Mystery of The Night

This chapter is rated M for a Mature Audience.



Ch 12.



Morning had finally came and Isabella was the first to wake. She felt the cool floor beneath her as she slowly rose up her head and saw a strong masculine chest slowly rising up and down rhythmically. She then immediately felt an arm wrapped protectively around her waist as she noticed her legs were entangled with his, as Isabella looked up she saw the Joker sound asleep beside her…



It completely shattered her heart when she realized what she had done. This man lied to her; he screwed with her mind and made her believe that he was someone she could trust. She was furious, angry with how things turned out last night… she had, had it with his constant mind games and tricks.



She didn’t want to be with this man and what hurts her even more was that she was really falling for Jack… well now that is all said and done, there was no way in hell that she was going to allow him to come anywhere near her ever again. She then slowly rose up and gently moved his arm off of her and carefully tried not to wake him up. As she rose up, she saw that her dress was completely trashed so she then walked over to his ripped up button less down shirt and pulled that over her, the shirt just hanging open to show her abdomen.



She then found his boxers and pulled them on as well… she immediately felt her stomach growl and realize that she hadn’t ate since yesterday afternoon and decided to go down stairs and make something. As she walked down the stairs, she saw that the completely abandoned house was empty; it looked like his henchmen were off to go and conduct some more chaos.



She then slowly walked over to the kitchen and pulled some pans and started the stove, she pulled out some bacon and eggs out of the fridge and started to place them in the pans. She slowly looked over at the utensil drawer and gently walked towards the drawer and opened it, she looked down and saw a large sharp steak knife laying there nestled in it's spot. She then gently picked up the knife and stared at the gleaming blade…



As she stared at that blade, she couldn’t help but think what she could do with it? She was definitely well trained on torturing her victims, that was without a doubt… and as she stared at it she almost thought that maybe she could finally do him in… she could finally end his life right here and right now.



Just then, she immediately heard foots steps and knew it was him. She could immediately sense him as he walked up behind her, placed his hands on her sides, and started to kiss her neck.



"Good morning beautiful."



Isabella closed her eyes, trying to ignore the fire that was burning in her abdomen. "Morning…" she whispered diligently, The Joker looked over her shoulder and smirked as she tightened her grip on the knife. "Now, now Izzy give me the knife you don’t want to do anything you'll soon regret." Isabella continued to watch for him as she held onto knife; it was just like the one he’d held to her body several times in her right hand. She slowly shook her head as she looked forward.



"I'm sorry Jack… I can't do that."



Jack smirked even more as his hands roved over the opening of the shirt of his she wore and softly moved across her soft skin. "Give me the knife Izzy." He whispered into her ear, slowly she turned around, the hilt of the knife still in her hand; he stood in front of her now. Their eye contact was so intense as he placed his hands on her hips and stepped in closer to her, kissing her neck.



“Put it down.”



He said in a dark low voice, She didn’t move. He continued kissing her neck, playfully biting her, kissing her jaw line, and now her ear. “Put the knife down.” He whispered in her ear, sending a warm chill down her spine. “No.” She answered and did not move one inch. His hands were moving all over her sides and back, pulling her closer into him, pressing himself firmly against her so that she could feel his arousal. His mouth traced the lines of her neck and shoulders with intense and primordial desire.



Desire swarmed through her head along with the gratifying urge to see her revenge; it was like a dueling proverbial angel and devil. Passion and Desire wanted her to yield to him, to welcome him. To accept everything he had to offer her with ongoing acceptance. And yet revenge was showing her pictures in her mind. Pictures of where to slice him; the jugular, the liver, his heart, his wrists, she glanced at each place as she thought of it. Revenge wanted her to kill him for everything he’d done, not only to her but for the world in itself.



Revenge wanted her to show him what it was like to suffer, but deep down she knew he had suffered enough. Revenge made her eyes well up in tears and her knuckles whiten as she squeezed the knife tighter in her hand. “Put. It. Down.” His words hushed yet firm, Isabella then softly shook her head.



“No.”



She stood her ground as his hands slid down the length of her bare lean abdomen and stopped just as his fingertips touched the silky flesh of her porcelain thighs. Slowly, he slid her boxers down, inching it lower and lower, as passion and desire whispered in her ear to allow it. With one hand, he caressed her skin and with the other, he freed himself from the boxers he must've placed on when he woke; all the while kissing her neck and enticing soft moans from her.



Passion and Desire was winning, although revenge was screaming in her ear to do it. To stab him. Her hands that rested on the counter behind her drew closer into her body. His hands moved down her body, his fingers slowly wrapping the back of her thighs and with one deft movement, he picked her up.



Forcing her to wrap her legs around his body as entered her; a breathless moan seared through her lips as he supported her with his right arm and the counter behind her and slid his left hand down her arm, closer and closer to the knife she gripped in her fist. Slow, steady thrusts as her body welcomed him. His hand was on hers now.



“Put the knife down.”



He growled into her ear, but Isabella wouldn't hear anyone of it and softly shook her head. “No.” she said defiantly, his hand wrapping around hers trying to pry her fingers from the hilt but she quickly closed them around it again. He reentered her, harder this time, pleasure and pain ensuing her, he pried her fingers away from the knife and slid it down the bar out of either of their reach.



His hand returned to her thigh, to support her more evenly. With every thrust his intensity grew. Deeper and deeper within her as it hit. She grabbed onto him, digging her fingernails into his back; every bit of his force was taking her over. She then immediately climaxed as wave after wave consumed her but just as she finished he had began.



He buried his face in her neck and shoulder, kissing her passionately and roughly as he released. He allowed her legs to fall from him and softly land on the ground, she couldn’t look at him, tears of disappointment and anger welled up in her eyes.



Disappointment that she was so respondent to him, disappointment that she had the knife in her hand and was so close to ending his entirety. And then there was confusion… confusion of still yearning for him even after he lied, confusion of loving what he did to her. And confusion as to why she couldn’t kill him. She then quickly pulled up her shorts and stormed out of the room.



Leaving him standing there exhausted and breathless, thinking about what could have happened and why it didn’t.



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Isabella was furious with herself, why would she allow herself to give in to him!? She wanted to kill him, she wanted to end his sorry life and get rid of him once and for all! But then he consumes her… when she looked into his eyes she saw just Jack… she didn’t see the clown with the greasy greenish hair, she saw the man she had gotten to know for quite some time… how was he able to make her forget everything that he has put her through!? He deceived her, lied and cheated with her mind! It infuriated her that he could consume her so passionately.



She then allowed out an inhuman growl as she stormed up to his closet to find something more appropriate to wear, she then found his black t-shirt and then shrugged off his ruined button down shirt and pulled on the black shirt. She looked around the closet and noticed there really wasn’t anything else for her that she could pull on so she just stayed in his boxers.



She then stormed out of his room and climbed down the stairs and continued to walk towards the living room where she found a couple of his henchmen sitting on the couch and chairs watching T.V. they all quickly looked up at her as she slowly entered the room. She then arched her brow as they looked at her curiously as she slowly walked in.



"So what are you blokes watching?"



She asked confidently, she was not about to allow these goons to intimidate her. One of them smirked at her as he patted at the empty spot next to him. "Frasier, sweet thing… why don't you come sit by me and daddy can show you a real good time." Isabella arched her brow at him, and gave him a devious smirk as she crossed her arms slowly walking towards him.



"Hmm… tempting."



The man's smirk grew even wider as he looked over at all the other men who was staring at him in shock, she then slowly sat down next to him as seductively giggled into his ear and leaned down towards his neck. The man immediately panicked when he felt two sharp teeth grazing his neck, he quickly tried to pull away from her but the hold she had on his shoulder prevented him.



"Don’t be scared pet… what I meant about tempting is… ya see I haven’t fed yet and you're neck looks way too enticing to give up, so I was just imagining what your sweet crimson liquid would taste on my lips."



She whispered in a dark seductive tone. The man then immediately screamed and jumped out of her hold and ran out of the room, Isabella watched him and started to laugh. "Bugger that was too easy." She laughed as she looked over at the other men who were staring at her fearfully. "What?! I wasn’t really going to bite him." they all looked at her questioningly until one of them spoke up. "What is with you and the Joker? He has been obsessing over you for months." Isabella then rolled her eyes.



"No bloody kidding! I wish I could answer that."



The other man next to her then smirked. "Probably using you as his little screw buddy, you two had quite a night and this morning was quite interesting as well." Isabella then glared at him. "Piss off git." Meanwhile the Joker was still in the kitchen finishing what Isabella started with the cooking and was now dressed only in his button down shirt and pants.



The man who she scared then came immediately running in. The other men who were now in the kitchen cleaning the guns all looked at him curiously. "What's going on Nick you look like you saw a ghost!" Nick then quickly shook his head.



"No I saw something worse! Boss you gotta get rid of that girl she's not right in the head!"



The Joker then slowly turned around to face him with an arched brow. "And what do you mean not right in the head?" Nick then looked at him fearfully.



"She tried to bite me! I made a comment to her and she then tried to bite me! She said my neck looked too enticing!"



The Joker stared at him for a moment and then started to burst out into laughter, Nick looked at him curiously as the Joker continued to laugh, he finally finished sadistically grinned at her. "Well… first things first, she is part vampire… secondly…" he then pulled out his knife from his pocket as he slowly walked towards him.



"You tried to insinuate that you can touch my things… you see I don't like sharing and definitely not my toys…"



He then roughly grabbed Nick by the shirt and harshly yanks him closer, the knife now on his cheek.



"You see… Izzy is my possession she knows that. And when I hear that my men are starting to think that they can even so much as look at her well… you see that irritates me. Now, I'm only going to say this once and this goes for each and everyone of you. Izzy is mine, if any of you so much as tries to even touch her I will not hesitate in killing each and everyone of you… do you all understand?"



He said in a calmly irritated tone, everyone including Nick fearfully nodded, the Joker then smirked and roughly shoves Nick away from him.



"Good, now where is my little Dhampir?"



Nick adjusted his clothing and cleared his throat not meeting the Joker's eyes. "She's in the living room watching T.V." the Joker then smirked as he started to walk towards the living room.



"Make sure you all finish what I started."



The men looked over at the stove and frowned as they watched the Joker walk away. The Joker was now in the living room when he saw Isabella sitting on the couch in his black t-shirt and boxer shorts, hugging her knees as she was laughing at the T.V. screen.



He immediately grinned at this as he slowly walked in, his henchmen watching him intently. The Joker then finally made himself known as he sat down beside her, but Isabella refused to look at him and continued to watch the television set. The Joker looked over at his henchmen and sneered.



"Get out!"



The Henchmen then all quickly ran out of the room leaving him and Isabella alone, the Joker then smirked over at her and then pulled her onto his lap making her sit sideways as he nuzzled his face with her neck.



"You can try to ignore me but we both know it wont last that long."



He smirked; Isabella sighed and then finally looked over at him. "I'm not ignoring you, I'm infuriated with you!" The Joker then mockingly gave her a hurt expression.



"You're infuriated with me!? I should be angry with you! You tried to bite one of my men!"



Isabella rolled her eyes. "I wasn’t going to bite the git, he made some lewd comments and I decided to teach him a lesson." The Joker then started to laugh as he patted her back.



"That's my girl."



Isabella gritted her teeth when he said that and roughly pulled out of his grip. "I'm not your girl Jack! Not anymore! I cannot believe that you lied to me! That you made me believe that you were someone I could trust!" The Joker then giggled as he looked up at her.



"Oh Izzy, Izzy, Izzy… when are you going to realize that you'll always be mine."



He said in a low dark possessive voice as he rose up from the couch, towering her. "No Jack… not anymore." She said glaring up at him, The Joker gritted his teeth and grabbed her arms in a vice grip and pulled her roughly against him.



Do you honestly think it's going to be that easy Izzy? So far, I know more about you then most, I know you're body and what you like, I know you're mind and how it works… you're my possession. You think you belong to yourself but what you will have to realize that you really belong to me. We're connected you and I, and that is thanks to you and those beautiful alluring little fangs of yours. I know every single emotion that is searing through you just like you feel it with me…"



He then leaned his head so his lips are hovering over her ear as she closed her eyes. "You want to know why I lied? Why I made you believe I was some average Joe?" Isabella then slowly nodded her head as he smirked at her, his hands now moving up and down her sides.



"It's because that night I saw you at that bank I knew you were going to be an amazing tool to my plans of chaos and destruction and when I saw you at that meeting I knew you were playing Maroni… you don't waste you're time with useless men like him."



He then slowly turned Isabella around so her back was up against his chest as his arms glided around her, his hands slipping under her t-shirt feeling the soft skin of her abdomen as he continued to whisper in her ear.



"You work with the big players like me and Batman… and when you made that proposition on working for me and left like the way you did I had made my decision… I was going to learn what made you, you…"



He then starts to chuckle in her ear.



"And I do have to admit, that adding our little rendezvous had really became a perk for me… admit it Izzy, when you're with Mr. Bruce Wayne you think about me, you imagine my lips on yours than on his. You say you're incorruptible but in reality, you really are and I was the one to do that corruption. I may have not made you crazy or made you loose your sanity but I have made you loose your interest in anyone but me, you will only yearn for me. When anyone else dares to touch you, you'll cringe and subconsciously imagine that it was my lips, my body, my hands…"



He then moved his lips closer to her ear as if it was a secret between the both of them.



"My Dick… that was consuming you. I'll let you imagine what you want but you will realize that in the end, that when all this chaos and destruction is finally complete that you'll be in my arms and no longer in Bruce Wayne's… This isn’t about Love… I could give a shit about that, this is about placing claim on my territory and that is what you have become. My. Territory."



Isabella had enough, and quickly ripped herself out of his grip and roughly shoved him on the couch; The Joker stared up at her and started to burst out into laughter. "Do you honestly think you could defeat what I've done? I bet you bottom dollar that you haven’t even slept with Mr. Wayne because of me! Admit it Izzy that is the first step of accepting what you are." Isabella gritted her teeth, her fangs morphing and her eyes glowing.



"No Jack… that is where you're wrong. I have never been yours, you like to think that you have complete control on me but what you have to realize is that I am the one who bit you… I am the one who sunk my fangs into that neck of yours. Therefore, in reality you belong to me, I claimed you! But you know what? The claimer can get rid of their little runt any time they want… and that is what I'm going to do."



She then smirked when she saw the furious look morphing on his face as she claimed to him that she was the alpha in this situation. She then slowly walked up towards him, straddled his hips, leaned her lips near his ear, and softly giggled.



"It's really a shame Jack… I was really starting to fall for you."



She then slowly moved away from his ear and looked directly at his face seeing the rage and anger sear through his eyes. Isabella deviously grinned at him and gave him a warm, passionate kiss, her tongue softly playing with his as she moaned against his mouth.



Once she broke apart from him, she saw the sneering look he was giving her and this started to make her laugh as their lips were now mere inches from each other's.



"Goodbye Jack…"



She whispered, as she rose up from his lap and then walked out of the room. After a few minutes, he heard her slam the door shut and then heard an engine start to rev as the car started to drive off.



Once she was gone, the Joker immediately growled as he found a vase sitting on the coffee table, he then picked it up, and threw the vase against the wall causing the vase to shatter into tiny little pieces, turning into shards of pointed glass that could never fully be fixed.



No matter how much you superglue the shards the vase would never be perfect… and in a way he was very much like that shattered vase… no matter how much you try to pick up the pieces and glue them together the vase will always come out morbidly dissatisfactory.



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Well if you're rooting for the Joker this doesn't look good or does it? Will Izzy realize her feelings for the Joker or will she strive more for her feelings for Bruce? There does seem to be a undeniable connection she has with the Joker and it almost seems that she can't say no around him, but will that effect her in further chapters? We'll have to see ;) Don't worry for all the Bruce Wayne rooters he'll be in the next chapter ;)



Who do you guys think she should be with?



- Jack (The Joker)



Or



- Bruce (The Batman)



Hope you all are enjoying the story it really is fun to write.



Reviews are greatly appreciated and help motivate me to continue writing. I cannot wait to hear from all of you soon, and if any of you have any questions or suggestions don't hesitate to ask. :)