Vikram's POV Lucas was coughing hard, struggling to catch his breath after I had slammed him against the wall. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with defiance, but I was too angry to care."What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, my voice echoing in the room. "You’ve lost your mind, Lucas!"He pushed himself off the wall, still panting. "No, Vikram, you’re the one who’s lost it! You’re out of control!"I stepped closer, fists clenched, trying to hold back my rage. "This is all because of Emilio. He’s poisoned your mind, made you weak. Everything that’s happened is his fault!"Lucas shook his head, his jaw tight. "Don’t you dare blame Emilio for your mess. You did this, Vikram. You turned Emilio into a ripper. You killed Alex. You killed Mackenzie. And now my father, Donald, is dead because of you!"I couldn’t help but laugh, a bitter, mocking sound. "You’re looking for someone to blame? Blame Emilio. He’s the reason all of
Lucas's POVThe pain in my chest was nothing compared to the fury boiling inside me as I watched Vikram lunge at Emilio. Time seemed to slow down, and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, drowning out Emilio's gasp of pain. My best friend, my partner, the man I loved—hurt because of Vikram's uncontrollable rage."No!" I shouted, rushing to Emilio's side as he stumbled, clutching the knife wound in his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his shirt a deep crimson. My hands trembled as I reached out to steady him, my heart shattering at the sight of his pain.Emilio's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of shock and determination. "Lucas... I'm okay," he whispered, his voice strained but steady.I shook my head, refusing to believe his words. "You're not okay, Emilio. You’re hurt. We need to get you out of here."Vikram stood a few feet away, the knife still in his hand, his eyes filled with a cold, bitter rage. I could see the satisfaction on his fa
EMILIO'S POVI stared at my phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of my room. A text from Alex and Jake popped up ."Hey, Emilio. Follow us to Eternal tonight. Trust us, you won't regret it."My curiosity piqued, I hesitated for a moment. Eternal was the new club downtown, rumored to be exclusive and secretive. What were my friends getting themselves into?"It's not about regretting it. I have some projects to work on and—" I was trying to come up with an excuse but they were quick to notice it as another text came in while I was typing."No excuse would be accepted anyways." Alex and Jake were my closest friends. We'd been through thick and thin together. If they wanted me to follow them, I wouldn't question it.'Alright, guys. I'm in. Lead the way,' I typed back.Within minutes, they responded with the address."Come alone. There are a lot of girls and in your case, a lot of charming dudes." A shiver ran down my spine. A smile lingered on my face for a bit as I chuckled to
Emilio's POVIt's been over a week since that unforgettable night at Eternal. The kiss with Lucas still lingers on my lips, haunting me like a ghost. Every waking moment, I'm consumed by thoughts of him.His piercing blue eyes.His chiseled features.His addictive smile.That kiss... It was like the world had come to a standstill. Time froze, leaving only Lucas and me, lost in the intensity of our connection.But then, chaos erupted. The vampire scare, the frantic exit... And Lucas vanished.I've tried reaching out, scouring social media, asking around. Nothing.It's as if he never existed.Yet, the memory of our kiss refuses to fade. I relive it every night, my dreams filled with visions of Lucas's lips, his touch, his whispered words."Forever starts now."Was it just a fleeting moment of madness? Or did we truly connect?My friends try to distract me, but even their jokes and antics can't shake off this longing.Another day, another design project, but my mind is elsewhere. Lucas
Emilio's POV I take Lucas's hand, leading him to my house in silence. Inside, the familiar surroundings seem to shrink with his presence."Where have you been?" I demand, turning to face him.Lucas's gaze wanders around my living room, lingering on scattered design books and art supplies."Busy," he replies, his voice cryptic.I fold my arms, eyes narrowing. "Busy isn't an answer, Lucas."His smile resurfaces, but I sense a hint of unease."I had matters to attend to," he elaborates."Matters?" I press my tone firm.Lucas's eyes lock onto mine, their intensity making my heart skip a beat."Emilio, I—" he begins.The doorbell interrupts, shattering the moment."I'll get it," I mutter.I saw a box and instantly knew the delivery man dropped the items I ordered for last week."Who?" He asked."A dispatch rider." I replied. I don't care what I said.Lucas's eyes linger on the door, his expression unreadable."I should go," he says. But I'm not ready to let him disappear again. Not yet, n
Lucas's POVWhat would I say about humans? Weak, fragile and reckless things.But yet, I fell for one. The same species of being that wiped my whole family. I watched them slaughter my mom and she was just 6 months pregnant. They killed my sister and cut her parts by parts in my presence.I was just twelve years old when I ran away. In their words, they were called 'The vampire hunters.'I hated them, every single thing about them. I had swore to take down the man that murdered my family. I would wipe his family from generations.I wasn't a fool who would go about killing all humans because a particular maniac decided to wipe my family but that didn't stop me from turning as many as I can.I turned them.Compelled them.And used them for my personal gain.But with Emilio, everything seemed different and foreign.As I gazed at the blood seeping from Emilio's cut hand, I couldn't tear my eyes away. The hunger pangs hit me suddenly, and my stomach growled with an otherworldly craving.
Lucas's POVI stepped out of Emilio's house, wrapping my coat tightly around me. The sun's rays were harsh, and I couldn't risk exposure. I covered my face, neck, and hands, protecting my pale skin.As I walked downtown, my thoughts drifted to Emilio. Would the sun affect him too? I worried about his safety, but then I remembered – he hadn't fully turned yet. He was still in limbo, caught between human and vampire.The city streets blurred together as I hurried to my apartment. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Emilio's transformation weighed heavily on my mind.Finally, I reached my apartment and shed my protective layers. Exhaustion hit me, and I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh.Just as I closed my eyes, my phone buzzed. Vikram's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before answering."Hey, Vikram," I said, trying to sound casual."Lucas, we have a problem," Vikram's serious voice greeted. His tone sent a shiver down my spine."What's going on?
Emilio's POV This morning had been a disaster from the start. Lucas and I didn't start up in a good way due to the fact that he annoyed me the previous day. I felt like a stupid person to be in love with a vampire. Weird right, but I can't help it. I didn't see the point in texting him to say I was heading out. He'd probably just ignore me or send a curt reply. But as I grabbed my keys and headed for the door from my office, my mind began to wander. I couldn't shake the memory of our first kiss, the way Lucas's lips had felt against mine. And that night... oh, that night. The way our bodies had moved together, the way Lucas had made me feel. My chest tightened, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I hated how Lucas pushed my buttons, how he knew exactly how to get under my skin. But at the same time... I loved him. I loved the way he made me feel alive. I sighed, frustration and desire warring within me. Why did it have to be Lucas, of all people? Someone who drove me c
Lucas's POVThe pain in my chest was nothing compared to the fury boiling inside me as I watched Vikram lunge at Emilio. Time seemed to slow down, and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, drowning out Emilio's gasp of pain. My best friend, my partner, the man I loved—hurt because of Vikram's uncontrollable rage."No!" I shouted, rushing to Emilio's side as he stumbled, clutching the knife wound in his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his shirt a deep crimson. My hands trembled as I reached out to steady him, my heart shattering at the sight of his pain.Emilio's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of shock and determination. "Lucas... I'm okay," he whispered, his voice strained but steady.I shook my head, refusing to believe his words. "You're not okay, Emilio. You’re hurt. We need to get you out of here."Vikram stood a few feet away, the knife still in his hand, his eyes filled with a cold, bitter rage. I could see the satisfaction on his fa
Vikram's POV Lucas was coughing hard, struggling to catch his breath after I had slammed him against the wall. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with defiance, but I was too angry to care."What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, my voice echoing in the room. "You’ve lost your mind, Lucas!"He pushed himself off the wall, still panting. "No, Vikram, you’re the one who’s lost it! You’re out of control!"I stepped closer, fists clenched, trying to hold back my rage. "This is all because of Emilio. He’s poisoned your mind, made you weak. Everything that’s happened is his fault!"Lucas shook his head, his jaw tight. "Don’t you dare blame Emilio for your mess. You did this, Vikram. You turned Emilio into a ripper. You killed Alex. You killed Mackenzie. And now my father, Donald, is dead because of you!"I couldn’t help but laugh, a bitter, mocking sound. "You’re looking for someone to blame? Blame Emilio. He’s the reason all of
Lucas's POV"I can feel it, my father is dead," I said, my voice shaking. Emilio looked at me like I had lost my mind. His eyes were wide, his face filled with confusion. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language."Lucas, what are you talking about?" Emilio finally asked, stepping closer to me. "What do you mean your father is dead? You haven’t even spoken to him in weeks."I shook my head, my hands trembling. "I just know, Emilio. I can feel it. Something’s wrong. And Vikram..." I trailed off, my mind racing. "Vikram is hiding something from me. I’ve tried calling him, but he won’t answer. He’s avoiding me."Emilio frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Lucas, you’re getting worked up over nothing. You need to calm down.""I can’t calm down!" I snapped, my voice rising. "Something is wrong, Emilio. I can feel it in my bones. My father is dead, and Vikram knows something. He’s keeping secrets from me."Emilio sighed, running a hand
Lucas's POV "Can I speak with you?"I typed the message on my phone and sent it to Vikram. I had tried calling him, but he wasn't picking up.I sat on the couch, phone still in my hand, waiting for his response. The TV was on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. My mind was on Vikram and what I wanted to talk to him about.I looked around the room, noticing the messy coffee table and the dirty dishes in the sink. Emilio had left for work a few hours ago, and I was still in my pajamas.My phone buzzed, breaking the silence. I looked down and saw Vikram's response."What's up?" he had typed.I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. What did I want to say to him?"A lot," I typed back. "Can we talk on the phone?"I waited for his response, my heart beating a little faster. What was going on with Vikram? And why wasn't he answering my calls?I got up from the couch and walked over to the window. Somehow, I was bothered and something felt off.The sun was shining brightly, ca
Vikram's POV The meeting with Donald was supposed to be the big moment. I had been waiting for days, thinking about how we could finally get rid of Emilio. Every plan we came up with seemed like a good idea at first. But when we tried to make it happen, it always fell apart. It was like trying to build a sandcastle, but the waves kept washing it away. I was getting really frustrated. We had tried so many times to get rid of Emilio, but he just wouldn't go down. I was starting to feel desperate. I remember the first time we tried to ambush Emilio. We had been watching him for a while, so we knew his routine and where he would be. We chose a dark alley as the perfect spot to catch him. But it didn't work out that way. Emilio walked out of the alley without a scratch, while our men were left lying on the ground, hurt and bruised. That failure still hurts. It's like a burn that won't go away. Then we tried to poison Emilio. Donald said it would be impossible to detect, that it woul
Emilio's POV "Lucas," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do you think we’ll ever really find out who did this?"He turned to me, his eyes soft and full of concern. "We will, Emilio. The truth always comes out."I wasn’t so sure. The weight of the accident, the unanswered questions, and the fear that seemed to follow me everywhere made it hard to believe in any kind of resolution. I stared out the window, watching the world go by, feeling like I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached for it and saw a message from Officer Smith. "We need you at the station. We have important news."My heart skipped a beat. I quickly nudged Lucas awake, shaking him gently. "Lucas, they know something."He opened his eyes, instantly alert. "Let’s go."We dressed quickly, the tension between us palpa
Writer's POV Lucas walked over with a smile. "Good morning, Emilio. How do you feel today?"Emilio stretched a bit and smiled back. "I feel okay, just a little tired."Lucas nodded. "That’s good to hear. We have a lot to think about today."Emilio knew Lucas was right. The accident was still fresh in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the black SUV and how strange it was that the driver was gone. It didn’t feel like an accident.After breakfast, Emilio sat on the couch, holding his phone. He wanted to call the police again to see if they had found anything about the driver. Lucas sat next to him, holding his hand."Are you ready to call them?" Lucas asked softly.Emilio nodded. "Yes, I need to know what happened."He dialed the number and waited. After a few rings, a kind voice answered. "Hello, this is Officer Smith. How can I help you?"Emilio took a deep breath. "Hi, this is Emilio Dalexs. I
Emilio's POV The morning of the big meeting felt like a dream. I had worked so hard, and now the day was here. I woke up early because I was too excited to sleep. Lucas was in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I felt thankful for him. Even though we had some fights lately, he was always there for me. "Good morning," I said, standing in the doorway. He turned and smiled. "Morning. Big day today." "Yeah," I said, feeling nervous. "Thanks for making breakfast." "Of course," he said, putting a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "You need to eat to have energy." We ate quietly, and it felt nice. Lucas put his hand on my shoulder. "You’re going to do great, Emilio. Just be yourself." "Thank you," I said softly. "I couldn’t have done this without you." He smiled but looked a little worried. "Remember, we’re in this together." "Always," I promised and gave him a quick kiss. After breakfast, I got ready carefully. I picked clothes that were bo
Emilio's POV I woke up to the soft glow of my laptop screen. The room was quiet, and for a moment, I just sat there, trying to shake off the sleep. My thoughts were a jumble, as usual. Work, life, everything seemed to blur together these days. I reached over, grabbed my laptop, and opened it. Scrolling through emails had become a morning ritual. Most of the time, it was the same old stuff—newsletters, promotions, and the occasional client message. But today was different. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the subject line: "Collaboration Opportunity with 'Apex Creative Partners'."My hands trembled as I clicked on the email. Apex Creative Partners was the dream. I had applied to work with them two years ago, long before Lucas came into my life. They were the pinnacle of creativity, and now they were reaching out to me."Dear Emilio Dalexs,We've been following your work, and we're impressed with your unique style and creativity. We'd like to discuss a potential collaboration opport