10. Enchanted

Reading Alexander's diary was a lot like reading porn. Boring porn at that. His 16th century language was a complete turn off. Not to mention the fact that he was cheating on his wife and was not the least bit remorseful for it.

Alexander and his wife had started drifting and he was impatient and short-tempered with her as compared to his lover. Every little thing about Mrs. Griffith annoyed him.

I found something weird about his love interest. It seemed like he had fallen for her too fast. It wasn't love at first sight. It was something else. Alexander was willing to burn the world for her. Even his friend warned him about her. However, the journal did not get spooky until a certain entry that had me shocked to the core.

It read:

My fair lady bore a pensive countenance today, as she diligently engaged in her customary task of sewing. After observing her while tending to the tools of the townsfolk, we ascended to the crest of the hill, as we often did. In a patch of grassless earth, she retrieved a vial of white powder, which she always carried. But this time, her actions were different. She scattered the white substance in a circular pattern on the ground, and then proceeded to inscribe a pentagram within the circle. It was an odd sight, yet she appeared exquisite in her actions.

She beckoned for my hand, and without hesitation, I extended it to her. In her grasp, she held a knife, and asked me if I trusted her, although she already knew the answer to that query. With a swift motion, she slit my wrist, and a cup emerged from her bag to collect the flowing crimson liquid. She then cut her own wrist and mixed her blood with mine. Gesturing for me to observe, she entered the circle and closed her eyes, as if in prayer.

A sudden gust of wind assailed us as she prayed, nearly knocking me off my feet. The force was so intense that I struggled to maintain my balance. When she finished her supplications, the wind abated, and she turned to face me. She drank from the cup, and then passed it to me to drink as well. The once red liquid had transformed into a dark hue, yet I trusted her implicitly, and thus, I partook.

I felt altered in a way I could not elucidate, but I found myself inexplicably drawn to it. As the day waned, I returned home belatedly once more. However, this time, I lacked the patience to endure Mary's nagging. In a fit of rage, I silenced her forever

~ Alexander

What the fuck? Did it mean that he killed his wife because she was angry he was out with his mistress? I perused the page to read more but as soon as I started, I felt the aura in the room shift.

" Careful with that journal, Lilith. It is becoming an unhealthy obsession. " A familiar voice said.

My head snapped in the direction of the balcony. He was leaning on the wall adjacent to the door of the balcony dressed in his usual black clothing.

His white hair looked tousled and his mismatched eyes flickered with a warning. The sight of him alone had my body on fire.

" My name is not Lilith, " I deadpanned, jealousy taking over. I wanted him to want me and not Lilith.

Whoever she was.

He chuckled and walked to me. He sat on my bed and leaned in. I felt his breath fanning my face and I fought the urge to close my eyes and relish in the feeling.

" I mean it. That book is dangerous. Even for you. " He stated and although his voice was music to my ears, I felt defensive over the book.

I was starting to see what he was talking about.

" My name is Leela, " I whispered and my voice was barely audible.

" I like Lilith better, " he said and brought his hand to my cheeks.

He gently caressed and his touch ignited my body. I felt my cheeks heating up but his black rings felt cold against my cheek. I leaned in closer to him before I remembered that he was a bad person. I pulled away from him and from the look on his face, he didn't like it.

" Y-You k-killed a guard and Leslie, " I said.

He chuckled and pulled my chin so I was looking at him. His grip was tight and almost painful.

" Make no mistake, sunshine. I'll kill anyone who plans to kill you. You're mine, you hear me? Only mine and I'll protect you with my life. That is a promise. " He stated.

The way he spoke should have scared me to the core but it didn't. I felt hot all over because I felt the truth in his words. However, I had to act like they didn't affect me so I could hold on to the feminism in me.

" I belong to nobody! I'm not property! " I said in a harsh tone.

He cupped my jaw and brought my face closer to his. Our lips were mere inches apart and his eyes were on them. He looked like he wanted to kiss me and I knew that I wouldn't stop him.

" You belong to me, sunshine. Repeat after me, " he cooed.

No matter how much I wanted to argue and say that I wasn't a possession, I had the overwhelming urge to also stake a claim on him. I wanted to be his and I wanted him to be mine so badly.

I took too long to answer and he didn't like this.

" Lilith…" he prompted.

I couldn't deny how good that name sounded on me. Lilith had a nice ring to it and it seemed like a compliment because Lilith was a powerful woman.

" I am yours, " I said, meaning it so much that I felt ashamed.

I was a joke to the feminist community. In one swift movement, he put his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. The whole world faded around us. Sparks were flying and a shiver ran down my spine.

My nipples were so taut against my dress that they almost cut through. He had me moaning and writhing and he hadn't even touched me. His tongue caressed my mouth and liquid heat pooled in my center. I was a sucker for his affection as I wanted it all. I wanted all of him on me.

The kiss held so much emotion that tears started forming in my eyes even with my eyes closed. The goosebumps on my skin were wild.

Suddenly, he pulled away and I moaned at the loss. I wanted to pull him back into my arms but he held my arm and put them down.

" You're not ready yet, " he said and just like that, he was gone.

Why did it feel like he had left with a piece of me?