Faith's POVI turn the key in the lock, the metallic click echoing in the quiet house as I secure the door behind me. The familiar weight of the night settles around me, cool and almost suffocating. My footsteps echo down the empty hallway, but my mind isn't focused on the house or the coldness creeping into the corners. My eyes are drawn, almost magnetically, to the building across the street.It stands there—silent, brooding, like a dark stain against the perfection of this pristine suburban neighborhood. The lawns are immaculate, the houses neat and polished, their lights twinkling through the windows like something out of a storybook. And then there's that house.It’s the kind of place you’d expect to see in some eerie old horror film—a forgotten relic in the middle of a fairy-tale setting. Dark, crooked windows like hollow eyes, its paint peeling, the structure sagging slightly as though the house itself is tired of standing. There’s something wrong about it. Something almost aliv
Faith’s POVI leave the café with my half-full cup of caramel goodness and decide to take a little detour to the park. I find a quiet spot under a tree and settle in with my book, The House Beyond The Gate. The warm coffee in my hand, the occasional rustle of the leaves... it should be peaceful, right? Instead, my mind refuses to cooperate.I take a sip, letting the sweetness settle in my chest, and sigh. Who was that stranger?I glance around, taking in the calm, almost too perfect surroundings. People are walking their dogs, a couple of kids are playing catch... all so idyllic. Too normal. It’s as if the universe is trying a little too hard to convince me that everything is perfectly fine. But, of course, my brain just has to ruin it.So, back to that stranger. Did I give him my address? Maybe he was a friend of Dimitri’s? But no... if that were the case, I’d have heard from one of them by now. Great, so now I’m left wondering if I’ve been kidnapped by some random guy or...I pause,
Faith’s POVI close the door behind Alessandro, and instantly I feel a fluttering in my chest. The kind of fluttering that makes no sense, but somehow makes perfect sense at the same time. It's like my heart's trying to do a little dance, and I'm stuck trying to figure out the rhythm. As I lead him into the kitchen, I can't help but wonder why on earth he would choose to help me. I mean, sure, I’m grateful, but we barely know each other. How did he even know where I lived?I lean against the counter, trying to act casual, but I feel that awkward, yet warm, tension in the air. There's a comfortable silence hanging between us, like we're both waiting for something to break it. My mind races with a thousand questions, but for some reason, I only ask one."I guess a thank you is in order for getting me home safe," I say, offering him a small, sincere smile. It feels right to say it, even if it’s the smallest of gestures."You don’t need to," he replies casually, as if it’s no big deal. "It
Alessandro's Pov:I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.“Well, well, well,” I heard a voice from behind me.A voice that I hadn't heard in over a century. My body went rigid, all the blood in my veins freezing as I turned around, slowly—too slowly—my heart still thundering in my chest. And there he was. Luca.Of course. He had to be here, didn’t he? Why wouldn’t he be?I stared at him for a mom
Faith's Pov:I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.When can I start living without fear of him? I thought aloud, the words hanging in the dark room, as if saying them out loud might make them true.Looking back, I could hardly believe how naive I’d been. Cain had twisted everything, made me believe that it was my fault, that I deserved every little bit of pain I’d endured. For so long, I believed him. But then Georgia had knocked some sense into me, telling me to run, to hide, that staying with Cain could very well be my
Faith's Pov:Once I locked up the shop and turned around, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. Alessandro was standing there, his eyes fixed on the sky, looking up at the moon. The way the moonlight bathed him in a soft glow made him look almost ethereal, like he was a part of the night itself. He stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath of the cold, crisp air."Beautiful, isn’t it?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips as I couldn’t help but admire the view in front of me, both the moon and him. I was never a big fan of the cold, but somehow, with him here, it didn’t feel so bad.He glanced over at me then, his eyes flicking away from the moon to meet mine. “This is my day and night, it feels like,” he replied, a hint of something unreadable in his voice.I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “How so?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know more about him. Alessandro was a mystery wrapped in layers, and every time I thought I could peel one back, I was lef
Faith's POV:I stand in front of my mirror, the weight of my decisions pulling at me. A dress in one hand, another in the other. My heart races as I contemplate what to wear for my date with Alessandro, all the while, Dimitry’s warning echoes in my mind. Alone in my room, I try to rationalize, to ignore the gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach.Alessandro had been nothing but kind to me, a gentleman—an old-fashioned type of man I thought I could trust. So why did Dimitry’s words hang over me like a dark cloud? He’s dangerous, Faith. Stay away.But… nothing about Alessandro ever felt dangerous. He asked me out on a date, and he treated me with such warmth, such respect. Was I missing something? My thoughts were a tangled mess, and I just couldn’t make sense of it all.Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone slices through the silence. I glance down to see my mum’s name flashing on the screen. A sigh of relief escapes me. She’s the one person who could always calm my nerves. I answer
Faith's POV:The evening was unusually quiet as I walked down the street, my footsteps a rhythmic beat against the cracked pavement. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt still—almost too still. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, but I couldn’t quite place why. As I walked past row after row of identical homes, something about this small town seemed... off. The air was heavy with secrets, and the quiet seemed to speak of things unsaid.That’s when I saw it: a house with a “For Sale” sign planted firmly in the yard. It was beautiful, striking even—an older home with ivy climbing up the stone walls, the kind of place that whispered of stories and old memories. The woman standing next to the sign caught my attention as she wiped her brow nervously, her eyes darting to the sky, to her watch, and back again.I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. “Hello?” I called, my voice breaking the silence like a bell in the distance. The woman’s hea
Faith's POV:I stand in front of my mirror, the weight of my decisions pulling at me. A dress in one hand, another in the other. My heart races as I contemplate what to wear for my date with Alessandro, all the while, Dimitry’s warning echoes in my mind. Alone in my room, I try to rationalize, to ignore the gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach.Alessandro had been nothing but kind to me, a gentleman—an old-fashioned type of man I thought I could trust. So why did Dimitry’s words hang over me like a dark cloud? He’s dangerous, Faith. Stay away.But… nothing about Alessandro ever felt dangerous. He asked me out on a date, and he treated me with such warmth, such respect. Was I missing something? My thoughts were a tangled mess, and I just couldn’t make sense of it all.Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone slices through the silence. I glance down to see my mum’s name flashing on the screen. A sigh of relief escapes me. She’s the one person who could always calm my nerves. I answer
Faith's Pov:Once I locked up the shop and turned around, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. Alessandro was standing there, his eyes fixed on the sky, looking up at the moon. The way the moonlight bathed him in a soft glow made him look almost ethereal, like he was a part of the night itself. He stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath of the cold, crisp air."Beautiful, isn’t it?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips as I couldn’t help but admire the view in front of me, both the moon and him. I was never a big fan of the cold, but somehow, with him here, it didn’t feel so bad.He glanced over at me then, his eyes flicking away from the moon to meet mine. “This is my day and night, it feels like,” he replied, a hint of something unreadable in his voice.I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “How so?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know more about him. Alessandro was a mystery wrapped in layers, and every time I thought I could peel one back, I was lef
Faith's Pov:I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.When can I start living without fear of him? I thought aloud, the words hanging in the dark room, as if saying them out loud might make them true.Looking back, I could hardly believe how naive I’d been. Cain had twisted everything, made me believe that it was my fault, that I deserved every little bit of pain I’d endured. For so long, I believed him. But then Georgia had knocked some sense into me, telling me to run, to hide, that staying with Cain could very well be my
Alessandro's Pov:I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.“Well, well, well,” I heard a voice from behind me.A voice that I hadn't heard in over a century. My body went rigid, all the blood in my veins freezing as I turned around, slowly—too slowly—my heart still thundering in my chest. And there he was. Luca.Of course. He had to be here, didn’t he? Why wouldn’t he be?I stared at him for a mom
Faith’s POVI close the door behind Alessandro, and instantly I feel a fluttering in my chest. The kind of fluttering that makes no sense, but somehow makes perfect sense at the same time. It's like my heart's trying to do a little dance, and I'm stuck trying to figure out the rhythm. As I lead him into the kitchen, I can't help but wonder why on earth he would choose to help me. I mean, sure, I’m grateful, but we barely know each other. How did he even know where I lived?I lean against the counter, trying to act casual, but I feel that awkward, yet warm, tension in the air. There's a comfortable silence hanging between us, like we're both waiting for something to break it. My mind races with a thousand questions, but for some reason, I only ask one."I guess a thank you is in order for getting me home safe," I say, offering him a small, sincere smile. It feels right to say it, even if it’s the smallest of gestures."You don’t need to," he replies casually, as if it’s no big deal. "It
Faith’s POVI leave the café with my half-full cup of caramel goodness and decide to take a little detour to the park. I find a quiet spot under a tree and settle in with my book, The House Beyond The Gate. The warm coffee in my hand, the occasional rustle of the leaves... it should be peaceful, right? Instead, my mind refuses to cooperate.I take a sip, letting the sweetness settle in my chest, and sigh. Who was that stranger?I glance around, taking in the calm, almost too perfect surroundings. People are walking their dogs, a couple of kids are playing catch... all so idyllic. Too normal. It’s as if the universe is trying a little too hard to convince me that everything is perfectly fine. But, of course, my brain just has to ruin it.So, back to that stranger. Did I give him my address? Maybe he was a friend of Dimitri’s? But no... if that were the case, I’d have heard from one of them by now. Great, so now I’m left wondering if I’ve been kidnapped by some random guy or...I pause,
Faith's POVI turn the key in the lock, the metallic click echoing in the quiet house as I secure the door behind me. The familiar weight of the night settles around me, cool and almost suffocating. My footsteps echo down the empty hallway, but my mind isn't focused on the house or the coldness creeping into the corners. My eyes are drawn, almost magnetically, to the building across the street.It stands there—silent, brooding, like a dark stain against the perfection of this pristine suburban neighborhood. The lawns are immaculate, the houses neat and polished, their lights twinkling through the windows like something out of a storybook. And then there's that house.It’s the kind of place you’d expect to see in some eerie old horror film—a forgotten relic in the middle of a fairy-tale setting. Dark, crooked windows like hollow eyes, its paint peeling, the structure sagging slightly as though the house itself is tired of standing. There’s something wrong about it. Something almost aliv
Faith's POVI glance down at the napkin in my hand, the name "Alessandro" written on it. I whisper it to myself, "Alessandro..."Good lord, just the sound of it makes my heart flutter. So hot... oh my god, get it together, woman I scold myself silently. My fingers tremble slightly as I fold the napkin and tuck it into my wallet.Just as I’m trying to regain my composure, Dimitry suddenly appears beside me. Of course. Perfect timing, I think, forcing a casual smile."Faith... what did he say?" Dimitry asks, his voice low and a little too intense.I furrow my brows, feeling a strange tightness in my chest. Why do I feel so reluctant to tell him? I don’t even know why. Weird, I think."It was a private conversation, Dimitry," I reply, taking a slow sip of my drink, hoping the distraction will dull the growing tension.Dimitry looks at me, his eyes dark with something I can’t quite place. I watch him struggle to keep his anger in check. Okay, this is new."You don’t understand, Faith... ho
Faith’s POV:I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His eyes—intense, calculating—traced every inch of my face as if he were studying me, trying to unravel some hidden truth I didn’t even know about myself. There was something almost magnetic about his gaze. And for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I felt an odd pull, an invisible thread tugging me toward him."Who is he?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them, my voice soft, as if I were entranced by the stranger’s presence. My gaze didn’t leave his eyes, those dark, mysterious depths that held secrets—too many, I suspected.Dimitry, sitting beside me, narrowed his eyes and immediately leaned closer, his posture stiffening with some kind of quiet fury. “He's bad news, doll. I’d stay far away from him.” His voice was low, warning, but his words only intrigued me more.I glanced around the club, the atmosphere thick with hostility. Every table seemed to be filled with people glaring at one another, eyes filled with malice a