"Wanna run?"
She questioned him, while looking ahead and holding his hand.
"But my Lady"
"No, buts"
"Do you wanna run"
He could not see her full face, as she was looking ahead, but her voice was trustworthy and a hint of freedom in it.
Andrew gave a light nod to her and his lips opened up and without his conscience, a pleading voice came out.
"Yes"
If Isabelle was bewitching him then he was prepared to be bewitched by her, only by her. Slowly he was getting closer to her and losing himself to her, but he did not realised it.
Slowly catching speed in her steps, she ran with Andrew, holding his hand in her's.
She ran in her high heels, which made a loud knocking of heels on the marble floor, plus the sound of Andrew's shoes.
Her clothes flattering with the wind, her hair pushed behind with the fast coming winds.
And on other hand, Andrew looked really happy, a bright smile shinning on his face, eyes glittering with joy and the freedom he felt. He felt as if he was running away from his fate, escaping this trapping life.
The servants in the corridors surprised and shocked with this sudden behaviour of Lady Isabelle, the person who dislike running in the corridors and now here that same person was running in the corridors and that to not alone, with Andrew. Not expecting this moment to be witnessed by their eyes in the their short life, they felt as if their eyes would pop out anytime if they are not ready to catch them.
In the garden.
They are sitting under a cherry blossom tree.
As they catch on their breath, their chest would go up and down and sometimes they would huff.
Pink leaves would fall down on the ground. The cherry blossom in the trees.
The pink fliter in the environment giving it a next level dreamy effect on realty.
They both sat there, looking at the sky.
Andrew looked down on his hand, and all the memories of the night came running to him.
He got up and dusted off the dust and bowed down infront of Isabelle to pay her respect and his loyalty.
Isabelle chuckled and rolled her eyes
"Give me your hand"
He said breaking the silence.
"My hand?"
He said bringing his hand towards her.
She shifted her eyes from Andrew to his hand and spoke.
"Why are you shaking so much?"
Isabelle gripped on his hand, holding it firmly, she pulled him by the hand.
Andrew lost the balance in his legs and surprised with her act. He fell onto Isabelle. His hand on each side and his legs open, knees on each side and their face came really close. They feel their breath brushing their lips, eyes staring straight at each other.
Isabelle smirked and she lowered her eyes, and looked down on his lips and neck line.
Andrew felt her eyes, staring at his lips and neck line. He flinched slightly when he felt a appearance of cold hand on the skin of his back neck. Isabelle pulled him close. His heartbeat increased rapidly and he feared that if they are this much close, she will hear it too.
Isabelle opened her lips and spoke in seductive manner, and spoke.
"Sit down beside me"
Andrew immediately moved fr his position and sat obediently, pressing his lips.
"Show me your injured hand"
Isabelle asked for the hand which was injured by the bite of the wolf, last night.
"Yes, my lady"
His voice came low and it sounded like he was in great pressure.
He brought out his wounded hand to Isabelle.
Her eyes shifted from Andrew to his hand and she held his hand, with her gently movements, trying not to give him any little pain.
Isabelle brought her face down and close to the wounded hand, her tongue slightly came out from hiding and she licked the area, wetting it with her saliva.
Andrew felt her tongue running on his wounded hand, and the wetness on his hand not because of the blood, but it was due to her saliva on his hand.
"Is she licking the area!!!"
He screamed within himself.
And covered his mouth with the help of his back of arm. His cheeks changed it's colours. His cheeks turned slight pink.
"My lady!!"
He felt the nerve to stop her, his hand was not clean, his wounded hand had dried blood and dirt on it.
Isabelle lifted her eyes up to his and asked him.
"Can't you stay quiet for a second?"
Staring at him from there.
Isabelle licked the area while looking at him, not moving her gaze from him.
Andrew blushed and turned his head away, looking away from Isabelle.
His back of arm still covering his mouth.
"Andrew look at me"
Isabelle instructed him.
Andrew heard and his dazed brain, thought within himself.
"look at her!, What is she?"
He felt her biting on the area, by the reflex he turned his head to Isabelle, eyes staring at her.
"Now that's better"
Isabelle said and licked the area while looking at him, not breaking the eye contact.
He felt his feets curle inside the shoes, he thanked the shoes because it was covering his feets actions.
"Am I enjoying it!?''
He questioned himself.
And he glared on his feets as if he was telling them to stop their shameless movements.
Andrew trembled, he pushed his head back, making his hair fall from his forehead and he gasped and bite on his lips.
"What am I doing?''
He cannot help but question himself.
He placed his hand on his closed eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a cold hand, holding his jawline, he opened his eyes and found Isabelle holding his jawline and she was on top of him.
Her face bring close to his and their lips just 1 cm away, he felt her breath on his lips.
Isabelle pulled her body more closer to him and her eyes staring down on his lips and his neckline, she was about to touch his lips, but stopped and she moved away from her position and spoke.
"Your hand will be fine now and g...o...back ..to ..your room"
She paused on every word and growled, her fangs felt unbreakable painful and they were now piercing into her skin. The demon inside her begged for Andrew's appearance and something more fr him.
Andrew saw her trembling, do he decided to come close to help her, but he stopped in his track when Isabelle lifted up her arm preventing him from coming more closer.
"Go"
Isabelle said in a low tone, her voice being in great pressure.
Still Andrew tried to come close. Worried hidden in his eyes for her.
"I said Go!"
Isabelle yelled at Andrew, scaring him.
"Okay, just tell me one thing you are gonna be fine right?"
Worried Andrew asked her.
Isabelle stated at him for a minute then spoke.
"Yes, I will, you can rest assured"
Before Andrew could go any further away she called him.
"Andrew!"
He turned around, looking at her.
"If you ever run away from this castle, away from me, try your best to stay away from me, hide in the farest place where I can not find you or just don't be caught be me, cause if I caught you...."
The last sentence, Isabelle left it on his brain to fill and acknowledge it himself.
Andrew gave a nod and made his way to the castle.
When Andrew was not in sight, she called Joseph to come. And from nowhere Joseph appeared on the call of Lady Isabelle.
"Prepare floral"
"Yes, my lady, i will tell the butler to send a immediate letter to Henry, telling him to come within today"