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( The Quench to His Thirst.)

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By: Radqueen10Six

Synoposis

Evangeline, princess of Ephydia, was promised to Prince Silas of a neighboring kingdom. A political match. A safe future. A dull life.

But Evangeline loved books. Not the kind her tutors gave her. The forbidden ones. Tales of creatures that hunted in the dark. Stories of monsters with faces too beautiful to be human.

She never believed them. Not until the night he came.

ALUCARD
Son of Dracula.
He walked like nobility. Spoke like a gentleman. Dressed like he owned the century. Black tailcoat, waistcoat of midnight silk, cravat tied perfect. Skin pale as moonstone. Hair the color of old gold, falling past his shoulders in waves.

But his eyes… red. Not the red of anger. The red of blood just spilled. And when he smiled, his fangs gleamed sharp and long, made for tearing, not for show.

He had no heart. No mercy. No soul to weigh.
He could end a city with a thought. And call it quiet.

What happens when a girl who dreams of monsters meets one who never sleeps?

★
★
★

CHAPTER 1

In the country of Ephydia
In the palace of Snowinter

Princess Evangeline smiled when her maid told her Prince Silas had arrived. They had been courting for almost a year. Letters. Dances. Promises. It was working.

“How do I look, Sarah?” she asked, turning before the vanity mirror.

“You are the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen, my Princess,” Sarah replied.

Evangeline laughed. “You always know what to say. But look at you, Sarah. You’re beautiful too.”

“Beauty is not in the face, my Princess. It’s a light in the heart. You have that light. And luckily, the God of Beauty gave you this face as well.”

“Oh Sarah, what would I do without you?” Evangeline pressed her hands to her already-red cheeks.

“We must go. Prince Silas is waiting. I’m sure tonight’s dinner will be the best,” Sarah said, smiling.

“Yes… but what do you think Father wants to talk about?” Evangeline stood. Her gown was silk, pale blue, with lace at the sleeves. It pooled on the floor behind her like water. A princess’s life.

She stared at her reflection. Long red hair, straightened and pinned with pearls. Blue eyes bright. Lashes thick. She looked like the kind of girl fairy tales were written for.

“Who knows until you get there,” Sarah replied.

Evangeline nodded and walked out, Sarah following behind. The palace halls were tall and cold. Portraits of old kings watched her pass.

Prince Silas waited at the end of the hall. His mouth opened slightly when he saw her.
“Wow, my love. You look amazingly beautiful,” he said, taking her hand.

“You’re not looking bad either,” Evangeline replied. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

They walked together to the royal dining room. Outside, the sky was turning dark. Lanterns lit along the walls.

The King and Queen were already seated. Evangeline was their only daughter. The future of Ephydia.

“Your Highness,” Evangeline and Silas bowed together.

“You’re late,” the Queen said.

“I’m sorry, Mother. It was my fault. I took too long dressing,” Evangeline said.

King Alexander smiled. “You look so beautiful, my Princess.”

“Thank you, Father.” Evangeline and Silas sat.

★

“I’ll see you in the morning, Princess,” Silas said later, stopping at her door.

“Thank you,” she smiled shyly.

“Goodnight, my love.” He kissed her lips once, then left with a palace guard toward the guest wing.

Evangeline fell onto her bed, heart racing. Being with the one you love felt like flying.

“Why is my lady so happy?” Sarah asked, working the laces of her gown.

“Father wants us to marry soon. Am I not the luckiest girl in the world?” Evangeline sighed happily.

“Of course you are. Marrying someone who loves you back… that’s rare, my lady.”

“Thank you, Sarah. I can’t wait.”

They moved to the bathing room. Steam rose from the copper tub.

“I don’t want to stress you too much, Sarah. Let me wash myself tonight,” Evangeline said, stepping into the water.

“If I leave, I’m abandoning my duty, milady. Maybe I love being stressed,” Sarah replied. Evangeline laughed.

After her bath, after her nightgown and robe, Sarah bid her goodnight and left.

Evangeline picked up a book from her table. She loved reading about creatures that weren’t supposed to be real. Vampires. Wraiths. Things that drank blood and lived forever.

“Gosh, I wish I could stop this wicked vampire,” she muttered as she read. “How can he kill so ruthlessly? Good thing it only happens in novels.”

She read until her eyes grew heavy. Then she slept.

★

In a cloaked part of Ephydia, a castle stood that no map showed. Black stone. No windows. Towers like broken teeth.

Trevor rushed down the stairs, checking rooms. All empty.
“Not again,” he muttered. He ran upstairs and stopped at a heavy oak door. He knocked softly.

“Trevor, come in,” a small voice said.

“Any problem?” Camila asked. She looked twenty, maybe. But her eyes were old. Tired. She was over 75 years.

“We have a problem,” Trevor said.

“Tell me.”

“The Lord has disappeared again.”

“What?!” Camila stood fast. “For God’s sake. Men always act like children.”

★

Evangeline slept deeply. Then the cold hit her. A wild breeze moved over her skin. She froze.

She opened her eyes. The window was wide open. The lamp was out. Power gone.

“Sarah closed this window last night… how did it open?” She got up and walked to close it. The midnight air bit her skin.
“Damn… it’s so cold.”

She shut the window and turned back to her bed. Her head hit something solid. Not a wall. Not the bedpost.

“What’s happening to me?” She touched her head, then looked up.

Red eyes. Like fire. Like hell.

She screamed and fell to the floor.
“Ahhhh!!!!!!”

She scrambled to the lamp and lit it with shaking hands. Then she saw him.

What was he? A monster?

He stood tall. Over six feet. Aristocratic, from another century. Black tailcoat lined with red silk. Waistcoat buttoned high. Cravat white as bone. Gloves on his hands. Boots polished to a mirror shine.

His face was perfection carved in ice. High cheekbones. Sharp jaw. Pale skin with no blemish. His lips were full, but cold. His hair was long, blonde, and fell past his shoulders like melted gold.

But his eyes… blood red. And his mouth… open just enough to show them. Fangs. Long. Sharp. Curved like a predator’s.

No shadow behind him. No reflection in the mirror by the door.

‘Is he a ghost?’ she thought, panting hard.

He moved closer.

“Please don’t come closer… please,” she whispered.

He removed the hood from his head slowly. The candlelight caught his face. Perfect. Inhuman. Terrifying.

She had read enough books.
‘It’s a vampire,’ she realized, eyes locking on his canine teeth.

“Please don’t hurt me… please,” she begged, tears falling.

He stopped walking. His red eyes shifted to grey. The fangs pulled back. He looked human again. Just for a second.

He was taller than her. The most beautiful, and most dangerous thing she had ever seen.

Then he turned. No sound. No door opened. He walked straight through the wall and vanished.

Evangeline breathed out… and fainted.

NEXT DAY

Sarah helped Evangeline dress the next morning. She was quiet. Pale. Not herself.

“My Princess, guess what was reported to the King this morning. I think your novel fantasies are coming true,” Sarah said, trying to smile.

“What?” Evangeline looked up.

“Two town guards came with a report. About ten people found dead in their homes last night.”

“What? What happened to them?”

“I don’t fully understand… but they said their blood was sucked dry. By an animal.” Sarah lowered her voice. “Do you think it’s a vampire?”

Evangeline stood, then dropped back onto the couch.

“A… a… vampire?”

It couldn’t be a dream. Not after what she saw last night.

TBC

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(The Quench to His Thirst)

Written by Radqueen10Six

Chapter 2

(Cloaked Mansion)

Alucard swooped into his room through the window with inhuman speed, his blonde hair catching the first rays of morning light as they spilled across the stone floor. The air around him still carried the scent of night, iron, and something older.

“My Lord, where have you been?” Trevor was already waiting inside, arms crossed, worry etched into his face.

“I didn’t recruit you to babysit me,” Alucard replied, voice soft and calm, each word precise like a blade.

“My Lord, just because you have the rare ability to walk in daylight without being burned alive doesn’t mean you should—”

“Get out, Trevor.” Alucard began unbuttoning his coat, movements unhurried and deliberate.

Trevor bowed and left without another word. He knew better than to argue.

After Trevor left, Alucard sat in the high-backed chair at the corner of his chamber. Silence wrapped around him like a second skin as his thoughts drifted back to the night before, back to the palace, back to her.

“Evangeline…” he whispered, and the name felt like a temptation he had no right to taste.

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Evangeline sat with Silas in the palace gazebo, a porcelain cup of tea cooling untouched between her hands. Her mind had been hazy since she heard about the vampires, torn between denial and a fear she couldn’t name.

“…Isn’t that right, my love?” Prince Silas asked, watching her closely.

Evangeline snapped back to reality. “Um… huh?”

“My Princess, you’ve been acting strange. Is everything alright? Is it because of the killings done by those blood-sucking demons?” Worry shadowed his handsome face.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Evangeline said quickly, gaslighting herself more than him. “We aren’t sure yet. It could be a wild beast, or—”

She didn’t want to believe. Not yet.

“My Princess, they found fang marks on the necks of the victims, and their blood was completely drained,” Silas argued, voice rising.

“But no one saw it happen—”

“Evangeline! This is not one of your nonsense novels. I saw the dead bodies with my own eyes. I know what I saw!” Silas’s voice cracked with frustration.

Evangeline’s eyes watered. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I can’t believe you’re standing up for them!”

“I’m not. I… I… I—”

“That’s enough for today. I have a meeting to attend.” And with that, Silas stood abruptly without even kissing her hand or offering her comfort.

---

Evangeline cried in her room later, Sarah’s arms wrapped around her as she sobbed into her maid’s lap.

“I didn’t mean to annoy him,” Evangeline wept.

“I know, my Princess, I know,” Sarah murmured, stroking her hair. “But if I may speak freely, you’ve always had the tendency to doubt what your eyes see.”

“He yelled at me, Sarah. He yelled!” Evangeline cried like a child.

Knock, knock.

“The King has ordered a meeting,” a guard’s voice called from the hallway.

Sarah helped Evangeline to her feet. “Come. The King has summoned everyone to the council hall.”

Evangeline’s stomach tightened. “Everyone?”

Sarah nodded grimly. “The deaths have frightened the entire city.”

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The council hall buzzed with nervous voices. Nobles stood in clusters whispering among themselves while soldiers lined the walls with grim, unblinking expressions.

When Evangeline entered beside Sarah, the conversations died instantly. King Alexander stood at the head of the chamber, his face aged and drawn, looking older than he had just yesterday. Beside him sat Queen Helena, fingers twisted tightly together. Prince Silas stood nearby, and the moment he saw Evangeline, he hurried toward her.

“My love,” he said softly, voice gentler now. “You look exhausted.”

Evangeline managed a small smile. “I’m well.”

His hand squeezed hers briefly. “You should rest after the meeting.”

A strange, guilty feeling stirred inside her. Silas was handsome. Kind. Everything a future king should be. Yet when she looked into his eyes, she felt nothing compared to the terror and fascination she had felt staring into those crimson ones. The realization shamed her.

“Let us begin,” King Alexander announced, and the room fell silent.

“Last night, ten citizens were found dead.” A murmur rippled through the hall. “Their bodies showed no signs of struggle. Only two wounds were discovered.” The King touched two fingers to his own neck. Silence followed, heavy and uneasy.

Then one elderly lord laughed nervously. “Surely wolves.”

Several others quickly agreed. “Wild animals.” “Bandits.” “Some strange illness.”

The King did not look convinced. Neither did the captain of the guard beside him.

“The victims were inside locked homes,” the captain said.

The room went silent again. No one had an answer for that.

Evangeline felt ice slide down her spine because she knew. Or at least she thought she knew. A memory surfaced unbidden: red eyes, white fangs, a pale face emerging from darkness.

“We have doubled patrols throughout the city,” the captain continued. “No one is to walk alone after sunset.”

The nobles immediately began protesting. “What nonsense.” “This is unnecessary.” “We cannot imprison our own citizens.”

The King raised a hand, and the room quieted instantly. “My decision is final.” No one argued further.

---

That evening, the palace felt different. The halls seemed darker, the shadows longer, as if night had decided to arrive early. Every servant moved faster than usual. Every guard gripped his weapon a little tighter. Fear had entered Snowinter Palace, and fear was difficult to remove once invited inside.

---

Evangeline sat by her window with a book open on her lap, though she hadn’t turned the page in nearly twenty minutes. She wasn’t reading. She was thinking. Her thoughts drifted from Silas to what her father had said in the hall.

She had never seen her father terrified like that before.

Outside, the sun slowly disappeared behind distant mountains. Night was coming.

A knock sounded. “Enter.”

The door opened and Prince Silas stepped inside, carrying a single white rose.

“For you.”

Evangeline looked surprised. She hadn’t been expecting him. “Umm… thank you.”

He sat beside her, and for several moments neither spoke. Then Silas sighed. “Today has not been the brightest day, has it?”

He offered her a small smile.

“Yeah,” she replied quietly, looking away.

“Eva,” he called, taking her hand. The gesture made her cheeks burn, though she kept her face turned to hide the blush.

“I’m sorry about my actions earlier.

I have nothing to justify what I said and did. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.

You’re so kind and sweet, you even want to give the vampires the benefit of the doubt, and that’s what I love about you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“I know you’re scared too. I’m sorry.”

Silas studied her carefully, then lowered his voice. “When I become your husband, you won’t have to fear anything.”

The sincerity in his voice touched her. Evangeline’s head was still turned away; she didn’t know what to say.

Before she could respond, Silas gently turned her face toward him and leaned in, ready to kiss her when—

BANG!

The windows flew open violently and a harsh, freezing wind rushed in.

Both of them jumped. The room temperature dropped instantly, terribly cold.

Evangeline’s heart stopped because she recognized that cold. The same cold from last night. The same cold that had entered before he appeared.

Silas rose and approached the glass.

“Storm clouds,” he frowned.

“Odd.” But the sky outside was perfectly clear.

Not a single cloud. Yet the cold remained.

Evangeline gripped the arms of her chair, her pulse thundering.

' No. No. No. Please don’t come back. Not tonight. Not while Silas was here.'

The feeling lingered for several moments before finally fading.

The temperature slowly returned to normal. Silas turned around.

“You look terrified.”

Evangeline forced a smile. “I think I need rest.”

Concern filled his face. “Of course.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well.”

After he left, Evangeline locked her door. Then she locked it again. And again. Three times, just to be sure.

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Midnight arrived.

The palace slept. Moonlight spilled across the floor of Evangeline’s chamber.

She lay awake beneath her blankets, trying to convince herself that nothing would happen.

Maybe she was just being paranoid.

Yes. Perhaps she had imagined everything. Perhaps fear had twisted her dreams into something monstrous.

Slowly, she began to relax. Then—

Tap.

Her eyes opened. A sound had come from the window. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Evangeline sat upright, her heart pounding. The sound came again, as though someone stood outside asking permission to enter. But that was impossible. Her room was on the fourth floor. No human could stand outside her window. No human.

The tapping stopped. Silence returned. For one hopeful second, she thought it was over. Then a voice spoke.

“Princess.”

A man’s voice. Low and smooth. Coming from outside the glass.

Evangeline froze, every muscle locked. “Princess,” the voice came again.

Fear urged her to stay in bed. Curiosity urged her to move. Curiosity won. Slowly, trembling, she approached the window. Moonlight illuminated the balcony beyond. Empty. No one stood there. Her pulse raced. Had she imagined the voice?

Then she looked up and nearly screamed.

A man was standing upside down on the palace wall above her window, as though gravity meant nothing. Long golden hair drifted in the wind. A black coat fluttered behind him. Crimson eyes gleamed beneath the moon.

He smiled, slowly, deliberately. Evangeline gasped when she saw something inhuman.

Her lamp fell to the floor and the only light left was the pale glow of the moon.

She knew she was supposed to scream, but the beautiful face in front of her clouded her thoughts.

“Good evening, Evangeline,” he said, and her breath caught. The vampire knew her name.

“I’ve come into your room without permission,” Alucard continued, as if reading her thoughts. “Vampires don’t need permission to enter someone’s home. That’s a myth.” He chuckled, looking at her shocked face.

His eyes darted to the books on her bed. He picked one up. “Hmm… _The Vampire’s Dark Secret._” He chuckled once more. “You love dark fantasy.”

“Who… are you?” Princess Evangeline managed to ask.

“Pardon my manners, Princess,” Alucard turned away with a graceful bow. “I am Alucard. Son of Dracula.”

Evangeline gasped. She had read about Alucard in forbidden texts.

Alucard moved closer and Evangeline panicked. She grabbed the cross she’d gotten from the church and the small vial of holy water, sprinkling it toward him.

“You’re making a mess, Princess,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Holy water doesn’t work on me, Princess.”

“Stay back!” Evangeline moved away until her back hit the wall.

“Your blood smells so sweet, Princess Evangeline,” Alucard murmured as he trapped her between the wall and his body. “Mind if I have a taste, Princess Evangeline?”

He held her neck gently. His face buried in the crook of her neck, and without her permission, he sank his fangs into her.

“Ahh…” Evangeline gasped.

'Why am I not feeling pain? Why am I not thrashing? What is this feeling?'

An inexplicable, traitorous pleasure began to bloom beneath the fear.

“You’re running hot, Princess. You’re enjoying this,”

Alucard whispered between sips.

“Such a dirty princess.” He smiled against her skin.

He felt Evangeline’s body go limp in his arms.

“I seem to have drunk more blood than I intended,” he said, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Now, Princess… shall I take you with me?”

TBC

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(The Quench to his Thirst)

Written by Radqueen10Six

Chapter 3

Next day

“Milady…” Sarah knocked, soft at first, then with growing urgency.

“Milady, it’s almost noon. You have piano lessons with Madam Louis,” Sarah called through the heavy oak door, her voice trembling.

No answer.

“My lady?”

Sarah knocked harder, panic crawling up her throat. When silence answered her again, she pressed her ear to the door and heard nothing. Not breathing. Not movement. Nothing.

Her blood ran cold.

She sprinted down the corridor, her slippers slapping against stone, and grabbed the nearest guards. “Break it down! Now!”

The door splintered under their combined force. Sarah rushed in, heart hammering, only to be met with her greatest fear: Princess Evangeline was nowhere in the room.

The bed was untouched. The window was shut. Her slippers still sat by the fireplace like she’d only stepped out for a moment. But Evangeline herself had vanished into thin air.

Sarah searched every corner, threw open wardrobes, checked beneath the bed, her voice cracking as she screamed her name. But the princess was gone.

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Snowinter Palace descended into chaos.

Bells tolled through the city. Guards in silver armor poured through every gate. Servants whispered in terrified clusters. Word spread faster than fire: The princess is missing.

King Alexander stood in the war room, face carved from stone, but his hands trembled as he gave the order. “Send my finest men. Tear this kingdom apart if you must, but bring my daughter back.”

Hundreds of soldiers marched out before dusk, torches lighting the streets as if daylight could chase away the fear.

Queen Helena collapsed the moment she heard the news. Her precious daughter. Her only child. She was carried to her chambers, pale and unresponsive, while the palace maids wept quietly in the halls.

Night was approaching, and the princess was still nowhere to be found.

This time, it wasn’t just the palace that trembled. The entire kingdom held its breath.

---

Meanwhile…

Evangeline tossed and turned on a bed that felt like ice. The sheets were silk, but cold as a tomb. Her throat burned, her body ached, and her mind was fogged with half-remembered dreams.

“Hah!” She jolted awake, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Oh… it was all a drea—”

“I wondered how long it would take you to wake up.”

Evangeline flinched so hard her heart nearly stopped. She scrambled back against the headboard, eyes wide.

Alucard sat beside her, bare-chested, golden hair spilling over his shoulders like molten light. He looked more beautiful than sin should ever be allowed. The candlelight traced every line of his chest, every shadow that spoke of centuries and death.

Evangeline tore her gaze away, cheeks burning crimson. “I… It’s… You’re not supposed to be naked in a lady’s room that isn’t your wife,” she stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, really?” Alucard chuckled, low and amused. He leaned back slightly, completely unbothered by her panic. “If I make you my wife, does that mean I can be naked anytime I want around you?”

Her face exploded with heat. She grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “Get out of my room, pervert!”

Alucard caught it effortlessly with one hand, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “I am in my room,” he said simply, tossing the pillow aside.

Evangeline froze, her hands still mid-air. She blinked, then slowly turned her head.

This wasn’t her room.

The walls were draped in deep red velvet. Black marble pillars stretched toward a ceiling painted with scenes of war and blood. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center, its curtains the color of dried wine. The air smelled of iron and old roses.

“Where am I?!” Panic clawed at her chest.

Her eyes dropped to her own body. She wore an oversized, long-sleeved black shirt that swallowed her frame. It slid off one shoulder, revealing skin that still bore the faint marks of his bite.

Her panic doubled. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Just this shirt. Nothing more.

Instinct screamed at her to run. She bolted from the bed toward the heavy door, bare feet slapping against cold stone.

“It’s locked,” Alucard said calmly, standing up from the bed without a hint of hurry.

Evangeline pounded her fists against the wood, but no sound came out. It was as if the door swallowed her desperation whole.

She spun around, breath hitching—only to come face-to-face with Alucard’s bare chest.

Kabe-don.

He’d trapped her between the door and himself in a heartbeat. He stood tall over her, his hair brushing her forehead as her face ended up pressed against the hard plane of his lower chest. She could hear his heartbeat. Slow. Controlled. Inhuman.

This was the first time she’d seen a real vampire this close, in daylight, without a weapon between them. And this one… this one was nothing like the monsters in her books. He was terrifying. He was beautiful. He was everything she’d been taught to fear and everything she couldn’t stop staring at.

“I can hear your heart beating,” Alucard murmured, his voice a dark caress. “And your temperature is rising. Tell me, princess… are you aroused by the sight of me?”

Evangeline shoved weakly at his chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be scared that you’re with something that could kill you right now by draining your blood?”

His hand slid into her hair, fingers gentle but unyielding. He tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be scared?” he echoed, lips curving.

He moved her rich red hair aside, his breath ghosting over her skin. “I’m quite thirsty,” he said, his eyes trailing slowly from her neck down to her bare legs, burning a bright, predatory red.

Evangeline snapped back to reality as she saw those eyes. “Wait— Ouch!”

Pain flashed through her neck as his fangs sank in.

The world tilted. His mouth left her neck for a heartbeat, and she felt his lips trail down her collarbone, down her chest, each touch sending a shiver through her that had nothing to do with fear.

“What… what are you doing…” she quivered, the sensation too much, too overwhelming.

Above her breast, he sank his fangs in again.

This time, it didn’t hurt as much. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all. A warm, dizzying sensation spread through her veins, pulling her under like warm water. Her head grew hazy. Her limbs felt weightless.

Alucard carried her up without breaking his hold, his face still buried against her skin. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and laid her gently on the massive bed behind them.

Evangeline POV

My body went rigid the moment his fangs pierced me again. But it didn’t hurt this time. Instead, a warm, intoxicating sensation flooded me as my blood flowed into his mouth. My vision blurred. My thoughts scattered. I wasn’t sure where I was anymore.

I felt my legs leave the ground, and then my back pressed into something soft. The mattress dipped under his weight.

I felt his hands trail up my legs, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me.

His fingers were moving upward…

Wait. What?

Reality crashed back like ice water. Evangeline shoved at his chest with all her strength. “S-Stay away!” she screamed, voice cracking.

Alucard paused, looking down at her with something dangerously close to displeasure. His eyes had darkened to blood.

Before she could even process what was happening, both her wrists were pinned above her head in a grip she couldn’t break. Alucard hovered above her, his golden hair falling like a curtain around them, his eyes now blazing a bright, feral red.

Her heart skipped. But this time, not in excitement. In fear.

His fangs looked longer now. Sharper. More monstrous than before.

“You will not deny me, Evangeline,” he said, voice dropping to something low and commanding that vibrated through her bones. “I will do to you whatever I desire. YOU ARE MINE NOW. Blood and flesh.”
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And with that, the monster in front of her sank his large fangs into her neck once more, and the world went dark around the edges.

TBC
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From: Star Esther’s Library 📚

Written by Radqueen10Six

MUSIC 59

Nana.

Thanks to Derek, he thought he would stay at his parents’ place till tomorrow.

Unfortunately, God decided to punish him with hunger instead of him punishing the rest of us with it.

Because as far as I am concerned, I am not cooking for any proud fool in this house.

I measured out some rice and salt, rinsed it, then poured it into boiling water to cook.

I dropped a few pieces of raw chicken into another pot to boil as well.

I plugged in the electric blender and blended pepper with onions.

When the mix looked right for stew, I poured it into a separate pot and let it boil for a few minutes.

Then I added a little of the chicken stock before adding the chicken, and covered the pot.

When the rice was done, I drained it and covered it properly to keep it warm.

Then I fried the stew until it turned into the thick, rich stew I wanted.

I was cooking for all of us, but I was determined to make him beg before he got even a taste.

Just as I finished cooking, cleaning, and arranging everything, I heard the kitchen door open.

I thought it was my friend, so I turned around. It was Derek, closing the door behind him.

I turned away fast before he could catch me staring.

“I never knew a poor thing like you could cook something that smells this good,” he said, chuckling softly.

Please, just say you want to eat, I thought, rolling my eyes.

“Who knows, maybe the food is infected,” he said.

“And I never said I was cooking for you,” I replied, matching his rudeness with mine.

“But why would you? It’s my money that bought everything in this kitchen,” he said.

Here we go again, Mr. Rich Boy, I thought, wiping down the sink.

“Of course, Mr. Rich Boy. I know. But I don’t want you getting contaminated. Remember, I’m poor,” I said, giving him a fake smile.

“Did you really sleep with Nicholas and my brother?” he asked after a long silence.

“If you want to know, go and ask them instead of bothering me with the same question for almost a week,” I said.

I picked up the plates and dishes and walked out, leaving him speechless in the kitchen.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard his stomach growl for my food.

If only he could swallow his pride and beg for it, I thought as I stepped out.

“Who’s cooking?” the boys asked from the entrance, making me look up from the dining table.

“Will you all hurry up before your lunch goes cold?” I said, ignoring their questions.

They all walked into the dining room, including Derek, who acted like nothing happened.

I started serving everyone and deliberately skipped him.

I wanted to see what he would do. Today, I was going to annoy him until he fired me.

MUSIC 60

Nana.

“Will you all hurry up before your lunch goes cold?” I said, ignoring their questions.

They all walked in, including Derek, who pretended nothing was wrong.

I served everyone and intentionally skipped him.

I wanted him to do his worst today. I was going to push him until he terminated my contract.

I took my plate of food and sat right beside him.

I picked up my spoon and started eating, chewing loudly just to irritate him.

My mind drifted back to what happened earlier at his family house.

I wondered why he treated his stepmother that way.

Even his sister was kind to her. But not Derek. He kept insulting her.

He didn’t even hide it from me, a stranger in their home for the first time.

Is that how he always is, or was that just for me?

I am going to invite Lucas to my room and ask him what is wrong with Derek.

I hope he tells me, because it looks like he is already taking Derek’s orders too.

I was lost in my thoughts when someone slammed the table. My spoon fell from my hand.

I froze, shocked and scared by what was happening.

“Nana, where is Derek’s food?” Bobby, his personal dog, asked.

I call him that because that is exactly what he does. If Derek snaps his finger, Bobby figures out what it means.

“Oh, he already ate in the kitchen before you all came, so don’t worry about him,” I said.

Right on cue, his stomach growled loudly.

I picked up a chicken drumstick, tore into it, and started eating.

He kept staring at me as if the chicken would fall into his plate, one hand on his stomach.

But his pride wouldn’t let him say the only words that mattered, which was I am sorry.

He dragged his chair back loudly, stood up with his phone, and walked away.

I watched him until he started walking like a man about to collapse.

No one else could see him the way I could. Only those of us at my side of the table did.

It hurt to watch him walk like that. But what would it cost him to drop his pride for a few seconds and eat before he made himself sick?

I pushed my chair back, stood up, took my food and his, and walked to his room.

Yes, I know. I should not be doing this. But I am not as cruel as he is.

I know how ulcers work. My friend has one. I do not want him to go through that.

He might not be strong. His body might not be as tough as ours.

I knocked, but there was no answer.

I knocked again. Still nothing. So I opened the door.

The moment I did, my hand flew to my mouth and I screamed.

MUSIC 61

Nana.

I knocked, waited, got no answer, knocked again, and opened the door.

The second I saw him, my hand went to my mouth and I screamed.

Derek was on the floor, clutching his stomach, trying to crawl toward his refrigerator.

Maybe he really wanted those leftovers. There were cakes and biscuits in there.

I dropped the tray on a stool and rushed to him.

He could have said sorry. It would not have cost him his money, his followers, or his age.

I shook my head and helped him onto the bed.

He did not even complain that I was holding him.

I laid him down gently and fixed his pillow.

When I tried to stand, he would not let go.

I tried again. He held me tighter. Since he would not release me, I lay back against him.

“Why won’t you let go?” I asked, but he only buried his face in my neck.

“What happened to him?” Bobby’s voice came from the doorway, making me turn.

Derek let go of my waist immediately.

I had to bite back a laugh.

“I think he lied about eating the food in the kitchen,” I said quickly to cover for him, knowing he could not say anything.

“I didn’t,” Derek started, but I cut him off by touching his forehead.

I leaned down like I was adjusting his second pillow.

“If you tell them I did not feed you, I will tell them you were cuddling me a few minutes ago,” I whispered in his ear, then straightened up.

“I think someone should feed him. He cannot do it himself,” I said, turning to leave and put on my shoes.

“No, you should feed him,” Bobby said, and the others agreed and left.

I had no idea what Derek had done behind my back to make them say that.

I turned to see him smirking at me. “What?” I asked.

“Come and feed me, or watch me die,” he said, pouting like a child.

Is he serious? I thought, staring at him in disbelief.

If he wants to die, let him. I am not the one who will lose my career.

“If you want to die, then die,” I said and turned to walk out.

“There is a CCTV camera in here. If I die, my dad will hunt you and your family down,” he said.

I sighed in defeat. Only God knows how much I hate people like him.

To be continued.

What do you think she saw?