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, not when I don't know if he'll leave again. "No," I protested. Lucas's gaze snaps back, surprise flickering across his face. "Why?" he asks. I take a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because I need answers, Lucas. And I need you." Lucas's gaze lingers on mine, searching for something. Then, he exhales, and his expression softens. "I traveled," he admits. "I need time to clear my head." Relieved he's opening up, I nod encouragingly. "Where did you go?" I stared at him intently, he didn't seem like he was going to say but I asked anyway. Lucas smiles mischievously. "Everywhere. Nowhere. Does it matter?" I chuckled at his nonchalance. "I guess not." I like him. I love him. A lot. We settle into a comfortable silence, the tension dissipating. "Your place is... eclectic," Lucas observes, eyeing my art supplies. I grin. "That's one word for it. Others might say chaotic." Lucas teases, "And I thought graphic designers were organized." "Hey, creativity is messy," I defended as I threw my hands in the air trying to capture the whole room in a bid to show my arts. Our banter flows effortlessly, filling the room with laughter. As we talk, I realize how much I've missed him. Our connection strengthens with each shared story. We discover common ground in music, movies, and books. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the same man acting tough a few minutes ago. "Favorite author?" Lucas asked. "Gabriel García Márquez," I replied as I smiled, remembering some of the other authors that I love. Authors like Chinua Achebe who is from Nigeria. An African country. Lucas's eyes light up. "Love One Hundred Years of Solitude." Lucas stands, stretching. "Want to grab some fresh air?" I nod, and we step outside into the crisp night. Our hands brush, rekindling the spark. "Lucas?" I ask. "Yes?" He replied curtly. "Stay tonight." His eyes lock onto mine, searching. Then, a soft smile spreads. "Okay." The air thickens as our eyes meet, the tension between us palpable. "Lucas?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. His gaze intensifies, burning with desire. I take a step closer, my heart pounding in anticipation. Lucas mirrors my move, our lips almost touching. The tension explodes, and we crash into each other. Our lips collide, passion ignites like wildfire. Hands roam, exploring each other's skin. Clothes disappear, shed without hesitation. We both gave in to the burning desire. Desire of the flesh, call it whatever you want. While kissing, we both went back inside the house, I don't know how that was possible but yeah, we did. The room spins, a blur of colors. Pleasure overwhelms, my every nerve alive. **** We lie entwined, basking in the afterglow, when I gently ask, "Lucas, tell me about your family." Maybe this was quite a sensitive topic but I couldn't help but ask. His expression darkens, and his voice cracks as he whispers, "My family was taken from me. They were murdered." I sit up, shocked, and take his hand. "Oh, Lucas, I'm so sorry." He nods, pain etched on his face. "It happened when I was a teenager. The case was never solved." I pull him close, offering comfort. "I'm here for you now. I know I can never relate since I have a complete family but rest assured that I'm here." I was encouraged. Lucas's eyes turn cold, a hint of vulnerability beneath. "No one knows. I've kept it hidden all these years." His eyes got moist but he masked it off with a painful smile. "You're the first person I've told." My heart aches, he saw me as a person with confidence in me. "I'm honored, Lucas. Thank you for trusting me." He looks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "Emilio?" "Yes?" "I'm scared," he admits, his eyes haunted. "Of what?" I ask, my voice soft. "Never mind." He muttered and looked away. As I hop out of bed, Lucas's eyes follow me, his gaze lingering. "Making coffee?" he asks, his voice husky. I nod, heading to the kitchen. Reaching for a knife to slice a lemon, my grip slips. The blade slices through my finger, and I cussed in pain. "What the fuck!" Blood oozes from the cut, and Lucas rushes in, his face pale. "Emilio, dammit!" he exclaims. But instead of concern, his eyes spark with something primal. His pupils dilate, and his breathing quickens. "Lucas?" I ask, uneasy. He's transfixed by the blood, his eyes fixed on the crimson flow. "Lucas, snap out of it!" I shouted. I was a man too but seeing him looking at me like a prey pricks the freaking hell out of me. For an instant, I see a stranger – someone unfamiliar, someone unnerving. A shiver runs down my spine. "Lucas, what the fuck is wrong with you right now?" I asked as I stood upright. This wasn't funny anymore. He shakes his head, his expression was unreadable. "I... I don't know," he stammers. "Sorry, never mind." He added. What's with this 'Nevermind' every now and then? "Don't tell me never mind because I mind, alot." I started and it sounded harsh with a deep baritone voice. Lucas's eyes lock onto mine, burning with an otherworldly intensity. His face contorts, revealing razor-sharp fangs that gleam in the dim light. I try to pull back, but he's too fast, his movements blur. Lucas pinned me on the wall, sinking his fangs into my neck with deadly precision. Pain explodes, followed by a rush of euphoria that clouds my mind. As his hot breath caresses my skin, reality shatters. This isn't love; this isn't passion. This is hunger. The terrifying truth hits me like a tidal wave. Lucas is a vampire. I try to push him away, but Lucas holds tight, his grip unyielding. Feasting on my blood, drinking my life. I'm paralyzed, frozen in horror. I fell for a monster. And now. I'm his prey.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 crazy, yet
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