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
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 "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
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
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
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
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
EPILOGUE Lucas's POV Two years had passed. Two years since the war ended. Since the city had been rebuilt. Since humans and vampires had learned, slowly but surely, to coexist. And through it all, Emilio and I had remained together. Our love had endured battles, bloodshed, and fear. It had survived the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future. We had chosen each other—again and again—until there was no doubt left. Today, under the soft glow of the evening sun, we would make that choice one more time. The ceremony was held in the heart of the city, in a grand, open courtyard surrounded by the people who had become our family. Humans and vampires alike sat together, watching as Emilio and I stood beneath a beautifully decorated arch, our hands entwined. Mariah and Xena sat in the front row, their smiles wide. Irene, despite everything, standing at the back with her arms crossed but an expression that was… softer than usual. Emilio’s old vampire allies were pres
FINALE Lucas's POV The phone rang again. I barely had time to process everything from before when another call came in. Emilio glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. We were still sitting on the couch, our bodies close, but the warmth from earlier had faded. Something about this call felt different. I answered. "Lucas." A deep voice responded. "Mr. Newcastle, this is John Carter. I’m with the government." That made me sit up straighter. Emilio noticed and watched me closely. "The government?" I repeated, my grip tightening on the phone. "Yes," John said. "I’m sure you know the city is in ruins. The battle left many without homes, and the people needed stability. We’ve been observing you and Emilio. You both fought to protect this place, and we need your help now to rebuild it." I felt Emilio stiffen beside me. I met his eyes, searching for his thoughts. This was unexpected. A human official—someone from the government—asking for help from vampires? That had never happened be
Lucas's POV "Thank you."The words caught me off guard. I turned to see an older woman standing before me, her clothes torn and dusty, her face smudged with dirt. But her eyes—those eyes—were kind. She held out her trembling hands, as if unsure whether she should touch me or not."You saved us," she repeated. "Thank you."I didn’t know how to respond. I had never expected gratitude. Fear, maybe. Hatred, perhaps. But not this. Not from these people. After all, Emilio and I were vampires, and not just any vampires. We had fought in a battle that had left the city in ruins. People had died. Lives had been destroyed. Yet here she was, looking at me like I had done something good.More people gathered around us. Slowly, they came out from the rubble, the broken buildings, the dark alleys. They were weary, their faces worn, but there was a soft relief in their eyes. Some carried the injured, others clutched their loved ones, whispering reassurances."We wouldn't have survived without you,"
Emilio's POV "I'm tired."The words slipped from my mouth before I even thought about them. My body ached, my head pounded, and my heart felt heavier than it ever had before. I was exhausted, more than I had ever been in my entire life. Everything hurt. My arms, my legs, my chest—even my thoughts felt slow and heavy, like they were sinking into thick mud.I looked around at what was left of the city.Lucas stood beside me, silent. His face was pale, his eyes staring ahead like he wasn’t really seeing anything. I knew how he felt. We had won, but at what cost?The city was in ruins. The people who had lived here, worked here, built their lives here—everything they had was gone. All because of Vikram.Vikram.The name made my chest tighten. He had caused so much pain, so much destruction. He had played with people’s lives like they were nothing, used them like tools, broken them when they were no longer useful. I hated him. I hated him for everything he had done. And now he was gone
Lucas's POV “It’s over.” Emilio’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife, sharp and unyielding. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body felt like it was made of stone, every muscle locked in place, every breath shallow and forced. My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat a reminder of what I had just done. Vikram lay at my feet, his body still, unmoving. Blood seeped from the deep wound in his chest, spreading like ink across the cracked pavement. The firelight flickered in his open eyes, reflecting emptiness. He was no longer the man I had fought, no longer the threat I had feared. He was just a lifeless shell now. A body. A memory. A mistake I could never take back. I had done it. I had killed him. My hands still gripped the hilt of my sword, fingers curled so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. The weapon was buried deep in Vikram’s chest, its steel stained red. I couldn’t let go. The weight of it felt heavier than before, as if the blade itself carried
Emilio's POV The city burned. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating, choking the air with the scent of ash and blood. Flames licked at the buildings, casting long, jagged shadows against the ruined streets. The heat pressed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. Vikram stood ahead, his figure dark against the inferno, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes, sharp and gleaming, locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. Emilio was beside me, his breath unsteady but his stance firm. His presence was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. My fingers curled into fists. My body ached, bruises and cuts stinging with every movement, but none of that mattered. Not now. Vikram tilted his head, amused. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice smooth like poison. “Still standing. Still fighting for something that was never yours to begin with.” Rage clawed up my throat, hot and unforgiving. My heart pounded. I wanted to lu
Emilio's POV This was getting too much and I couldn't breathe so I ran away, I ran till I couldn't breath.I need to breathe! I was going berserk, I was losing myself and I didn't want my rippers killer instinct to come up.I heard footsteps behind me and realized that it was Lucas. "Hey...." He muttered with frustration."We need to talk." I didn't even give him time.Lucas's voice was quiet, but the weight of his words made Emilio turn around immediately. They were in Lucas's room, a dimly lit space filled with the silence of unspoken thoughts. The air was heavy, thick with the tension Lucas had been carrying since Vikram’s betrayal. Emilio frowned, stepping closer."I know," Emilio whispered. "It's about Vikram, isn't it?"Lucas ran a hand through his hair, feeling the frustration and regret claw at his chest. "Yeah. It is." He let out a shaky breath. "I don't know what to do. I feel like... I feel like this is all my fault."Emilio's brows furrowed. "Lucas—""No, just—just let
Lucas’s POVChaos. The battlefield is nothing but blood, screams, and shadows moving too fast to track. The air is thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood, so sharp it clings to the back of my throat like poison. I swing my blade, the steel slicing clean through the neck of a rogue vampire before it can reach me. Its body collapses at my feet, twitching, but there’s no time to catch my breath. Another one takes its place almost instantly, snarling, eyes glowing with that unnatural hunger. Damn it. There are too many. “Lucas, behind you!” Emilio’s voice cuts through the chaos. Instinct kicks in. I twist just in time to see a rogue launching itself at me, claws slicing through the air like daggers. I barely get my arm up before it slams into me, knocking me backward onto the blood-slick pavement. The impact steals the breath from my lungs. The rogue is on top of me in seconds, its fangs bared, saliva dripping onto my face. Its breath reeks of death and rot. I shove m
Emilio's POV “They’re everywhere!” I shouted, my voice shaking. My chest burned, my hands clenched into fists. The city was falling apart around us. Flames swallowed buildings, turning them into black, crumbling skeletons. Thick smoke filled the air, choking me, burning my eyes. The streets were broken, cracked, covered in glass and blood. Cars sat abandoned, their windows shattered, doors hanging open. The fight that rukus that Vikram caused is the reason why we had to leave the Vampire world and come out here to make a fight that I doubt we would ever win.And then there were *them*. The rogue vampires. Vikram's evilness, deceit and stupidity.He created them! He brought them and these are his properties.They swarmed the streets like a nightmare come to life. Fast. Wild. Bloodthirsty. Their glowing red eyes cut through the darkness. Their claws tore through anything in their way. The sound of screams, of bones breaking, of bodies hitting the ground filled the air. I fe