Damien stared at her with a slight frown on his face. He wasn't expecting her to react this way. "You don't want to see me?" he asked her, but she sighed and remained silent.She did not respond as her eyes caught the sight of her purse in his hand. "You stole my purse?" she asked, reaching out to take it.Her hand was stopped mid-air by his. His gaze burrowed through her eyes as if taking a look into her soul. He stepped forward, and she instinctively stepped backwards, confusion written all over her."Who hurt you?" he asked her, and she raised an eyebrow at him in puzzlement. She did not understand where he was heading to with his question. He took a handful of her lustrous hair and smiled as he felt its softness in his palm."You don't have the right to touch me!" Avery berated as she glared hard at him. She was angry, infuriated even. Right there, she wanted nothing more but to slap him right across the face.How could he? How could he disappear into thin air like that only to ret
Amber stared at his extended hand for a while before taking it, much to Avery’s relief. However, she quickly withdrew her hand, while not trying to conceal her displeased look. She glanced at Avery with a look that seemed to want to know why she was with Damien.She had always hated the vampires after her father had been killed by one. Ever since then, she always saw them as bad news and threats. Only she knew that she would never trust a single one of them and if given the chance, she would have them go into extinction. Although she hated Damien for being a vampire, she controlled herself to not say horrible things to him, because of her best friend.“Can we go now?” She asked and Avery nodded with a slight smile on her face. She quickly turned around and headed toward her parked car. “Excuse me, but what is he doing?” She couldn’t help but ask as she observed Damien and realized he was following them!“About that, I invited him to my house tonight,” Avery replied, forcing Amber to t
"Thank you," Avery said with a smile as she received a tip from the last customer. Gathering the nearly empty bottles and glassware from the table, she proceeded towards the counter.Her muscles were tense, and she felt fatigued from the demanding workload. She glanced at Jeffrey, who was meticulously wiping a wine glass while wearing a smirk.Having worked tirelessly throughout the day without breaks, Avery noticed that her colleagues would take their lunch breaks while she remained at the bar. Their boss had promised to increase the wages of the employee who demonstrated the most dedication, and Avery needed the additional income.Facing financial constraints at home, Avery intended to restock their food supply from the local grocery store. However, given her current state, she was limited in what she could accomplish."Would you please refrain from staring?" she politely requested, following it with inaudible mumbling that only she could hear, while Jeffrey chuckled to himself. Aver
"What the hell?!" She exclaimed and forcefully pushed Liam away from her. With a bewildered expression, she questioned his actions and instinctively took a step back. For several tense moments, Liam remained silent, his disappointment evident. As he approached her, Avery retreated, her gaze fixed on both Liam and the jar. Confusion clouded Avery's mind as she demanded an explanation, 'Why are you doing this?' A sense of urgency surged through her as she realized it was nearing curfew. She needed to leave before risking arrest by the military. With an imploring look, she locked eyes with Liam. 'Please reconsider,' she pleaded, tightening her grip on the jar. Suddenly, the door burst open behind them, startling them both. Avery's heart leaped, fearing it was a patrolling military guard who had overheard their conversation. Escape seemed impossible, as the government had declared severe consequences for offenders. 'Sir Liam.' Thankfully, it was not a military guard, but Jeffrey! A
The cold barrel of the weapon pressed against Avery's neck, sending a shiver down her spine and causing goosebumps to form on her skin."Do you already know who we are?" The woman inquired before pulling the gun away, gripping Avery's shoulder with a force that threatened to sprain it.Avery gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as numbness spread through her shoulder. She found herself exposed to the rest of the mercenaries, who cast cold glances in her direction.With a rough push from the woman, Avery began to move forward, her mind racing as she searched for an opportunity to escape."Don't attempt anything funny... You won't even twitch before your head is separated from your body," the woman warned, instilling fear in Avery, who swallowed hard in response.She didn't want to meet her demise at the hands of these bloodsuckers, who possessed the speed of a moving car and the strength to demolish buildings with their bare hands."They must be Vampire novices," she pondered. Based on
In a dimly lit room, illuminated by a flickering ceiling light bulb that seemed on the brink of failure, a man with a bag over his head endured the merciless hold of two menacing individuals. They relentlessly submerged his head in a large bathtub filled with water, only to yank him out moments later for further interrogation.The room bore the evidence of their struggle—water pooled on the floor, a result of both his resistance and the dampness of the bag. The man, shirtless and kneeling, bore numerous wounds adorning his chest. As they removed the bag from his head, he gasped for air, coughing in response.The attention of both the captive and his tormentors was captured by the creaking sound of the metal door, announcing the arrival of their superior.A figure dressed in a black overall entered the room, his coal-black eyes piercing the atmosphere. His dark, silky hair and pale complexion added to his striking, yet sinister appearance. His slightly pink lips gave him an air of both
It had been a week since the previous incident, and this time, Avery made a point to rush straight home to avoid any repeat encounters with rogue vampires. She was determined not to fall into another dangerous situation like before, where she had barely managed to survive.Avery was well aware that not all vampires could resist the overwhelming urge to satisfy their thirst for blood. The experience with the mercenaries had left her questioning her initial assumption that they were novices. Their controlled demeanor and restraint in the face of her bleeding had made her doubt their level of experience. They hadn't attempted to pierce her skin with their canines or quench their dried throats with fresh, warm blood.Having apologized to Jeffery for her behavior during their previous encounter, Avery was relieved that he understood the difficult situation she had faced. He graciously accepted her apology, and their relationship had regained a sense of understanding.That particular day, Av
Avery slowly raised her head, delicately moving the strands of hair away from her face. Her gaze locked directly onto the lady, who responded with a warm, friendly smile."Good, there's nothing to be scared of," the lady assured her, squinting her eyes before waving her away.Relieved, Avery sighed as she walked past the other customers and returned to the counter. She was grateful that they hadn't caused any trouble, although she doubted they had simply come to eat."What's happening over there?" Jeffrey asked suspiciously, giving her a questioning look. His gaze shifted back to the guests, but he quickly averted his eyes when he noticed the lady smirking at him."Nothing is going on," Avery reassured him with a forced smile, walking past him and into the kitchen after informing him about the drinks ordered by the guests.Carrying the new orders on a tray in her left hand, she made her way to the guests' table, attempting to maintain a smile. Her legs moved steadily as she approached