"You're here," Anastasia said.

Ivan slowly walked inside the room as he observed his wife sitting near the window. The bright moon's light shone over her raven hair, glistening like smooth black silk. Her face was impassive -he couldn't read any emotions on her eyes, and it irritated him that he had no idea what his wife was thinking.

"Yes," he grated. "Were you expecting someone else, wife?"

Anastasia shook her head. "Of course not. I was just surprised that you're here. In my room."

He merely raised a questioning brow.

"Well, you've been avoiding me since the day we got married," she added. "Am I really that repulsive to you that you have to avoid me after the wedding? What, you can't fathom to have a vampire for a wife? Afraid that I'll suck your blood?" She threw him a disgusted look. "Oh please, I'd rather starve to death than drink your blood for dinner. I mean, for all I know, you might be carrying some disease in your blood, like HIV or something, since it's so obvious you've been hanging around hundreds of women with humongous breasts. And I'm not even sure if those breasts were real. I mean, have you seen the size of those things? How were they able to carry all those weight?"

"I never knew you were always this insecure."

"Me? Insecure? These are real; one hundred percent genuine if you must know," she answered, her voice rising a little while lightly tapping her breast with her hands.

He really had no idea why she was talking about body parts being fake or real. And frankly speaking, most of the time he had no idea what she was talking about. But now, one thing was for sure: he was really in a foul mood.

"Well then," he started as he approached her, "there is only one way for me to find out if they are 'real'."

He surprised her by roughly grabbing her arm and dragged her towards the bed.

"Wh-what are you doing? Ivan!" Anastasia was saying while she tried to pull her arm away from his grip.

He shoved her onto the bed while he angrily unlaced his boots and started undressing in front of Anastasia. "Undress yourself," he demanded.

Her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, Anastasia stammered, "Y-you want me to what?" And when she saw Ivan shedding his last piece of clothing, she let out a gasp. "Oh god! What are you doing? Put your clothes back on! I'm not in the mood for one of your floor shows."

Ivan was not only jealous of his wife's previous lovers, he was also furious with the disgusted look Anastasia was throwing at him. How dare she even felt appalled with seeing him naked, where in fact she had already stripped naked in front of other men -other men! She, who was already filthy and defiled, touched by another man not her husband... She should be ashamed! She was not pure anymore; she was not worthy to be called Princess of the Elves.

He got on to the bed and covered Anastasia's body with his. He gazed down on her frightened pale face, and his rapier gazed pierced through her. "If you will not undress, then I'll do it for you. And I promise you, wife, you will not like it... you will not enjoy it."

Anastasia's loud cries covered the sound of clothes tearing. She flung her hands and delivered several punches on his back, his face, anywhere where her little hands could reach. But her flimsy attacks were no match for his strength. He grabbed both her wrists with one hand and settled it above her hand, not releasing her even when she was already hurting herself with her struggles. He was beyond control now; his mind was clouded with rage.

Her breasts were already bare in front of his eyes, ripe and full, and he roughly squeezed it with his free hand. She cried in protest and began kicking him with her new found strength. But it wasn't enough to stop him for what he had in mind to do. He pulled whatever remained of her skirt upwards exposing her slim thighs and shapely legs for his eyes to feast on, with only that tiny piece of cloth covering her down there. But he ripped it off her as well, and threw her undergarments at the sides. He repositioned himself on top of her, totally locking her body and limbs under his, trapping her under his weight and raging body.

"You are still lucky, vampire. I may not want you, after all. But my body says so otherwise." He was disgusted with his wife's previous behavior and affairs with other men, but his body still sought her warmth. He started his assault, kissing her neck and caressing every curve of her body with so much callousness he could give. And the more he was heartless with his efforts to subdue his wife, the more her body became frigid and cold. But he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to get this over with. He just wanted to deliver his punishment; he wanted to make her understand.

"You understand this: I am and will be the only man in your life," he gritted in between his teeth. "I will not tolerate any of your infidelities. You may have other men in your life before me, but not anymore."

"Other men! What are you-"

But he did not allow her to finish her sentence for he pried her thighs apart and started entering her viciously not minding her whimpering and crying for him to stop.

She shouted a cry of anguish. "S-stop! Y-you're hurting me!"

Hurting her? Unlikely! She was an experienced woman -she said so herself when he overheard her conversations with her mother. So it puzzled him as to why she was quivering and writhing underneath him, her body cold and unyielding, as if she had never done this before. Then he felt it, that barrier that prevented him from fully entering her.

"What the-" He gave another thrust into her tight passage and he felt it again. Another scream of pain came from Anastasia, echoing through the walls, ringing into his ears.

"You... you're-" Ivan couldn't even complete what he wanted to say as he rolled off her body and lay beside her. He was shocked to have discovered... He was wrong to assume she was... He saw the blood on her thighs, on the sheets, on his... He was so wrong.

"You're still a virgin," he whispered.

Angry, tear-stained eyes met his gaze. "Was a virgin, until you took it away from me!"

"I thought you... I heard you telling your mother you are experienced." He tried to wipe the tears on her face but she slapped his hand away.

"I knew of what was going to happen after a wedding; that was what I was trying to tell my mother," she bit out. "Of course I knew -I am not an ignorant who has no idea pertaining to sex. But that doesn't mean I have already executed those ideas!"

"I really thought..."

"And so what if I was not a virgin anymore? Does that mean I am filthy for you? Unfit to be your wife? Oh, god! You're the ignorant one!"

"I -I'm... I..."

"What? You can't even find the right words to say you're sorry?" she spat. "You beast! If I turned in to a vampire, you're the very first person I'm going to kill! Now get out!"

***

Ana felt Ivan leaving her side. After the monstrous way of him consummating their marriage, he refused to leave her side as he tried to convince her that he knew what he had done was wrong. Well, he was right on that part: he was wrong. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Idiot elf!

He stayed beside her, caressing her hair, while she pretended to sleep. She had heard him sighed several times. She heard him whispering in her ear how sorry he was for the callous way he took her. Well, he could shove his apology right up his ass! Dumb elf!

Just because he had heard her talking to her mother about her being aware about sexual intercourse, didn't mean it gave him any reason to use her roughly and humiliate her at the same time! Throwing accusations at her she wasn't even guilty of. So what if she really did slept with other guys before? It wasn't his damn business anymore. That was in the past for crying out loud!

He thought she was not a virgin anymore. Oh, that was one poor and lame excuse. Stupid elf!

She felt him sitting on the side of the bed. She was lying on her side, her knees drawn up to her chest and the blanket tucked under her chin, her eyes tightly shut.

"I know you're awake," she heard Ivan said. "Let's talk."

Talk? Talk to my lawyer! Is divorce accepted in this world?

"Anastasia..."

She turned to face him. He was already dressed, while she remained naked with only the quilt covering her body. "Talk away, elf. Let me hear what you have to say."

Her answer might have caused him to clench his jaw and narrow his gaze at her. He probably thought her insolent. But she couldn't give it a care.

She raised a challenging brow. "Well? I don't have all night to wait for you to speak up. Dawn is nearing and I really need to go back to sleep."

"I presumed you were already taken by many before."

"Yes, you already tried that one. Shoot me with another reason."

"Would jealousy suffice?"

"Jealous of what? Of the idea that I was once with another guy? That's lame. I mean, if I really was, then what is it to you? That was before you, anyway. It does not give you any right to assault me. And did you know that in my world I can sue you for rape even though we're married? Furthermore, you big brute elf, I was also jealous with the attentions you were so eagerly giving to those women back at the celebration. But did you see me charging at them and scratching their eyes out? No. Because I am sensible enough not to use violence and force to have my way!"

She took a long, deep breath after her tirade. That was the longest, angriest speech she had ever delivered. But she wasn't done yet. "Now ask me again if jealousy would suffice, and you will receive the same answer from me. No, jealousy will not do. It will never be enough reason for what you have done. It is not reason enough for me to forgive you. And you did not even ask for an apology! Men! You're all the same -you think you have nothing to apologize for. You always think you are right where in fact you are so wrong."

"So this is what they call an angry wife."

"This is not just any angry wife. This is THE very angry wife who's going to beat the hell out of you if you so ever touch her again!"

"Anastasia-"

"Don't you Anastasia me, elf! It was a mistake marrying you after all. It was an effing mistake to listen to this stupid Tadhana. I should've just ignored it telling me that you're..." Tears were pooling on her eyes, attempting to spill. "It was foolish of me to hope that... I am -was- starting to fall for you... to feel something for you. And then you had to go on and ruin everything by being such an ass."

Ivan suddenly sat still while he looked down on her with a renewed interest that gleamed on his eyes. "You feel something for me?"

"Felt. That was in the past," she answered, not even bothering to choke back the sob as the tears began rolling down her cheeks. "Now, I don't know anymore."