To His Hell and Back
Chapter 68: Be Right Or Wrong-I

Chapter 68: Be Right Or Wrong-I

His fingers traverse over her smooth skin, her toes that were the size of a small bud of flower, her glistening skin that was chaffed and now bruised, each of it seemed like art itself, something he could stare at for hours without boredom.

Fresh out of the bath, Bella had smelled like rose water and the honey soap she used. Her entire body waft with sweet fragrance no sweeter than her blood, and the way her skin glide around his fingertips did beguiled him to take a bite.

Like a starved man who had just seen a fresh and sweet red apple dangling in front of his eyes, an apple that would surely satisfy him. His tongue licked his lower lips, his fingers moving from her skin to the medicine, rubbing it over her wounds.

A whimper escaped Bella’s lips. She didn’t know that she was scratched up so badly and whenever the salve rubbed her fresh wounds a sense of stinging burn and itchiness made her want to scratch the wound desperately. But her body refused to move out of stubbornness. She was going to show him that she too could remain calm and cool, unfeeling like he was.

From below Cassius always looks demanding and strong but from above, his face was rather more warm. She couldn’t take her eyes off from his skin, his eyes and every features that rested on his face that seemed so heavenly matched. A shame that his heart was so cold as if on cue, his fingers pressed on the wound under her knees, the worse wound out of all as it was already bruised to the color of dark purple.

Cassius’s jaw tighten hearing her cry, he frowned and looked at her eyes that had turned wet from tears of stifling down her pain. He almost thought this silly bird was seducing him but he knew that she wasn’t capable of that, not that she can’t but she simply wasn’t attracted to him.

A sudden urge of tease lurked to his heart. He pushed his finger from under her knees to the flesh of her thighs. His fingernails scratched light on her skin, moving upward and lifting her dress on its way.

Arabella was still feeling the pain when suddenly she felt a tickle. The slow pace of his finger around her thighs sent shiver down her spine but it didn’t felt painful, it felt... a gulp echoed from her throat and when his thumb pushed to her inner thighs, her entire body flinched. Looking down at his fingers, her cheeks reddened once she realized the odd position of his hand sneaking under her dress. She quickly put her hand to stop him, alerted like a cat whose tail had been stepped.

"I can take care of the rest," she insisted, glaring at him with her green eyes.

Cassius didn’t smile or react to her. He stood up, and with the remaining salve on his finger, he pressed it on the wound located around her forehead.

"Naivety has its limits," he spoke up, staring at her eyes as he broke into a grin, "I hope you won’t suddenly pray to heaven that I will turn kind to you, birdie because that won’t happen. And oh, before next time you think that I was being nice to you, think twice. Once you fail to entertain me, you know that I won’t hesitate to cast you aside."

Hearing this, her green eyes turned even more hateful. It was as if that moment of kindness he showed earlier disappeared as fast as a blink, leaving her with a sense of need to stab him on his chest.

"Yes," she answered him firmly, "I should keep in mind that a creature like you is incapable of change, rotting from the inside out, just as you always have been."

"Good," he commend but his eyes seemed to be burning in a feisty ire, "Keep that in your mind like an oath."

As he finished, he threw aside the medicine on the end of the table, walking out of the room to leave her alone. As his presence faded, anger rose to the top of Bella’s throat, she was seething and she wanted to beat herself who had thought that there was something close to kindness inside of Cassius. As he said, he is incapable of changing, he is merciless, and she is nothing but his toy that he could cast aside.

How foolish for her to think he has a better side of himself.

"Stupid," Arabella muttered to herself, raising her hand that had balled to a fist to hit her own head, a habit she had always done whenever she felt tricked. "You’re too stupid. So what if he is kind? So what if he is not?"

It doesn’t matter to him.

She was simply embarrassed to think that he could bear some kindness in him.

With a sigh, Arabella moved from the bed and found the comfy spot on the corner of the room. Out of spite she had brought one of the five pillows on the bed, besides Cassius didn’t need so much pillow for himself. As she pulled the pillow and walked to the floor, she passed by the plus couch to see the green book Cassius was holding earlier. The book’s title glistened as it was coated in a gold shimmer reading: ’Human Medicine For Children’.

Looking at it for a few seconds, Arabella turned her head away and moved to the dark corner of the room, placing the pillow on the floor and closed her eyelids.

Stupid vampire.

I hope your fangs rot from all the blood you drink and it falls off from your mouth.

I hope your chest got stabbed as much as your words hurt other people’s feelings.

I hope you never... change as you said. Because if you do that would be very embarrassing for you.

Bella drifted to sleep oddly that night she didn’t dream anything, not even a nightmare but somewhere she heard the sound of a cry coming from a young boy. The young boy was crying at something, looking at the blood puddle in front of him alongside the broken golden cage. Then a hand settled on his shoulder, the woman’s fingernails painted in wine red color as she leaned to the boy’s ears, whispering, ’that is what happens when you put your entire heart into a creature -... listen to your mother. You have no use of weakness.’

When she woke up, it was by a startle. Arabella heard the loud scream of villagers that had made her stood from the bed. Her eyes looked around at herself that had curled like a baby in a fetal position on the fluffy bed which made her confuse but she couldn’t dwell for long after hearing the rowdy commotion coming from below. She guessed she only closed her eyes for four hours and now the sky had completely turn bright.

She rushed down from the bed, looking at the window with her eyes wide as Cassius was holding to the neck of a young boy while Renard’s sword had reached Mayor Pascal’s throat in a deadly threat.

"Playing a fool of me, haha," Cassius genuinely laughed though that laugh didn’t move a single shadow from his darkened eyes. "Be thankful I had given you four hours before your sweet death. I was about to do it earlier you know."

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