Emilio's POV “Listen Mackenzie, you're going to have to lock yourself in your room for now. If my guess is right, your brother will soon start to smell like food to you. You will have the instincts to bite at him to satisfy your need but that's exactly what we're not going to do.”I could hear Mackenzie start to cry.I could just let her feed on me untill she was alright. Then when Lucas comes back, I could ask him for how to get blood from the blood bank without anyone suspecting.“My brother is starting to smell like food to me. Goddamnit! I can't help myself anymore.”Mackenzie probably needed the help now but there was no way I could help her immediately. I could only help her help herself, if she was willing.“Breathe, Mackenzie. How are you?”“I feel horrible.” She said while holding back a sob. I could hear everything that she was trying to keep silent.“Go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sit directly under the shower so that the water is pouring on your skin and don't
Emilio's POV “Eventually you might be able to tell them but do not worry about it right now. The most important thing at this moment is you adapting to this lifestyle.”“I see.”“Stay on the phone with me okay?” I said as I took the last turn heading in Mackenzie's direction.“Yes I'm on the phone with you.” She said, which led me to smile.“What are you doing?” I said.“Letting the water wash me while I listen to your voice.” She said.“Things won't always be this hard, I promise you.” I said and she sniffled.“I don't know what to say. I've always considered myself a big girl but now I'm all in my feelings.” She sobbed.“Everyone gets in their feelings, sometimes Mackenzie. And by everyone, I mean everyone.”“That kind of sucks. Getting into my feelings sound like the dumbest thing in the world. I'm a vampire now, it should be the best thing of my life, right?”“Actually, no.” I said. “Being a vampire doesn't guarantee anything. It's quite the opposite, really.” I honked in front o
Emilio's POV “I wouldn't want you to be found out while you're enjoying your meal.”“Well, I have something else to say, how are you so good at what you say? You sound like you've been touring vampires for years.”I chuckled outrightly. “You won't believe this. I don't tour vampires or do what you think I do. In fact, you're the first vampire I'm doing this with.”“Whoa, really?” She seemed super shook about it.“Yes,” I answered her.“It might not seem like it but it's the real truth.” I said and she nodded.“Anyway, thanks. For not abandoning me if not I would have absolutely no fricking idea what to do with myself. I would have killed my brother because I was hungry, seriously.”“Well, I'm glad you didn't do that. This is your life from now on so you have to get that under control.”I stood up from the bed, getting ready to leave but Mackenzie stopped me.“Absolutely fucking not. You're not going anywhere yet.”“What? Why?” I asked her.“I'm scared.” She said. “What am I going to
Emilio's POV The evening air felt heavy with worry as I paced back and forth in my living room. Lucas hadn’t answered his phone all day. At first, I told myself not to overthink it—maybe he was just busy or his phone had died. But as the hours ticked by, unease took root in my chest. Something didn’t feel right, and the more I thought about it, the harder it became to sit still. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed his number again, hoping this time he’d pick up. The line rang and rang, but no one answered. Eventually, it went to voicemail. I hung up without leaving a message. There was no point; he already had two missed calls from me. He’d know I was trying to reach him. Sinking onto the couch, I tried to calm myself down. Lucas was a grown man. He could take care of himself, couldn’t he? He was always so confident, so sure of himself. But even as I told myself that, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that something was wrong. I needed to do something—anything—ot
Emilio's POV The mansion was still and quiet, almost like it was holding its breath. The air felt heavy around me as I stood in Lucas’s study, looking around for anything that might give me a clue about where he could be. My flashlight’s beam swept across the room, lighting up the big desk in the center. Lucas’s study had always been a mix of organized chaos. Papers were usually scattered everywhere, and his bookshelves were crammed with novels, journals, and files. Tonight, though, the room felt different. It wasn’t just the darkness—it was something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I walked over to the desk, hoping that maybe Lucas had left a note or something that could explain his disappearance. At first, I didn’t see anything unusual. Just the usual stacks of papers and a coffee mug half-full of what looked like old, cold coffee. But then, tucked under a leather-bound notebook, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out. Curious, I picked it up. The handwrit
Lucas's POV The warehouse was cold and quiet, and every creak of the old wooden floor seemed louder than it should have been. I sat on an old crate, my hands resting on my knees, trying to keep my breathing steady. The air smelled damp and stale, like the place hadn’t been touched in years. Across the room, my father, Donald Dale, paced back and forth, his boots making sharp sounds against the concrete. His presence filled the space, commanding attention, just as it always had when I was a kid. I watched him carefully, my stomach twisting with a mix of emotions—anger, fear, confusion. I hadn’t seen him in years, not since he’d left under circumstances I still struggled to fully understand. But now he was back, and the things he’d been saying since I arrived at the warehouse made my blood run cold. “Do you understand why I’ve brought you here, Lucas?” my father asked, his voice steady and calm, but with an edge that sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated before answering. “Y
Lucas's POV I felt frozen, like my legs were stuck in quicksand, as I watched my dad hurt Emilio. I couldn't do anything. “Stop! Please stop!” I screamed, my voice shaking. But my he didn’t listen. He never listened when he got like this. He turned to me for a moment, his eyes sharp and scary. “Stay out of this, Lucas,” he growled, his voice low and heavy. “You don’t understand what’s at stake.” “I don’t care!” I shouted back, pulling at his arm, trying to break free from his strong grip. “You’re hurting Emilio! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Emilio tried to stand up, but he stumbled, his knees shaking. “Lucas…” he said weakly, looking at me. “It’s okay… I can handle this.” But it wasn’t okay. None of this was okay. My heart was pounding so loudly, it felt like it might burst out of my chest. My dad was so much stronger than me, and I couldn’t break free no matter how hard I tried. I felt so small and helpless. “Dad, please stop!” I begged again, tears spilling down my fac
Lucas's POV Emilio was leaning on me heavily, and I could feel him limping with every step. I kept telling myself to stay strong, but inside, I was terrified. I didn’t know how far we had to go or where we were even going—I just knew we had to get as far away from my dad as possible.“Lucas,” Emilio said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper, “I… I can’t… I need to stop.”I tightened my grip around his waist, trying to hold him up. “No, Emilio,” I said, my voice shaking. “We have to keep going. He’s going to come after us. We can’t stop now.”Emilio groaned, and I could feel him struggling to keep moving. His legs were wobbling, and his breathing was loud and uneven. “I… I can’t,” he said again, and then his knees gave out.“Emilio!” I shouted, my heart racing as I caught him and helped him sit down on the damp ground. “You can’t stop! Please, Emilio, we have to keep going!”In my entire life as a vampire, I have never felt this vulnerable.My mind wasn't at reast neither was my b
Emilio's POV The ache in my chest never went away. Not since I found out what Vikram had done—what he’d taken from me. My parents, the only people who had ever truly understood me, were gone because of him. Every time I thought about it, my hands curled into fists, and a storm brewed inside me.I couldn’t let it go. I wouldn’t.But it wasn’t just about revenge. It was about justice. Vikram had blood on his hands, and yet he walked around like he was some kind of hero.He turned me into this monster I am today. He made me the ripper I am today.I can say now, meeting Lucas was a curse to me. I miss my normal mundane life. It's a curse because I'll have to watch all my lives ones die.And the funny part, I'm a daylight vampire.People respected him, trusted him, but I knew the truth. He was a monster hiding behind a facade, and it was time someone showed the world who he really was.That someone was me.
Lucas's POV I stood in the forest, the echo of that eerie howl still ringing in my ears. It felt weird and scary at the same time. This howl was bothering me and it kept ringing in my ear.I wanted to shout or maybe hit My head but that wasn't going to help.My legs felt like they were stuck to the ground, but my mind was racing. Vikram’s confession had already shaken me, and now this?I turned to him. He stood a few feet away, his face unreadable in the dim light. But his eyes—they were burning with something fierce and unrelenting. I didn’t know if it was love, anger, or something in between.“Vikram,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “We need to talk. Now.”He crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “I thought I said to give you space.”“No,” I snapped, taking a step closer. “You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and then walk away. What were you thinking? And Emilio? What are you planning, Vik
Lucas's POV Since the last time Vikram asked me to make a choice between him and Emilio, I've been lost in thinking and I've decided to do the next right thing. Make both of them be on good terms....I haven't heard or seen Emilio so I decided to respect him and give him the space he neededd. As for Vikram......I never thought one conversation could flip my world upside down. Yet, there I was, staring into the eyes of someone I thought I knew completely, only to realize I’d been blind this whole time. Vikram’s intentions, his actions, and the depth of his feelings for me—all of it was laid bare. But let me start from the beginning.It was a quiet evening in the pack house, the kind of peaceful moment that usually makes you feel grateful. Except, something was off. Vikram had been avoiding me all day. Whenever I walked into a room, he found an excuse to leave. Whenever I tried to catch his eye, he looked away. I
Lucas's POV “Vikram has always been there for me,” I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling with emotion. “But Emilio... Emilio feels like sunlight in a world of shadows.”The thought of Emilio brought a faint smile to my lips. His laughter, his warmth, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through my immortal façade—it was intoxicating. Yet, Vikram, my oldest friend— in this case, allow me call him my beta my Beta, had stood by me through centuries of blood and battle. How could I possibly choose between them?A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I hesitated before calling out, “Come in.”The door creaked open, revealing Vikram. Tall, stoic, and radiating quiet strength, he stepped into the room. His dark eyes studied me with concern.“You’re troubled,” he said, closing the door behind him. “What’s going on?”I forced a smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”“Don’t do that,” Vikram said
Emilio’s POV The room was quiet, too quiet. I sat by the window, staring at the darkness outside, my mind racing. The stars were out, but their light didn’t feel comforting tonight. They looked cold and distant, like they were mocking me. Mocking what I had lost. Lucas… I trusted him. I thought he was my friend, someone who would always stand by me. And now? Now I couldn’t even look at him without feeling betrayed. The pain in my chest felt sharp, like a knife twisting deeper every time I thought about it. But I wasn’t going to let that pain win. No. I was going to do something about it. And then there was Vikram. That smug, arrogant smile of his… I could see it so clearly in my mind. He thought he’d won. He thought he could break everything I cared about and get away with it. But he was wrong. He didn’t know what I was capable of. “You messed with t
Vikram’s POVI leaned back in my chair, a smug smile spreading across my face as I swirled the glass of juice in my hand. Things were finally falling into place, just as I had planned. Emilio and Lucas… their relationship was cracked, maybe even broken beyond repair. And all it had taken was a little nudge… okay, maybe more than a little nudge. But it was worth it.Lucas belonged to me. He just didn’t realize it yet.I gazed out the window at the darkening sky, feeling a sense of satisfaction bubbling inside me. Emilio had always been in the way, always so close to Lucas, always pulling him into his world. And Lucas, with that soft heart of his, never saw it. He never noticed how Emilio’s presence was a barrier between us, how it stopped him from seeing what was right in front of him. Me.But now? Now Emilio was angry, hurt, maybe even ready to walk away from Lucas for good.“He’ll come running to me,” I muttered under my breath
Lucas's POV The weight of the past hung over me like a storm cloud that would never go away. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces: my mother, my sisters. Their laughter echoed in my mind, but it was always followed by the terrible memory of losing them. The man who had taken them from me—Emilio's father—was gone now, but the pain he caused still lived in my chest, sharp and heavy. And now, Emilio wanted revenge for his own parents. The cycle of hurt and anger felt like it would never end. How did it come to this? How did we go from being friends to… to enemies? I sat on a rock by the river, staring at the water as it rushed over the stones. The sound used to calm me, but now it was just noise. My heart ached, torn between so many emotions I couldn’t even name them all. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Vikram. His tall figure cast a shadow, and his expression was as serious as ever. “Lucas,” he said, his voice low. “You can’t keep sitting out here fore
Lucas POV I stood outside Emilio's door, feeling really nervous.Ahhh, this is it again.My heart was beating super fast, like it was going to jump out of my chest! I was shivering too, but I wasn't sure if it was because I was cold or just really scared.I knew Emilio was very upset with me. He thought I had done something wrong, and I didn't know how to tell him the truth. I felt terrible because I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, but Emilio didn't believe me.I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I raised my hand and knocked gently on the door. "Emilio, it's me, Lucas," I said softly. My voice sounded really quiet, even to me.At first, there was no answer. I thought maybe Emilio wasn't home, or maybe he was just ignoring me. But then I heard footsteps coming from inside. They sounded really heavy and slow, like Emilio was walking with big, heavy shoes.The footsteps got closer and closer, and then the door opened. Emilio stood there, looking really serious and unhappy. H
Writer's POV “Vikram,” Emilio muttered under his breath, his fangs glinting as he clenched his jaw. “You’ll pay for this.”Earlier, Emilio had returned home to find his parents dead. The gruesome scene was seared into his memory—the lifeless bodies, the blood pooled on the floor, and the hollow silence that followed. But now, as a vampire, his senses were sharper. He could smell Vikram’s scent lingering in the air that night. And Donald Dale’s name had surfaced in whispers among those who thrived in the shadows. Together, they had orchestrated the massacre.Emilio’s rage had been unbearable, driving him to the edge. He had embraced his new nature, using his heightened strength and speed to hunt down clues. It wasn’t long before he confronted Vikram directly. The showdown had been inevitable.“You murdered them!” Emilio roared, his voice echoing through the abandoned warehouse where Vikram now stood. His crimson eyes burned with fury. “And for what? Revenge? Power? Or was it just to s