This is a bad idea.
For the umpteenth time that sentence rang in my head. A little regret tucked into my heart for rejecting Oliver's offer to take me home. Well, it was actually part of my pride that prevented me from taking up the offer. We just ended our relationship two weeks ago. After two years of being with him, finally a few weeks ago a woman came into my apartment and slapped me just like that before screaming at me to stay away from Oliver. She claims to be Oliver's girlfriend, and admits they have been dating for over a year. Damn Oliver, he's not even that handsome. But that damn thing has been cheating on me behind my back for over a year. I looked back again for the third time, while my feet were still moving. My instincts told me something was following me, or someone. All this because Mr. Newman forced some of his staff to work overtime for the past three days. And today is the worst, we can only go home at half past twelve in the evening. Me, Oliver, and several other staff. Unfortunately there are no buses running at this late hour, whereas waiting for a taxi will take longer. So I stupidly decided to walk. Now, the idea of walking alone to my apartment at 12 at night sounds so stupid. I turned my head back to the deserted street behind me. This area is too quiet. "This is a really bad idea, Ella." I muttered to myself. I should have been patient and waited for a taxi. I've passed this road several times because it's the quickest route to my apartment on foot. This street is filled with food shops and Mexican goods which I remember always being busy during the day. Unfortunately the atmosphere during the day is in stark contrast to tonight. All shops have stopped operating and closed tightly. I could only see the light from some of the shop windows and from the street lamps. The rest was pitch black. The sound of my heels which were not too high sounded faint when I knocked on the pavement I was walking on. Somehow the fine hairs on the nape of my neck have stood up a little since entering this damn street. I forced my eyes to look straight ahead, only a hundred meters left until I got out of this terrible road. And I promise I'll never go through it again at night. Suddenly a shrill scream broke the silence around me, making my steps stop in place. His voice sounded slashing, as if the owner of the voice was really in pain. A stark contrast to the silence I previously heard. All the fine hairs on my body are now standing up together with the instinct in my head that screams to run. But part of my conscience told me to turn around and help the owner of that voice. This is one of human weakness; trusting his conscience more than his brain. If this were a horror film, I would be the first to die horribly. My heart pounded hard inside my chest cavity as I turned around again. No matter how loud my instincts screamed inside my head, I took a step toward the source of the sound. The screeching came again, this time intermittently. While walking, my right hand, which was slightly shaking, slipped into my handbag, looking for my cell phone. My steps stopped hesitantly in front of a dark alley that might be the source of the sound. Now the screams had stopped completely and returned to leaving silence. I squinted my eyes toward the dark alley, hoping to see more clearly. This alley is not very big, just like the alleys in horror films where Jack the Ripper comes out of the dark with his bloody knife after butchering his victims. Hands still a little shaky, my fingers dialed 911, then out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow moving in the darkness. "Hello?" Suddenly a man's voice echoed in the alley, almost making me drop my phone from my hand in surprise. I looked up at the silhouette of a man walking toward me. This time I followed my instincts, my feet stepping back a few meters. He was wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket and jeans. What is clear is that he does not look like Jack the Ripper. "Are you okay?" asked the man with a small smile. The smile on his face looked a little strange, so I stepped back again. "What sound is that?" I asked in a slightly panicked voice. My heart was pounding so fast I could almost hear it pounding in my ears. The man stopped a few feet in front of me right under the street light, the light shining on his face clearly. His slightly long black hair touched the collar of his shirt. His two awkward black eyes stared at me. He fell into the handsome category. Or very handsome if we met under normal circumstances. But there was something odd-something wrong with him. The man smiled again when he saw the expression on my face. "What sound did you hear?" He tilted his head to the right slightly, his deep voice almost pleasant. Like the voice of a rented Santa Claus who is usually displayed in malls to take pictures and give Christmas gifts to children. It's just that this one sounds a hundred times more dangerous than Santa Claus's voice. My mouth opens to answer him, then I close it again. If he's a killer, then telling him isn't a good idea. My hand gripped my phone tightly. "Ummm, I think I heard wrong." I muttered while getting ready to turn around. "Wait a minute, Miss." The voice sounded commanding as it called out to me, making me back rooted to the spot. "Is someone following you?" he asked in a worried tone as he glanced behind me. On reflex, my head turned behind me too to look, but there was nothing there. "Ah, I think I saw wrong." Suddenly the voice sounded so close that it made my heart jump in my chest. When I turned back, he was right in front of me. "Tsk. Sweet miss, I'm a little sorry to hurt you." He said it in a lazy voice before grinning slightly, a pair of fangs showing from behind his lips. His hands moved as my mouth opened to scream. And in just one second, his warm and wet lips touched my neck. A pair of sharp fangs tore through the skin of my neck very painfully. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out of me. The last thing I remember was the bright light from the streetlights and the horrible sound of loud gulping. *** (6 months later) "I've asked Oliver to book a plane ticket for you, Eleanor." Mr. Newman's voice sounded final. I could only look at my manager with a look of despair. "But sir, I really can't-" "You are one of the best auditors in this company. You should be happy because I consider you one of the best employees here." Mr. Newman shifted his gaze to the documents on his desk, a gesture to gently shoo me out of his office. I stood up from my chair quietly. However I'm not going to do something as childish as begging Mr. Newman again. One time is enough. Without looking at him again I walked out of his room and walked over to Oliver's desk. Oliver Sheldon Wright is my ex-boyfriend and assistant manager at the accounting firm where I work. I remember the first time I met him, when I was an intern and Oliver was a junior accountant. I never thought I really loved this man, before his mistress came to my apartment and slapped me. The damn thing. You son of a bitch! I clenched my fists tightly then stopped in front of the assistant manager's desk. Oliver was focused on staring at his computer screen, a few strands of his light brown hair fell onto his wrinkled forehead, then he slowly looked up at me and smiled a little. "Can I help you, Els?" Els. He always calls me by that annoying name when we're dating. "Mr. Newman said you handled my plane ticket." I tried to force my voice to sound as neutral as possible. We have ended our relationship more than 6 months ago, although I still want to punch him in the face every time I see him but I have to act professional in the office. He took an envelope from his desk drawer and handed it to me, still smiling. "Sorry, Els. Actually Mr. Newman asked me to go but I couldn't, so you had to fill in for me. Well, have fun, I heard there's going to be a big festival in Manhattan." I stared at him in disbelief. He just stared back at me with his annoying smile. His brown eyes stared at me, as if waiting for me to react. I resisted the urge to throw the porcelain vase in front of me at his face then turned towards his desk while muttering a thank you. I won't be childish anymore. Oliver's words, after I told him about the woman who came to my apartment and slapped me, came back to me. 'You're overdramatizing, Els. Don't be childish.' I opened the envelope in my hand angrily. It contained two tickets and a hotel reservation, my eyes stared at the departure date and destination; Manhattan. I hate Manhattan. I put the ticket back in the envelope and took a deep breath. As an auditor, I actually don't mind business trips like this. It's just that usually Mr. Newman sends a team, if he only sends one auditor like this then his work will surely suck. This kind of work will usually take at least 2 weeks. Depends on the size of the company to be audited. I exhale my breath again, I hate to go alone. Exactly since 6 months ago I hate when I have to be alone. My mind returns to that night, the streets are deserted and the sound of screams of pain suddenly breaks the silence. The fine hairs on my neck stood up again. Even though I don't really remember the man's face, I still remember his voice. And I remember those strange black eyes. My stomach hurts when I think about it again. I can't remember what happened after the man approached her, but strangely I woke up the next day in my apartment as usual. The only signs that made me sure it wasn't a dream were only two red spots and bruises on my neck, until now the wounds haven't completely disappeared. Of course I reported it to the police, but they didn't find any bodies or missing persons report so they stopped the investigation. "Ella, do you want to join us for lunch?" a voice broke my thoughts. I looked up at Christine who was standing in front of my desk with my wallet in her arms, her hands busy typing something on her cell phone. Onecorner of his mouth tugged at the end of his blond hair. "Oh, okay." I replied before picking up my wallet and walking next to him. Christine shoved her cell phone back into her pocket. "Mr. Newman assigned you alone?" asked Christine suddenly. I groaned at his question. "Ouch. I thought he would give that to Oliver." he continued. We stopped in front of the elevator. "It was supposed to be like that, but Oliver threw it at me." I replied while folding my arms across my chest. "I don't even know who the client is yet." "You don't know? Shaw&Partner. I heard Mr. Newman and Paul talking about it. They themselves refused to send a team and asked for an auditor. I think Shaw&Partner wants to do a covert audit." Christine replied while shrugging her shoulders. I groan again. "Is the company big?" I asked as I stepped into the empty elevator. Christine turned to me with a frown, "You don't know Shaw&Partner?" Well, I'm only familiar with the names of banks and financial companies, so I shook my head at him. She rolled her eyes "You should watch the news more. Are you sure you haven't heard of Nicholas Shaw? Gregory Shaw?" I shook my head again. "Of course, I forgot your taste is Oliver's class." Christine grumbled "He and his brother are lawyers. They founded Shaw&Partner. They've taken off in the last few years, now Nicholas and Gregory Shaw are the highest paid lawyers. You should read their interview in GQ magazine. Oh my God." "Are they that good?" "Maybe. But they're both so ... " Christine paused, as if searching for the right words, "So yummy." My forehead furrowed slightly at his description. Yummy sounds disgusting to me. "But you have to stay away from Nicholas Shaw. Some tabloids say he's gay. He's never been seen with women. Very different from his brother, Gregory." She continued. I rolled my eyes when I heard that, I never cared about someone's sexual preference, besides I most likely wouldn't meet them. Auditors will only deal with financial managers and the like. Not boss. And I really don't care if this client is insanely good looking, a job is a job. One thing is for sure, the job waiting for me in Manhattan will surely be a painMy hand cramped the last clothes I brought into my suitcase, then closed it. Three hours later my plane departs, meaning one and a half hours later I have to be at the airport. I opened my suitcase again and threw a book into it. "I've already called a taxi." A blonde head appeared from behind the door. I smiled as I zipped up my suitcase. "Thanks, Lana." She came into my room and jumped onto my bed, her long legs dangling gracefully on the edge of my bed. "You sure that's enough for two weeks?" he asked, looking down at my small suitcase. I shrugged my shoulders "I'll be back the weekend." Even though it's tiring but I don't want to spend 2 weeks alone in an unfamiliar city. I dropped my body next to Lana. We rented an apartment with two rooms together. I've known Lana since college, even though now we work at different companies but we still rent an apartment together. She is still 23 years old, one year younger than me even though we graduated together. Lana comes from a rich,
After treating my blisters, taking a bath, and ordering Chinese food delivery, I sat down on my big hotel sofa alone. The sky outside was already very dark and it started to rain. I tied my slightly loose sleeping coat and stared at the TV across from me blankly. This past hour my head has been busy trying to guess who my savior man is. Well, since I can't guess the name so I can at least guess the occupation. With his stern and intimidating voice and face, he might just be a young banker. He doesn't look too old from my age, maybe around 30s? But there was something in those blue eyes that made him not look like he was in his 30s. I bit the corner of my lip and frowned, then a knock interrupted my thoughts. I walked to my hotel room door and opened it. A bell boy stood up carrying my delivery and a black box. I gave my delivery money and tip to him then took the Chinese food I ordered. "Miss Heather? This one is for you too." He said as he handed over the black box he had brought.
My eyes blink once. Shaw&Partner. Shaw. I stared at his face with a stupid look for a few seconds. "So ... what's your name?" "Nicholas. I didn't know we were hiring an auditor." He answered as he took his wine glass and drank the rest. Waiter Giorgio returned with my Chamomile, filled his glass with wine, then disappeared again. My brain is still trying to process the information it just received. He is not a banker but a lawyer. Nicholas Shaw. God, I'm having lunch with my client's boss. "... that means you'll only be in Manhattan for a while?" I half did not listen to his question. "A week. After my audit here is over I'll be back in San Francisco." I answered hastily. I stared at the corners of his mouth which were pulled down. Is he really gay? Christine's words a few days ago replayed in my head. 'A week." he repeated to himself. Suddenly the atmosphere became more awkward as he fell silent. Giorgio returned to our table with my salad and a steak for Mr. Shaw. I stared
My heart skipped a beat as I heard his voice. I lifted my head to gaze into his dark blue eyes, and his eyebrows raised in slight surprise. I had never seen someone as handsome as Nicholas Shaw. He wore a more formal suit than usual—shirt, vest, and jacket—each layer adding to his charm. His cufflinks shimmered in the lobby lights as he pressed the elevator button to prevent it from closing. His black suit matched the dark blue tie, perfectly complementing his eye color. I continued staring as he called me for the second time. "Oh." I stepped out of the elevator, standing in front of him with a hint of awkwardness. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Hey." I forgot my formal demeanor instantly. "Are you still here?" he asked, corners of his mouth turning downward. "I already mentioned I have work to finish..." I mumbled, my eyes dropping from his face to the top button of his vest. His perfume, a subtle mix of mint and something expensive, lingered in the air. Not nauseating li
I hadn't told Lana until the next day. Maybe I'll call her back during lunch break. After all, I'll be back in San Francisco in three days, and Mr. Shaw will forget about me... and I'll forget about him.A slight pang of regret enveloped my heart. Ugh, Ella, don't be foolish. Perhaps Mr. Shaw has merely been courteous all along, just happened to help me and replace my shoes....and invite me to lunch, and escort me home.I pulled down the corners of my mouth. He's just being polite, right? Besides, he seems to already have a partner. I looked at my reflection in the hotel mirror; today, I wore a blood-red blouse, a gift from Lana, and a black pencil skirt. I rarely wear this blouse. I like its color and silk material, but it's a bit too conspicuous. Perhaps more suitable for a formal dinner than for work.I straightened my slightly wavy auburn hair. I had planned to dye it a richer brown, but unfortunately, I never got around to it. My amber eyes looked back at me in the mirror, and a
I know the Shaw brothers are wealthy, perhaps very wealthy, but it still doesn't diminish my shock at the scene before me.The SUV we rode in entered through a large black gate, traversing a private road flanked by tall pine trees. Half a minute later, a three-story Victorian-era house emerged. Its ivory-white exterior contrasted with black-framed windows. The house looked somewhat antiquated, reminiscent of noble houses built in the 18th century. A fountain pool stood a few meters in front of the house, with a graceful black lion statue in its center.For a moment, I felt transported to a late 1700s film set.Eric halted the car a few meters from the fountain. He assisted me in opening the car door, and the cold night air welcomed me as we stepped out. I gazed at the house before me. Even the house appeared intimidating, much like its owner.Mr. Shaw invited me inside, while Eric returned to the SUV and drove it back through the entrance road. For a moment, I wanted to ask what Eric'
San Francisco (1 week later)"Hey, Ella, do you have time for lunch with me?" Lana's voice sounded hurried as she called me."Yeah, where?" I asked while typing something on my office computer. I glanced at the computer clock briefly; it was still half-past ten."Dine&Wine? My boss gave me a voucher as a bonus, and I haven't used it yet.""Okay, let's meet there directly?""Yeps... See you, Ell!" Lana's cheerful voice made me smile."Bye, Lana," I replied before stopping my typing.Until now, I haven't told Lana the name of the man who saved me in Manhattan. And Lana didn't push me, although I knew she was half-dying of curiosity.After that night, the next day a massive investigation took place. Mr. Shaw hired an audit team to do it, and Mrs. Lynch informed me that my job was done, and I could return. The next afternoon, I was back in Manhattan. No goodbyes and no explanations.His words in the car that night echoed in my head.Well, it seems he doesn't need me anymore. Besides, how
In the end, I confessed everything to Lana.Starting from our first encounter when she saved me to the moment she kissed me at her house. But I didn't tell everything at the restaurant; I shared some when we were already home.Lana helped me dry my hair as I applied makeup. There was still half an hour left before Mr. Shaw picked me up."I swear, Nicholas Shaw really likes you, Ella," Lana looked at me through the mirror while drying my hair."He already has a girlfriend, Lana," I muttered with a hint of annoyance. Her name is Alice, and she's stunningly beautiful. Thinking about how they spoke that afternoon made me slightly jealous."Maybe that woman isn't his girlfriend. Why don't you ask him directly?""Because am I not crazy enough? Mr. Shaw is just—" What, Ella? I thought to myself with frustration. "Just a client.""Oh really? Do you kiss all your clients?"My face reddened a bit at her question. "Lana!"Lana turned off her hairdryer when my hair was dry. "What will you wear to
Everything happened so quickly.The sound of the bell woke me up from sleep, and I felt the bed move as Nick got up. I didn't know what time it was, so I closed my eyes again, but the next silence made me open them and look at the digital clock next to the bed, which showed 2 a.m.The next moment, the sound of something breaking outside followed by Nick's angry shout. My heart felt like it leaped in my chest when the sound of shattered glass was heard again; in the darkness, I got off the bed and put on my sleeping coat."I will kill you if you touch her!" Nick's threat made me slow down my steps, my heart pounding hard as I opened the bedroom door. Nick stood with his back to me, his body tense, wearing only his pajama pants. But a strong killing aura emanated from his body, making the fine hairs on my body stand on end. He clenched his fists tightly, and my breath caught as I saw the shards of glass and fresh blood flowing from the palm of his hand."Mr. Shaw, we will only ask once.
"Having offspring is very difficult for Volders, sometimes one has to try several times with different partners. Usually, a Volder's goal in taking a Leech is to have offspring." Alice paused for a moment. "And that is why Nicholas is very eager to kill Alastair."But... "Alastair changed me not because he wanted to have offspring.""I know. But Nicholas sees it differently, and he will always see Alastair as a threat." Alice smiled wryly at the expression on my face. "And not only that, Eleanor, a Leech is the property of the Volder who changed them. They are bound until one of them dies. In short, Alastair's blood and power are more dominant in you than Nicholas's, no matter what.""What will happen if Nick kills Alastair?""If he kills Alastair? His clan will retaliate, of course. Alastair's clan is one of the oldest clans. I don't want to alarm you, but no matter how strong Nicholas is, he won't have a chance to... avoid it. There's one more thing Nicholas needs to consider before
Two hundred years ago, nothing was more important in my life than power. Two hundred years later, the only thing that matters most in my life is a woman. If I could go back in time and tell my younger self about Eleanor, my younger self would probably just snort and forget about it.But now...I slip my right hand into my pants pocket, my fingers touching the soft velvet surface of a small box. It took me a long time to choose it, to the point where I had to be late coming home. But it was all worth it for the ring in my pocket right now. It's a ruby stone that I finally chose for Eleanor. Even since the first time I saw it, I knew this ring would be perfect for her.I didn't plan any of this at all; marriage is not the most important thing right now. No, as long as I haven't gotten rid of Alastair, Eleanor is not entirely mine.But lately, Eleanor seems to be drifting further away from me, no matter how close she is next to me, I can feel her mind is far from me. I want to bind her t
My eyes opened wide."Lana?" I murmured, looking at her standing in front of Nick, her hands clenched tightly. Greg stood not far from her. "What are you doing to Ella?" She sounded somewhat hysterical as she asked Nick, who seemed too surprised to answer."I'm taking her home," he said, walking past the frozen Nick. Lana's blue eyes looked very angry... and they were focused on me. But just a few steps later, Nick quickly turned around and grabbed Lana's hand to stop her. The next moment, Greg grabbed Nick's arm. "Let go of her," Greg's voice made the fine hairs on my back stand up."You can't take her back," Nick completely ignored Greg's warning, his gaze fixed on Lana.The three of them looked ridiculous in their tug-of-war. Although I knew the atmosphere in the room had become tense, I couldn't help but stifle a small laugh. My mood had drastically changed upon seeing the three of them. I guess this is one of the effects of pregnancy."Of course, I can," Lana retorted sharply bef
When Nick said "home," I thought he would take me to his home where he lived with Greg. But his car turned towards a building I knew very well. I didn't ask until we stopped in the basement parking. Perhaps Nick planned to bring some of his work home; I could imagine how long it had been since he worked. "I'll wait here." I said as he opened my door."You'll be waiting here overnight, Eleanor." Nick lifted the corner of his mouth. He looked messy yet handsome at the same time. His jawline with stubble and messy hair contrasted with his usually neat appearance, although his eyes still looked as serious as ever.I wanted to kiss him."Eleanor?" He raised both his eyebrows, waiting for me to get out. As I stepped out, I wondered how many women like me had fallen for his charm. No, I don't think Nick ever intentionally flirted with women. Greg was more likely; the two brothers were like polar opposites. Nick led me to a smaller basement lift and took out a black card. I only then realized
My gaze was fixed on the sink in the pantry. Dark red thick liquid clung to some of its white ceramic tiles, then my eyes shifted to the bottle in my hand. This was the third time I tried to drink the blood Greg brought, and the third time I vomited it back up. Was this blood expired?I placed the bottle on the counter and turned on the sink faucet to wash away all the blood that stuck to the tiles. I rubbed my stomach while reaching for the phone Greg had given me earlier, then sent a short message about the blood supply he provided before returning to bed. I knew the early stages of pregnancy were very risky, at least for humans, so I had to request a fresh blood supply as soon as possible, even though I wasn't feeling very hungry yet. Alastair's blood was still enough for a few hours, or more. I closed my eyes as sleepiness crept in. Where was Nick now? Was he looking for me? That was my last thought before sleep overtook me.***One advantage of my transformation was that all my s
(Nicolas POV)My hands gripped the steering wheel of my car tightly, my knuckles turning white. Frustration mixed with anger, causing my eye colors to shift intermittently; this time, I couldn't control my emotions.Eleanor is still here. My instincts tell me that. Erik and Greg are searching on the other side of Manhattan; I haven't met them since Eleanor disappeared this morning. Twice. Twice in 24 hours she has disappeared, and this time, Alastair has truly kidnapped her. I don't know how none of the three of us noticed the intruder's presence. I won't stop until Eleanor returns to me, and I'll make sure this is the last time Alastair touches her.He will pay. I won't stop until Alastair pays twice... no, three times over for this.My cellphone, lying on the passenger seat, vibrated. I glanced briefly at the unknown number flashing on the screen and ignored it. I pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding through the deserted streets, which had been empty since morning until now.
I thought I would see Nick's angry blue eyes behind the door, but when a pair of dark blue eyes, filled with panic, met mine, I froze in place. "Greg?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and blinked as I watched him walk towards me.He pulled me behind him until I was behind his back, protected from Alastair. "Are you okay?" He just glanced back slightly, then his gaze returned to the man sitting across from me. I didn't know which was more dominant right now, my relief or my surprise.And it seemed I wasn't the only one surprised.Alastair looked quite surprised, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Greg. "Wait a minute..." he murmured to himself, "Did I invite the wrong brother?""I received your message." Greg replied shortly, "Nick doesn't know yet, he's still looking for you. You should leave this place as soon as possible, or I'll be the one to kill you." Greg's voice sounded calm, but each sentence contained enough threat.Alastair just sighed and stood up, "I'll fin
My heavy eyes felt difficult to open. I felt like I had just slept for a very long time, my body felt sore."No, that's enough," a man's voice sounded from beside me.Wait a minute, I recognize this voice. Where have I heard it before?"Thank you, Clea." The voice spoke again. I forced my mind to focus and remember. Where have I— I struggled to open my eyes. A dimly lit room greeted my eyes. Alastair. It was Alastair's voice."Eleanor? Are you awake?" He spoke again from beside me, but my vision was still slightly blurry."Nick..." I murmured, my voice unclear."Unfortunately, he's not here right now."I blinked my eyes a few times, even though it made my head hurt. A light blue room greeted me when my vision cleared, I was in a hotel room. It's the same hotel as when I first came to Manhattan a year and a half ago, before I met Nick. Alastair sat next to my bed, looking at me with a hint of concern. "Are you feeling better?" he asked."How—""I kidnapped you," he replied without wait