Chapter- 10 The End

Months later he finds out who she is.
The revelations drive him crazy as he screams and throws around glass candlesticks.
He recalls her husband, a noble he had knocked off and replaced. She was his wife who had evaded his soldiers for years. 
Vengeance is a bitch.
Note: This was the first ever series i started writing and managed to end. I hope the end was not disappointing. I think I like this style of writing, giving out short chapters and no names. What do you say? 

Chapter 9- The Night of The Blood

He can see her dark form growing larger as he approaches the cliff. She has covered herself with a thick black drape and all he can see is her eyes.They mock him cruelly and she holds the sack of gold firmly in her pale, long fingered hands.  He can also see a sword at her waist.
He comes to a halt and draws his sword. She throws back her head and laugh. Her drape falls off to reveal her lovely face. He feels his blood boil as he charges on with the weapon. She flings the sack down in the ocean and does not try to protect herself. The blade drives through her heart and her laughter is frozen in death, while he screams in agony. His marriage to the Duke's daughter is forfeited on account of the big loss and bigger embarrassment.

Chapter- 8 Gone with the wind

He screams in frustration as the guards hang their heads in resignation. The sight of empty trunks, a single gold coin and his set of keys placed in the center of the heavily guarded vault make him coil his fists in anger. But the thing that causes his blood to boil are the locks of heavy black hair, severed almost inhumanly. He reaches out to grip the curls, now sans their owner.
He orders his horses to be prepared. 

Chapter 7- The immortal bond

"Are you marrying the Duke's daughter?" she asks him as he strokes her smooth back. 
"Mmm mm" he answers nonchalantly, turning his gaze to her.
She closes her eyes and digs her face in his chest to hide her smile.
The almost non existent pangs of guilt quickly evaporate from her heart.

Chapter 6- Locks and Keys

He ran his hand down her mane and caught hold of it just below her neck. Her head tilted up in a gasp and he smirked. He touched her full dark lips with his finger and whispered, "As much as I much want to believe that you are my damsel in distress but something doesn't let me."
She opens her eyes and laughs, digging her fingernails into his neck.
"I was made to maim and kill, my love."
He bites her lips before kissing them. He doesn't know the hazards of carrying his keys around all the time. Her hand slips into her robe quickly, the bracelets twinkling and winking.

Chapter- 5 The Glittering Glimpse

He frisks through the beautiful gold and smiles. The collection is complete for the year. He orders it to be taken away and suddenly catches the sight of her. She is eyeing it strangely. He smirks to himself. Better people than you have gasped at the coins, he thinks as she comes out of her trance and turns away. 
Something still troubles him though. He had not seen what he saw in most people eyes- greed. It was more like malice. Or the first glimpse something even more dangerous.

Chapter- 4 Memories

She spreads the clean sheet over her small bed and settles to undress for the night. Warm hands caress her eyes and she gently removes them. His sword is still hanging around his waist and he is still dressed in his heavy armor. She embraces him carefully to avoid getting pricked by the metal. But she can't avoid it and wakes up suddenly.
His scent is still reverberating in her heart beats. She closes her eyes and another vision comes to her mind. Of an arrogant young rich murderer drinking deep red wine. She filches as she opens her eyes. The liquid she serves him is more of dark blood than intoxicating alcohol. 

Chapter 3 - Misconceptions

He steals discreet glances from his cushioned chair to where she dusts the columns. Her attire is lovely but her status is not. He does not think about the future. She already belongs to him, irrespective of his ways of life. He exploits her at her weakest points. He does not offer her the solace she seeks so desperately. She wears her long hair in a tightly wound plait. He believes that he is the only one in the palace to have them seen free flowing, have run his fingers run in the black mass. 

He does not know how wrong he is.

Chapter 2- The Intoxicating Liquid

She bows ceremoniously with the tray bearing the sinful alcohol. He eyes her wordlessly as she kneels down and pours it out. She offers it to his friends first. He patiently waits for his turn and when she turns to him, he sees the sadness in his eyes. Irony, he thinks as he takes the intoxicating liquid and gulps it down, never leaving her eyes. She tries to hide her disgust as he holds out his glass for more. He knows he will have to pay for his act in privacy. But nothing is more valuable than watching her lips pout in anger and her eyes blaze in concern. He gulps down the fiery liquid again and asks for the bottle. The liquid sure is intoxicating.

The unlawful ritual

This is the beginning of what can be considered as a series. Will continue if I get some more ideas.
Her footsteps were almost inaudible in the dark stone alleyway. All he could see was a faint shadow drifting away into the night. He followed her out but his gait was unsteady from the drinks. The low music of her bangles and anklets guided him effortlessly. His hat dropped in the way and he did not bother to pick it up. Her receding form stopped for a while and she slowly turned around to face him. Her eyes were alive with fervor and his lips carried a smile. He reached out to her in a moment and claimed his very own fairy. She surrendered to her Byronic hero.
Their mating was a little more than unlawful.