottle from the table.
He opened it and poured the content on her stab, making her bolt her teeth as it stung, then he poured another powdery substance on the surface before wrapping a bandage around the arm.
As he wrapped, his digits pressed on her skin, and she was tempted to look up at his face which is still as zeroed as ever.
"Can you send your bird again tonight?" She asked.
"You have no damn right to ask for another favor, filthy lier, and you can delete the location of this church away from your head, it's the last meet tonight" he replied and wore his shirt back.
He walked out of the church, leaving her there on the alter.
It's like the rain felt his absence too cos it began raining immediately.
Ixora rushed out of the church, but just like last time, hrs mysteriously gone... like a mythical creature.
She ran all the way to her car, getting slightly wet by the rain before she arrived.
She put on a jacket to cover her bandaged arm, then she took another look at the church which now feels like their secret place, but he said tonight is the last?
She secretly felt bad, and though she wasn't expecting a stupid tight friendship from a devil she lied on and ruined his life, but still...it felt so-so.
She drove down the granite, feeling the intense pains from her arm as her car ate the asphalt for late dinner.
The rain strokes drummed on the car roof, and fog clouded the streets, almost covering her windscreen.
Now it feels like the night of Evelyn's death all-over again.
That devious night two weeks ago when he sent her the cry-blood note from the dove.
As she rolled the wheel in her hands, she felt the awareness, like he's somewhere around.
Did he follow her?
She stopped the car and came out in the rain, looking around the wet road and silent street for a sign of him, but she did see him.
Even if he's somewhere, he wouldn't let himself be seen. Devils' are sneaky hell-sents.
She got back in the car and resumed her drive.
She was mulling silently till she arrived at home and saw someone waiting in front of the gate, drenched completely in the rain.
It's obviously Romeo. He actually came back here after leaving the bar earlier.
Ixora quickly got down from the car, taking the umbrella that's always in her car.
She unwrapped it, covered herself and rushed to him.
"What the fûck! Do you want to die? What are you doing here? Why are you —"
"Do you not know? Or you know and you're only pretending not to know?" He interrupted her, causing her brows to dip.
"What are you talking about?"
"I've been avoiding touches from you since ILC freshman party, not because I don't like it, but because each time you touch me, I get a brainstorm of what happened that night" he replied.
Ixora gasped.
"I already said it was a mistake, we were both drunk as fûck, and you said you understood" she said quickly.
"We were both drunk, but if you didn't feel anything for me, you wouldn't allow me inside you even during your drunk state. You gave me your virginity, and you're the first girl I ever had sèx with, too." He said.
Ixora shoved her second hand into her hair, threading her fingers in the blkndet strands.
"No...no Romeo we're not doing this tonight. This is already forgotten. We were drunk, we made a mistake, and it ended there" she replied.
Romeo went silent, his hair plastered on his forehead as the rain beat him.
His shirt is glued to his body too, and his pants are dripping to his black sneakers.
"We'll see at daybreak" she said, but then he made a move, stepping forward and grabbing her face for a kiss.
Before their lips could touch, Ixora pinched his stomach, and he let go with a groan.
"Ix...
"Stop it! Are you drunk?" She said, a little bit raged.
She left him again and began walking back to her car, but she had barely walked three steps when he gripped her from behind, hugging her waist and kissing her neck—her weak spot.
She shuddered, feeling electrified.
"I'm so fuckin into you, I want you bad like the air I breath. Please, Ixora...please." he whispered.