Emilio's POV “I don't know what to say but I think I'd never do that.”“You think? This is something that happens each and every day.” Mackenzie said. “You might think you're good for now but wait until the day when you're desperate comes. You would know how to be bad. Especially when someone that you know is involved. Particularly someone that you love.”I swallowed as I looked at Mackenzie. It was probably my humanness that attracted Lucas to me. What happens if the humanness is gone. Would Lucas still love me the same way?“Mackenzie—”“—How do you know my name? I never told you that,” she cut in defensively.“I heard your ex call you that before he left.” I said.“Is that so?” She said, a slight smile appearing on her cheeks.“I didn't take you for the kind to eavesdrop on somebody else's conversation.”“Well, I couldn't help it. Vampire hearing, you know?”She smirked.“To you, would that be a good thing or a bad thing?”“None. I'm pretty much in the middle of it if that's what
Emilio's POV “It doesn't matter, Lucas. Because I am what I am now and it's never going to change. Even though I try to keep these instincts at bay, they're still going to exist.” I said and he nodded.“I'm sorry Emilio, if it seems like I'm asking too much of you.”I wiped the corner of my eyes that were brimming with tears.“Don't worry,” Lucas put his arms around me and I smiled.“Thank you for buying so much food and snacks but next time, don't. It won't satisfy me anyway.”Lucas pulled away from the hug and gave me one long look.“You know what, you're right. I should go now and handle family business.”I gave Lucas a nod and he smiled at me before walking out of the room.I gave the foods and snacks he bought and look and then began to open them. I started with the sea boil and took a bite but it was unappetising to me. I had completely changed from who I used to be. Before, this kind of meal would probably push someone like me to the brink but now…My phone beeped and I check
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 “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
Vikram's POV I could feel the fire burning inside me. It was anger, yes, but something more than that. Something darker. The feeling of being left behind, of watching Emilio grow closer to Lucas while I stood on the sidelines, waiting. I had been patient for too long, but that patience had turned into bitterness. And now, it was time for action. With a low chuckle, I turned away from the place where they lived. I could already see them in my mind, their peaceful moments together, their quiet, loving words. The sight made my blood boil. It was too much. I had given them space, had watched from the shadows, but it had gone on long enough. “Enough,” I whispered to myself, a dark grin curling on my lips. The plan had already formed in my mind, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I made my way to the main human city, walking with purpose, each step growing heavier as the weight of my intentions pushed me forward. The streets were empty at this hour, the silence broken only by the soft so
Lucas's POV “I don’t know how to feel about this,” Emilio whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the city.I looked over at him, his face bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. His eyes held a mix of confusion and something else, something I couldn’t quite place.“You don’t have to figure it all out now,” I said, my hand slipping into his. I squeezed it gently, offering whatever comfort I could. “We’re in this together, okay?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, his gaze turned toward the skyline. The city was quiet now, the hustle of the day fading into a calm, peaceful night. The stars sparkled above us, distant and unreachable. It was beautiful, but I knew Emilio wasn’t seeing it the same way I was. I had watched him change. I had seen him go from a scared human to someone with power, someone who was now learning to live in this new world. It hadn’t been easy for him. And every day, I saw how much he missed the family he had lost. But
Lucas's POV The mob was closing in, their fangs sharp and eyes burning with fury. I felt my heart race, my breath quicken. I couldn’t let them hurt Emilio. I wouldn’t let them.I stepped forward, my fists clenched tight. I stood tall, trying to show no fear. “Take me. Leave him alone.”They didn’t stop. They moved in, snarling and growling, their anger thick in the air. I could feel the weight of their hatred pressing down on me. I knew what was coming.But then something happened. A strange power washed over me. I glanced at Emilio. His eyes... they were different. They glowed. And there was something else—power, strong and overwhelming—radiating from him.Emilio took a step forward, calm but intense. His body felt different, stronger, like he wasn’t the same person. He raised his hand, and everything froze. No one moved. Everyone’s eyes turned to him.“What’s happening?” one of them muttered, unsure.Emilio didn’t answer. His gaze shifted to me. I couldn’t describe it, but someth
Lucas POV The vampires surrounded me, their eyes glowing, their fangs sharp. My heart raced. I could feel the heat of their anger, thick in the air. Vikram’s words had done this. They had turned everyone against me. I stood still, my fists clenched, but I didn’t know what to do. A part of me wanted to fight, but I wasn’t sure who I was fighting anymore. Some vampires growled, their eyes fixed on me. One of them stepped forward, his hands tight at his sides. His lips curled back, showing his fangs. “You loved him?” he hissed. I wanted to say something, to explain myself, but the words wouldn’t come. The room felt like it was closing in on me, the pressure too much to bear. I turned my gaze to Vikram, standing just outside the crowd. He looked calm, too calm. Like he was watching a storm unfold that he had started. “You’re a traitor, Lucas,” another vampire growled. “How could you betray your own kind?” I shook my head. I didn’t know how to explain myself. How could I? Ho