Chapter 17
This is a little mature, so be warned.

"My name is Evelyn Aculiac," Violetta Night. "I am alive," barely. "I am breathing,"even when I don't want to be. "I am beautiful," I've never been beautiful." I will be perfect," I am flawed.

I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to tell myself that everything is as it should be, that everything is perfect. "I am good enough," no I'm not. "I am not Aries Aculiac," I am just like him.

A knock comes at my door, splitting me out of my thoughts, and I wait for a moment before opening it. I get up, walk to the door and what I see sends shock through my brain for just a moment.

Haley Atkinsons stands there, formerly of Nivirah. Her marriage to Draven had forced her to split ties with the Nivirahs.

And even though she's no longer a Nivirah, she's still regarded as a traitor.

She grins slyly, a glass in her hand. The amber liquid sloshes around as she tilts the rim of the glass to her lips, downing a full glass of bourbon in one go, caressing the glass in the process.

Definitely not my type. The flat brown mop of Highlighted hair makes me cringe and her eyes definitely aren't ones I want to stare into.

She's definite pretty, but I've always preferred red heads and the occasional blonde. She's also full blooded Vampire and I'm super not into that. Vampires have a certainty urge to, you know, bite, during sex.

It's just plain gross.

She raises a brow at me, "you up for this?"

I tap my fingers against the wood of my vanity, a fake smile coming to me, "I wondered how long it would be until you showed up." I stand to my feet, sweeping my skirts up in the process, my voice no more than a seductive purr, "the real question is if you, my darling, can handle this."

She may have been drinking, but it's clear that she hasn't had nearly enough to be drunk. I think she'd have to down an entire full stock of a bar to get tipsy, so I know she's in her right mind.

I may be a monster, but not of that kind. She's in a perfect state to information fuck.

I walk towards her slowly, circling her, pretending to look interested, before closing in.

My only thought before I press our lips together is that she better keep her fangs to herself. My tongue slips into her mouth, sliding along her own tongue. We're both breathless as I back her into the wall, both of us stumbling a little.

I take my lips my her mouth, trailing them up to her ear, leaving careful kisses along the way, my hands tickling and teasing her sides.

Her flesh has bumps all over it as she shivers, my lips pressed against her ear, "What does Draven want?"

Lost in my touch, she breaths out a whimper, sighing breathlessly. When she answers me her reply is airy and almost nonexistent, "D-Draven wants... the consul... of Keshia- Varkeshia."

I suck the soft patch of skin where her head and neck connect, "why?"

She kisses me on the lips, pushing up against me, trying to gain better assess to me.

I deny her, pinning her hands up a over her head. When I speak again my words come out a little sharper, but not so sharp that she'll be able to come out of the trance like state she's in, "why?"

I lick and suckle, leaving teeth marks, my hands crawling all over her body. She struggles against me, but not in such a way that asks for me to stop. No, she wants me and frankly, she can have me. No matter how foul this act is.

"Adrian... Ira's death."

My lips stretch into a grin of mischief against her skin as I laugh darkly.

This only serves to make her more desperate for me. She yanks her hands from my grasp, using every ounce of her strength to push me back onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me in the process as we tumble down onto my mattress.

I let her take control for only a moment before I flip is over, me coming out on top. I hank her top off, pulling my own off soon after. She scrambles back up to kiss me and I let her have an ounce of control once more.

And she fucking bites my lip. Shit. I hate this.

Her eyes gleam as she pulls away, licking her lips absentmindedly, "your lips are soft."

I lick them to emphasize her words. I don't say a word in return, my hands finding her chest, trailing light touches all over her breast's and in between, leaving her squirming beneath me, mewling like a cat.

I bend my head down, lips finding her left breast and I start to suck, whispering a few words, "beautiful."

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I walk down the halls of Moonstone. It's late but I don't care. Haley and I had been at it for a few hours before she had swept out just as swiftly as she had swept in.

She had been feeding me all kinds of information as I had kissed and coerced her seductively into it all.

I open Draven Atkinsons door without so much as a knock. His wards attempt to push me out, but with a flick of the wrist the wards stop fighting me.

I come to his bed, laying my hand flat against his cheek as a stream of ice comes out of said hand.

He jumps up with a scream, the hand he had under the pillow pulling out a dagger.

Without preamble he stabs it into my stomach and I laugh a little, crimson blood seeping. I pull the knife out, the wound instantly healing as he comes to his senses, a look of horror flashing across his face as he looks at the knife I had dropped to the ground.

He rubs his eyes, "sorry about that. Why are here?"

His voice suggests that I had better get talking or leave and I ignore it. After all, I hadn't woken him up in the most pleasant of ways.

With a straight face I look at with an even expression, "I just slept with your wife."

He doesn't look surprised, he just arches a brow, "and?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm calling an emergency meeting for tomorrow. Your wife has been holding out on you. But not to worry."

He sighs, closing his eyes briefly in annoyance, "please don't have sex with my wife ever again."

"I don't make promises I might not be able to keep." Although I would prefer the act to never happen again. Frankly, it's not fun to have fangs in your neck, no matter what books say.

He reacted out his hand, lips twitching, "I understand. I love Haley as a friend at best, anyway. She's free to do whatever she wishes. She may be my wife, but our marriage wasn't for the reasons you think. Just.. whatever you do, please avoid telling me."

I take his hand in a agreement. I may not be able to promise that I won't help in Haley's affairs again, but I can certainly keep my word on not talking to or involving him, "great."

He parrots my words back, a smile on his face that says, now can I go back to bed?

I turn to walk away, only looking over my shoulder to lightly say, "meeting at twelve sun up."

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