"Thank you," Avery said with a smile as she received a tip from the last customer. Gathering the nearly empty bottles and glassware from the table, she proceeded towards the counter.Her muscles were tense, and she felt fatigued from the demanding workload. She glanced at Jeffrey, who was meticulously wiping a wine glass while wearing a smirk.Having worked tirelessly throughout the day without breaks, Avery noticed that her colleagues would take their lunch breaks while she remained at the bar. Their boss had promised to increase the wages of the employee who demonstrated the most dedication, and Avery needed the additional income.Facing financial constraints at home, Avery intended to restock their food supply from the local grocery store. However, given her current state, she was limited in what she could accomplish."Would you please refrain from staring?" she politely requested, following it with inaudible mumbling that only she could hear, while Jeffrey chuckled to himself. Aver
"What the hell?!" She exclaimed and forcefully pushed Liam away from her. With a bewildered expression, she questioned his actions and instinctively took a step back. For several tense moments, Liam remained silent, his disappointment evident. As he approached her, Avery retreated, her gaze fixed on both Liam and the jar. Confusion clouded Avery's mind as she demanded an explanation, 'Why are you doing this?' A sense of urgency surged through her as she realized it was nearing curfew. She needed to leave before risking arrest by the military. With an imploring look, she locked eyes with Liam. 'Please reconsider,' she pleaded, tightening her grip on the jar. Suddenly, the door burst open behind them, startling them both. Avery's heart leaped, fearing it was a patrolling military guard who had overheard their conversation. Escape seemed impossible, as the government had declared severe consequences for offenders. 'Sir Liam.' Thankfully, it was not a military guard, but Jeffrey! A
The cold barrel of the weapon pressed against Avery's neck, sending a shiver down her spine and causing goosebumps to form on her skin."Do you already know who we are?" The woman inquired before pulling the gun away, gripping Avery's shoulder with a force that threatened to sprain it.Avery gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as numbness spread through her shoulder. She found herself exposed to the rest of the mercenaries, who cast cold glances in her direction.With a rough push from the woman, Avery began to move forward, her mind racing as she searched for an opportunity to escape."Don't attempt anything funny... You won't even twitch before your head is separated from your body," the woman warned, instilling fear in Avery, who swallowed hard in response.She didn't want to meet her demise at the hands of these bloodsuckers, who possessed the speed of a moving car and the strength to demolish buildings with their bare hands."They must be Vampire novices," she pondered. Based on
In a dimly lit room, illuminated by a flickering ceiling light bulb that seemed on the brink of failure, a man with a bag over his head endured the merciless hold of two menacing individuals. They relentlessly submerged his head in a large bathtub filled with water, only to yank him out moments later for further interrogation.The room bore the evidence of their struggle—water pooled on the floor, a result of both his resistance and the dampness of the bag. The man, shirtless and kneeling, bore numerous wounds adorning his chest. As they removed the bag from his head, he gasped for air, coughing in response.The attention of both the captive and his tormentors was captured by the creaking sound of the metal door, announcing the arrival of their superior.A figure dressed in a black overall entered the room, his coal-black eyes piercing the atmosphere. His dark, silky hair and pale complexion added to his striking, yet sinister appearance. His slightly pink lips gave him an air of both
It had been a week since the previous incident, and this time, Avery made a point to rush straight home to avoid any repeat encounters with rogue vampires. She was determined not to fall into another dangerous situation like before, where she had barely managed to survive.Avery was well aware that not all vampires could resist the overwhelming urge to satisfy their thirst for blood. The experience with the mercenaries had left her questioning her initial assumption that they were novices. Their controlled demeanor and restraint in the face of her bleeding had made her doubt their level of experience. They hadn't attempted to pierce her skin with their canines or quench their dried throats with fresh, warm blood.Having apologized to Jeffery for her behavior during their previous encounter, Avery was relieved that he understood the difficult situation she had faced. He graciously accepted her apology, and their relationship had regained a sense of understanding.That particular day, Av
Avery slowly raised her head, delicately moving the strands of hair away from her face. Her gaze locked directly onto the lady, who responded with a warm, friendly smile."Good, there's nothing to be scared of," the lady assured her, squinting her eyes before waving her away.Relieved, Avery sighed as she walked past the other customers and returned to the counter. She was grateful that they hadn't caused any trouble, although she doubted they had simply come to eat."What's happening over there?" Jeffrey asked suspiciously, giving her a questioning look. His gaze shifted back to the guests, but he quickly averted his eyes when he noticed the lady smirking at him."Nothing is going on," Avery reassured him with a forced smile, walking past him and into the kitchen after informing him about the drinks ordered by the guests.Carrying the new orders on a tray in her left hand, she made her way to the guests' table, attempting to maintain a smile. Her legs moved steadily as she approached
In a room, large and spacious with high ceilings that are adorned with intricate carvings and frescoes. The walls are lined with gold and silver accents, and large windows let in plenty of natural light, casting a warm glow throughout the space. One would be struck by its grandeur and opulence, as soon as they stepped in. Along the walls are elegant tapestries, depicting scenes of battles and triumphs, and tall candelabras that cast flickering shadows across the room. The floors are made of polished marble, gleaming in the light and reflecting the grandeur of the surroundings. This was the prince's room and only the royals in the palace had rooms, this big to themselves. In the center of the room sits a massive, King sized bed, adorned with a velvet cover. Prince Rohan sat on the bed, bare-chested. His eyes surveyed the room, as he had just woken up. Soon, a light knock came on the door and after he had granted access, it was pushed open and a servant walked in with a tray of food.
"What is it, Father?" he asked, turning to face his father, who gave him a displeased look.Lord Ericson entered the room and scanned it with his eyes. "Son of a bitch! Instead of finding the blood ring as we hoped, you choose to consort with the servants?!" he yelled."I will find it, Father.""You better, or else I'll throw you into the dungeon for wasting my time. I'm doing everything within my power to ensure you become king, and you should be doing the same," Lord Ericson said with a disapproving look, squinting at his son."I will, Father," the prince replied nonchalantly, averting his gaze from his father.Before he could react, his father forcefully grabbed his face and turned it towards him, staring directly into his eyes."Do. Not. Test. Me!" his father seethed, tightening his grip on his son's cheeks, causing grunts and bone cracks to fill the room.He released his hold, coldly watching as his son worked his jaw and sighed in relief.Rohan gave his father a cold, disdainful
Amber stared at his extended hand for a while before taking it, much to Avery’s relief. However, she quickly withdrew her hand, while not trying to conceal her displeased look. She glanced at Avery with a look that seemed to want to know why she was with Damien.She had always hated the vampires after her father had been killed by one. Ever since then, she always saw them as bad news and threats. Only she knew that she would never trust a single one of them and if given the chance, she would have them go into extinction. Although she hated Damien for being a vampire, she controlled herself to not say horrible things to him, because of her best friend.“Can we go now?” She asked and Avery nodded with a slight smile on her face. She quickly turned around and headed toward her parked car. “Excuse me, but what is he doing?” She couldn’t help but ask as she observed Damien and realized he was following them!“About that, I invited him to my house tonight,” Avery replied, forcing Amber to t
Damien stared at her with a slight frown on his face. He wasn't expecting her to react this way. "You don't want to see me?" he asked her, but she sighed and remained silent.She did not respond as her eyes caught the sight of her purse in his hand. "You stole my purse?" she asked, reaching out to take it.Her hand was stopped mid-air by his. His gaze burrowed through her eyes as if taking a look into her soul. He stepped forward, and she instinctively stepped backwards, confusion written all over her."Who hurt you?" he asked her, and she raised an eyebrow at him in puzzlement. She did not understand where he was heading to with his question. He took a handful of her lustrous hair and smiled as he felt its softness in his palm."You don't have the right to touch me!" Avery berated as she glared hard at him. She was angry, infuriated even. Right there, she wanted nothing more but to slap him right across the face.How could he? How could he disappear into thin air like that only to ret
Soon, Amber was driving, and it was already 4 pm. Mrs. Lieberman had ordered all the staff to leave, possibly wanting to be home before the curfew. Avery stared out the window as buildings, parents, and their kids passed by in a blur. Lost in thought, she couldn’t help but think of Damien – his voice, his charm. She missed him, despite knowing she shouldn’t. She wondered what she would do if he appeared before her, right there and then. Would she hate him, slap him, or embrace him? It was a question she would have to figure out on her own."Hey." Amber called as she stared in concern at her friend who had been quiet since they drove off from work. "Are you still worried about Mrs. Lieberman?" She asked, and Avery turned to stare at her."No, it's not that." She replied, and Amber stared at her with a raised brow. Now, she was really curious to know what was going on, and Avery knew pretty much that she was."Oh, so what is it?" Amber asked, and Avery stared at her, contemplating whethe
“What did the doctor say about him? Will he get better?” Jeffrey inquired as he glanced at the man on the bed.Rubbing her hands together like she was cold, she glanced at her father and nodded. “Yes, the doctor did.” She replied and cleared her throat. “I really need to find a job. It’s been months, and walking some dogs for a few dollars won’t help.” She added and sniffed.At that moment, Amber’s eyes brightened up as soon as she heard Avery. “Why don’t you come work with me at the cake store?” She offered with a smile on her face.“Huh?” Avery mumbled in confusion as she stared at Amber.“Sorry for not telling you sooner, but there is a vacancy at the store, and Mrs. Lieberman really needs someone to take the job.” She said and seeing that Avery had a smile on her face, she added, “You may not like the job, though.”“And why is that?” This time, Jeffrey interjected as he had a frown on his face, along with Avery.“Well, she needs a cleaner. The last one got sacked two days ago.” Sh
Sitting down on a chair, Avery watched her father as he lay with his eyes closed on the hospital bed. He had been like this for four days, and she knew without a doubt that he had gotten worse. He had bled from his nose and fallen unconscious, and since then, he never woke.She sighed and closed her eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She hadn't slept throughout the night and only took the liberty to take a nap during the days since she had been here. Three months had passed since she last saw Damien and had avoided Rohan ever since.She couldn't get her old job back and had to rely on her best friend for a lot of things. She had tried reaching out to Damien, but it was futile and even tried to locate any of his henchmen, praying that she might see Layla, though they both never got along.She felt Damien never wanted to see her and wasn't joking about what he last said to her at the party. She wondered every single day what he was doing. Had he forgotten her? Was he living his best
Standing alone at the window, Rohan gazed down at the garden, a bottle of wine in one hand, his brows furrowed. He examined his elongated fingers, lost in thought.With a deep sigh, he reflected on his conversation with Avery. Her rejection of his offer had rendered his efforts futile. He had believed she reciprocated his feelings at the party, where she had opened up to him, leaving him convinced that she felt something for him.Alas, he had been mistaken, and it had made him appear foolish. As he drank from the bottle, he disregarded the liquid staining him and the pristine floor. Luckily, being a vampire prevented him from becoming lightheaded and acting out inappropriately.He only savored the bitter taste of the alcohol, which surprisingly wasn't unpleasant. It had a slightly sour flavor with a sweet aftertaste. Chuckling to himself, he questioned his sanity while fixating on the bottle."What am I doing?" he wondered aloud, shaking his head bitterly, refusing to accept that he w
A man stood with his hands behind his back, exchanging glances with the stoic men before him. He gulped as one of them bared his fangs at him. Soon, he heard footsteps descending the stairs. He stared at the stairs and saw Damien walking behind Layla, lazily gazing at him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Damien halted."Who are you, and what is your business here?" he ordered nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the man."My name is Cassius. I work for the royal family," the man replied, swallowing nervously. He knew he had offended the man before him. His eyes remained fixated on Damien's clenched and unclenched fist.Damien slowly walked toward the stranger, his fangs gradually protruding, instilling fear in the stranger's heart. Layla quickly grabbed Damien's hand, causing him to halt and turn to stare at her. She shook her head, signaling him to stop."So, why are you here?" Damien repeated the question, still fixated on Layla."I came to make an offer," Cassius began, rais
“Sir?” Elizabeth was dumbfounded. She had worked tirelessly for this company, only to be on the brink of being replaced by a stranger from the streets. Tears welled up in her eyes as her heart sank.“Yes?” Rohan responded, glancing at her and observing her distress.“Have I done something wrong, sir? I’ve been working for you for four years, and now you’re about to replace me,” she reminded him, her voice cracking with emotion.Avery watched Elizabeth speak, sensing the pain in her eyes. She empathized with her, knowing how it felt to be replaced. Observing Elizabeth’s love for her job, despite knowing Rohan was a vampire, Avery felt a pang of sympathy.“I understand,” Rohan said, sighing and glancing at Avery, who shook her head.“I appreciate your offer, sir, but I don’t want it,” Avery interjected before he could continue. She didn’t want any of these. She didn’t want to give Elizabeth the impression that she was after her position and definitely didn’t want to become her enemy.
Avery walked into the bar, her brows furrowed as she entered. She felt relieved that her dealings with Rohan had ended, and she would no longer have to see him, but she was frustrated that Damien no longer wanted to see her either.She noticed Jeffrey attending to a customer, but as soon as he caught sight of her, he averted his gaze. Avery couldn't care less, so she ignored him and headed for the counter."Who are you?" she asked, noticing an unfamiliar girl dressed in their work uniform sitting at the counter."Oh, I'm the new waitress," the girl replied with a smile, while Avery wore a confused expression."The new waitress?" Avery asked, looking around as she couldn't recall any recent waitresses being fired to be replaced."Yeah, I'm Avery's replacement," the girl said, and Avery's eyes almost popped out of their sockets."What?!" she exclaimed, while the girl stared at her in confusion until the realization dawned on her."Oh my God! You are Avery. I'm so sorry," she apologized