All Chapters of FOREVER BOUND IN DARKNESS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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 “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 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 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 POV Being a vampire meant I felt things differently. But tonight, the cold seemed to settle in my chest, pressing down on me like a heavy weight. I sat on the stone steps outside the old family house, my mind spinning. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, though I didn’t need to. “Lucas,” my father’s voice still echoed in my head. His words were sharp, like blades. “You know what you have to do. Emilio is the son of Ray. Ray killed your mother. He killed your sister. You must make him pay. Emilio has to die.” But how could I? How could I hurt Emilio, the person I loved more than anything? I buried my face in my hands. “Lucas,” a voice interrupted my thoughts Vikram always had this calm, serious look on his face, but tonight, he looked almost concerned. “What?” I mumbled, not lifting my head. He sat down beside me. “You’re torn. I can see it. But you have to think about your family. Your mother, your sister. They deserve justice.” “Justice?” I snapped, looking up at him. “Is