EPISODE 6
Dahlia's eyes were wide with fear as she stared at the death threat scrawled on the car windshield. Her mind raced with terror, her heart pounding in her chest. She was the last person anyone would want to hurt, always kind and non-confrontational. But now, she was a target.
She struggled to get into the car, her legs trembling like a leaf. The ride home was silent, Dahlia unable to utter a word. Her mind was reeling with thoughts of who could be behind this sinister threat.
As they arrived at her house, Richard opened the door, concern etched on his face. "Do you need anything?" he asked, but Dahlia just shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Not even water," she whispered bitterly, her voice cracking with emotion.
Richard suggested getting her some blood from the hospital storage, but Dahlia declined, lying down on the couch, feeling defeated and vulnerable.
Richard sat opposite her, his eyes narrowed in thought, determined to uncover who was behind the threat. His mind raced with possibilities, but one thing was certain - he would do everything in his power to protect Dahlia from harm.
*
As the steamy shower enveloped Anthon's chiseled body, the sound of water droplets hitting the tile floor was the only reprieve from the intensity of the night before. Harrison's bed, once a sanctuary, now lay in disarray, a testament to the passion that had ravaged it. The world outside might think Harrison was a ladies' man, but little did they know, his heart belonged to Anthon, his current sex partner.
The marathon of desire had left them both breathless, their love a flame that burned brighter with every passing night. Harrison's eyes closed, his mind replaying the moments they had shared, the way Anthon's touch had set his soul ablaze. The world might try to label him, but Harrison knew his truth - he was gay, and he had never been more certain of it than in Anthon's embrace.
Harrison's mind wandered to his brother's likely opinion on his sexuality, a skepticism that Harrison knew all too well. Richard would probably think it's stupid, a facade to get attention or deflect from his wealth. But Harrison knew the truth, that his sexuality was genuine, and their mother's acceptance was a beacon of hope. He recalled how Richard's ex-girlfriends would cling to him for his fortune, and how Harrison's pretend affairs with them were a clever ruse to shield his brother from their grasp even though Richard never seemed to understand that.
Harrison's eyes fluttered closed, his mind replaying the moment he chose Anthon from the list of new recruits. He remembered the raised eyebrows, the whispers, and his own flippant remark about Anthon's "sharp butt." But what they didn't know was that Harrison had seen something more in Anthon, a spark that ignited a fierce passion that night. As he recalled the way Anthon's body had responded to his touch, Harrison's thoughts unexpectedly drifted to Dahlia, her smile illuminating his mind like a beacon. The memory was a jolt of electricity, leaving him breathless and wanting more.
"What's wrong with me?" he wondered, his body craving her presence since the moment he left her house. But before he could delve deeper, Anthon emerged from the bathroom, his chiseled physique wrapped in a tantalizing towel. Harrison's gaze was drawn to him like a magnet, Anthon's seductive stance leaving him breathless.
"Aren't you cold?" Harrison asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anthon's smile was his answer, his eyes gleaming with desire. "How can I be when you're here?" he said, his voice husky.
Anthon's heart skipped a beat as Harrison bridged the distance between them. He was taken aback by his own feelings, surprised by the depth of his emotions for his team leader. It wasn't just about sex; he was falling for Harrison, hard.
But Harrison's distant behavior hadn't gone unnoticed. "Babe, you haven't said much since you got here," Anthon said, his voice wrapped with concern. "You didn't even look at me...at all."
Harrison's gaze snapped back to Anthon, his eyes locking onto his. "I did," he said, his voice low and husky.
Anthon's smile was a challenge. "No, you didn't."
Harrison's apology was swift, his eyes burning with intensity. "Fine. I'm sorry."
As he stepped closer, Anthon's back hit the wall, his eyes fixed on Harrison's. The air was electric, Harrison's aura intimidating yet irresistible. "What can I do to make it up to you then?" Harrison asked, his hands cradling Anthon's jaw.
Anthon's voice was tinged with a hint of jealousy, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "That girl you asked me to find, Dahlia...who is she to you?"
Harrison's nonchalant response only fueled the fire, "Oh, she's just my brother's girlfriend."
Anthon's mind raced with doubts, recalling the rumors of Harrison's conquests, how he'd charm his way into Richard's girlfriends' beds, only to reveal his true sexuality, leaving them heartbroken. Was he trying to do the same with Dahlia?
Harrison's gaze locked onto Anthon's, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why are you so worried about that?" he asked, his hands snaking around Anthon's waist, pulling him close.
Anthon's face flushed with surprise, his body responding to Harrison's bold move. "Instead of asking about Dahlia, why don't you ask about me?" Harrison whispered, his lips inches from Anthon's.
Anthon's voice was barely audible, his eyes fixed on Harrison's, "What are you doing?"
Harrison's smile was his only answer, his hands roaming over Anthon's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "What do you mean? We could just go for round two," Harrison suggested, his eyes gleaming with desire. Their bodies were entwined, their hearts racing in unison, the passion between them simmering like a pot about to boil over.
Lucita stormed towards Dahlia's house, her feet pounding the pavement with a sense of urgency. Her mind raced with a singular focus - to put an end to the dangerous game once and for all. If Dahlia succumbed to Richard's theriovore lifestyle by refusing human blood and instead feeding on animal blood, the vampire community would have no choice but to eliminate them both. Lucita's eyes narrowed, her determination burning brighter with every step. She was the only one who could save the day, and she knew it.
With a deep breath, she burst into the room, her presence sudden and intentional. But instead of finding the scene she expected, she was met with a shocking sight - Dahlia's head resting on Richard's thigh, their bodies entwined in a peaceful slumber. Lucita's eyes widened, her mind reeling with the implications. She had underestimated the situation, and now she was faced with a new reality. The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the soft rhythm of their snores. Lucita's heart raced, her next move hanging precariously in the balance.
Lucita's eyes blazed with fury as she thought, "How dare this bitch?"
She made her way to Dahlia's kitchen and her hand instinctively reached for the knife on the counter, her mind racing with a singular focus - to destroy Dahlia. The rusty blade seemed meager against the supernatural forces she was up against, but she was desperate. As she crept towards the living room, her heart pounded in her chest. But before she could strike, Dahlia stirred, and Richard's eyes snapped open. The door creaked, and Lucita's chance at vengeance vanished. With a swift glance, she spotted the open window and leapt into the night, the darkness swallowing her whole.
Richard's head whipped around, his senses on high alert. He laid Dahlia down, his eyes scanning the room for the source of the noise. The kitchen seemed to be the epicenter, and he strode towards it with a mix of caution and curiosity. As he turned back towards Dahlia, a figure in a red robe materialized, its face obscured by shadows.
"Vampire!" he hissed, his eyes fixed on the door as he sprinted towards it. But Dahlia's sudden grip on his hand was unyielding, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Where are you going?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.
Richard's gaze darted back to the door, his heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. But the mysterious figure was nowhere to be seen. He forced a casual tone, "I was just going to, uh, lock the door." But Dahlia's eyes saw right through him.
"Why is it open?" she pressed, her grip on his hand tightening.
Richard's mind raced for a plausible excuse. "I, uh, went out for some fresh air and forgot to lock it when I came back in." But Dahlia's eyes remained skeptical.
Just then, her eyes lit up with a different kind of hunger. "Oh, I'd love to go out too," she said, her voice dripping with longing. "Why?" Richard asked, his eyes narrowing warily.
Dahlia's hand drifted to her belly, her eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. "I'm starving, and I haven't fed since morning." Her gaze seemed to bore into Richard's very soul, as if she was craving something far more sinister than a mere snack.
"Let's try the theriovore approach I mentioned," Richard suggested, his eyes locked on the locked door, the mysterious figure in the robe still on his mind.
Dahlia's face contorted in distaste. "You mean feeding on animal blood or hospital blood?"
Richard nodded, his expression serious. "Exactly. I've been surviving on animal blood, and it's allowed me to maintain control. Working in the ER, I'm constantly surrounded by blood and wounds, so I've learned to keep my thirst in check."
Dahlia's gaze narrowed. "But doesn't drinking human blood heighten our powers?"
Richard's voice was laced with caution. "It does, but it also makes us insatiable. Once you start, you can't stop. I've seen it happen."
Dahlia's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. "I've drunk human blood, and I only crave it when I'm extremely hungry. But my senses aren't heightened like yours."
Richard's eyes probed hers. "You mean you can't partially shift?"
Dahlia's nod was curt. "Whatever it's called, I can't do it. And the thought of feeding on animal blood turns my stomach."
Richard's expression softened. "I understand. The thought of drinking human blood does the same to me."
Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. Hospital blood was a compromise, a safer alternative to direct human blood. But Richard knew the distinction was blurred, and he needed to tread carefully.
"Suit yourself," Richard said with a shrug.
"Can we go now?" Dahlia asked, her voice husky with impatience.
Richard's gaze roamed over her seductive attire, his mind reluctant to let her out of the house looking so captivating. "Dressed like that?" he asked, his tone laced with possessiveness.
Dahlia's eyes sparkled with understanding as she hurried into her room, emerging seconds later in a denim jeans, tube top, leather jacket, and canvas shoes. Her new outfit was edgy and chic, but Richard's gaze still devoured her with hunger.
"Can we go now?" she asked, her smile playful.
"Yeah, race me!" Richard said, his eyes glinting with excitement as Dahlia took off like a shot. He followed close behind, his long strides easily keeping up with her pace.
Lucita, the vampire community's newest recruit, had a sinister mission - to lure females into the vampire fold. And she had the perfect hunting ground - the hospital's female ward, where she posed as a counselor, preying on the vulnerable and dying. With a silver tongue, she convinced them to embrace the bite, seducing them with promises of eternal life. The vampire community had granted her a loyal lackey, Wheeler, who trailed behind her like a pampered pet.
As she swept into the ward, her eyes scanned the rooms, searching for her next conquest. A whisper in her ear revealed a new patient, teetering on the brink of death. Lucita's eyes gleamed with excitement - a fresh target. She pounced, her fangs bared, ready to strike. The unsuspecting patient didn't stand a chance.
Meanwhile, Dahlia and Richard emerged from the hospital, sated from their own bloodlust. Little did they know, Lucita's dark designs were unfolding mere floors above, threatening to ensnare another innocent soul in the vampire lord's web of deceit.
Dahlia's senses were on high alert, her nose twitching as she sniffed out Lucita's presence in the hospital's antiseptic corridors. The scent of blood and deceit lingered around her like a dark aura. With a curt command, Dahlia dispatched Richard to the car, her eyes locked on the trail leading to Lucita. But Lucita, the cunning vampire had recently feasted on human blood, her powers surging to new heights. Lucita's gaze narrowed as she detected Dahlia's distinctive cologne, her voice low and menacing as she ordered Wheeler to track her down. Wheeler, oblivious to the danger, charged forward like a loyal hound.
Dahlia brushed past him, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as she burst into the room where Lucita was transforming an unsuspecting patient. The scene was too horrific to behold, and Dahlia spun around, her mission foiled. With a swift retreat, she rejoined Richard, her mind racing with the implications of Lucita's sinister actions.
"Let's go!" Dahlia urged, her voice low and urgent, as she slid into the car.
Richard's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong?"
"Just drive!" she insisted, her gaze fixed on some point ahead.
The silence between them was oppressive, the air thickening with each passing mile like a gathering storm. Finally, Dahlia spoke up, her words tumbling out in a rush.
"Lucita's turning people, Richard. She's a vampire, preying on vulnerable patients. I saw it with my own eyes!"
Richard's expression turned grim. "Who is she turning?"
"Patients, of course," Dahlia replied, her voice laced with disgust. "She'll be feeding them lies, promising them eternal life, playing on their desperation."
Richard's eyes widened. "Why would she do that?"
Dahlia's laugh was bitter. "You didn't seem surprised that she's a vampire. Did you know already?"
Richard hesitated before nodding. "Lucita told me."
Dahlia's eyes blazed with anger. "And you didn't think to tell me? How much more will I have to discover on my own or hear from others before you open your mouth?"
Richard's face was impassive. "I didn't think it concerned you."
Dahlia's voice was icy. "Pull over."
The car swerved to the side of the road, the engine sputtering to a stop. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and secrets, the atmosphere between them crackling with animosity like a live wire.
"You're kidding me, right? You didn't think I'd want to know that my ex-roommate, who hates me because of you, became a vampire too?" Dahlia's voice was tinged with disbelief and anger, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
Richard hesitated, his eyes darting away. "I..... Yes"
Dahlia's gaze narrowed, her tone dripping with scathing sarcasm. "Okay, so she told you she was a vampire and you didn't think to mention it to me? You didn't even give me a hint? You deliberately left me in the dark, excluded her from our conversations, so I wouldn't find out?"
Richard shrugged, his nonchalance fueling Dahlia's frustration. "It's not important. Anyone can be a vampire"
Dahlia's laugh was bitter, her words infused with venom. "Not anyone, Richard. Lucit, it's Lucita who's the vampire in question. The one who maybe shattered your windshield, who sent me a death threat, and who hates me because of you. And now she's turning people into vampires!"
Richard's expression remained calm, but his eyes flickered with concern. "My name is on that threat too"
Dahlia's anger boiled over, her voice rising. "You knew what she was, and I didn't. You left me vulnerable. Unbelievable, Richard"
He sighed, his tone tinged with condescension. "Why are we bringing up this talk?"
Dahlia's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm bringing it up because I just saw her turn people into vampires. Doesn't it resonate with you at all in that supposedly brilliant brain of yours?"
Richard's eyes narrowed, his voice edged with defensiveness. "Supposedly?"
Dahlia's voice was icy, her words steeped in disdain. "I can't do this" She stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on Richard with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "When you're done trying to figure out what concerns me and what doesn't, then you can call me"
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Richard to drive off into the night, leaving her standing alone in the darkness.
But what was she expecting? That Richard would grovel at her feet? Please, she had just insulted his intelligence, labeling his "supposedly brilliant" brain. Yet, she was the one standing alone in the darkness, her super speed useless against the uncertainty that gripped her.
As she stood there, frozen in disbelief, a truck screeched to a halt beside her, spewing out a gang of rough-looking men in red. They formed a semi-circle around her, their eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. And then, like a scene straight out of a movie, they parted ways, revealing a man who exuded an air of superiority, a mini-god complex radiating from his very pores.
Dahlia's mind raced back to the shattered windshield, the threat that had been looming over her. This had to be the moment it all came crashing down. Her heart raced with anticipation, her senses on high alert as she faced the approaching stranger.
"Dahlia," he called out, his voice low and husky, drawing out her name like a caress.
Dahlia rolled her eyes, exasperated. What is it with vampires and dramatic entrances? "Who wants to know?" she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.
"Your Lord," he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Dahlia snorted. "The only 'Lord' I know is Jesus Christ."
The stranger chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He stepped out of the shadows, and Dahlia's breath caught in her throat. He was clad in a sleek tuxedo, his hair slicked back, revealing a face so divine it belonged on a Renaissance pedestal. His eyes gleamed like a cat's in the dark, his forehead perfectly proportioned, his brows chiseled by the gods themselves. His nose was pointed, his lips plump and inviting, and his jawline was so defined it could cut glass.
Dahlia's gaze was trapped by his, her eyes unable to tear away from the vision of beauty before her. She was struck by the realization that this man wasn't handsome - he was beautiful. His presence was mesmerizing, his confidence and charm palpable. He exuded an aura of power and sophistication, his very being commanding attention.
As she stood there, transfixed, he smiled, his lips curling up in a sly, knowing smile. And Dahlia felt her heart skip a beat.
"Call me Aculus, or Dracula, whichever suits your fancy," he said with a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Dahlia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with confusion. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
Aculus chuckled, his voice low and husky. "You sought help from another when you could have come straight to me. I would have gladly assisted you."
Dahlia's gaze flicked to the men flanking him, their faces expressionless. "What's going on here?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.
Aculus's smile widened, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Join me, Dahlia. Together, we'll take over Kingston. Imagine it - a city ruled by the powerful, not the weak and fragile."
Dahlia's eyes widened, her heart racing with alarm. "You're the one behind the death threat, the shattered windshield?"
Aculus shrugged, his shoulders barely rising. "My associates got a bit... enthusiastic. My apologies for the damages and any emotional trauma."
Dahlia's mind raced with horror. "You want me to join you in some kind of vampire takeover?"
Aculus's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Why should humans, with their fleeting lives and fragile bodies, control a city like Kingston? We, the powerful, the eternal, should be the ones in charge."
Dahlia snorted, feigning a yawn. "Wow, that was some boring speech. You're not exactly convincing me here."
Aculus's smile never wavered. "No more speeches, Dahlia. Just join us. Embrace your true nature."
"I've already joined your little vampire club, haven't I?" Dahlia's voice dripped with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. "After you manipulated Richard into biting me! Who did that, huh?"
Aculus's smile never wavered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I compelled him, yes. But biting you was of his own will. Proof that you were meant to be together with me on this" He said. "You know, I've been watching you, Dahlia. I've seen your struggles as a medical student, your family dynamics, your close friendship with Lucita until it was broken... and your lack of a boyfriend. You're perfect, just as you are."
Dahlia's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. "Are you mocking me now? Because it sounds like you are, and it's getting me really mad!"
Aculus's chuckle was low and menacing. "I'm not mocking you, Dahlia. I'm admiring your... potential."
Dahlia's eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "Look, you can take over Kingston for all I care. But I'm not joining you."
She turned to leave, but Aculus materialized before her in a flash, his movements no longer just speedy, but teleportative. Dahlia's heart raced, her eyes widening in shock.
"There are others I can recruit," Aculus said, his voice dripping with menace. "Like your brother, for instance."
*
Richard trudged back home, his shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes cast downward as if the weight of his argument with Dahlia was crushing him. He dragged himself through the front door, only to be greeted by the infuriating sight of Harrison and their mother engrossed in a lively conversation. Richard snorted in disgust - what did they have to talk about anyway? Harrison was always loafing around, never busy with anything meaningful, unlike Richard who was constantly swamped with work.
He flopped down on the nearest chair, his hands clasped over his head, and let out a dramatic sigh, craving attention and sympathy. After all, it seemed like Harrison had been hogging all the attention lately, and Richard was determined to steal some back.
Hannah's concern was etched on her face as she asked, "What's wrong, son?" But before Richard could respond, Harrison chimed in with a smirk, "Isn't it obvious, Mother? He got rejected."
Richard's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched. "Stay out of my business, Harrison, or I'll punch you again."
Hannah intervened, her voice firm but gentle. "Harrison, stop annoying your brother. Richard, what's wrong? You can tell me."
Richard's response was curt, his emotions simmering beneath the surface. "Nothing, Mother. It's personal. I'm fine."
Hannah's eyes narrowed, her skepticism evident. "If you say so, dear."
Just then, Harrison piped up, his tone casual. "Hey, Mother, I forgot to tell you... I was at Dahlia's house last night."
Richard's gaze snapped towards Harrison, his eyes blazing with warning.
Hannah's interest was piqued. "And? How was it?"
Harrison's expression turned wistful. "It was really nice. Being with her felt different, and she was kind to me."
Richard's anger boiled over, his words laced with venom. "Someone sent me death threats."
Hannah's eyes widened in shock, her voice shrill. "What?! Who would do such a thing?"
Richard's gaze locked onto Harrison, his accusation clear. "Not just me. Dahlia too."
Harrison's expression transformed in an instant, his playful smirk replaced by a sharp, intense gaze. His eyes locked onto Richard's, his focus laser-sharp. He sat up straight, his FBI mode kicking in, as he honed in on the revelation. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, his protective instincts on high alert.
Harrison's eyes blazed with intensity as he grilled Richard for answers. "When did you receive the death threat?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent.
Richard replied, "Tonight."
Hannah's eyes darted between her sons, her concern palpable. "Who would want to send you death threats, Richard?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Harrison's gaze never left Richard's face. "Did you leave Dahlia alone after receiving the threat?"
Richard nodded, "Yes, why?"
Harrison's expression turned grim. "This is a vampire thing, and she's a new vampire, probably still struggling with her thirst. You left her alone and vulnerable, a sitting duck for whoever is threatening you."
Richard looked at him in surprise. "How did you know she's a vampire?"
Harrison's voice was laced with a hint of pride. "She said she didn't have a heart anymore, and her connection to you was a wild guess, but it was right."
He continued, his tone serious. "You didn't tell me you were going around turning people into vampires, huh? I was so surprised to see my partner drained of blood right in front of my eyes. We thought you were the only vampire currently existing."
Richard rolled his eye "Does that make any sense? They are obviously others like me, and the bite I gave Dahlia was a mistake. Unlike her friend, Lucita Waters, who's expanding the community..."
*
Dahlia's body trembled like a leaf as she sat frozen in her bed, the death threat seared into her mind like a branding iron. But it wasn't even directed at her - it was her family who was in the crosshairs. Her hands shook as she grasped the picture frame containing the smiling faces of her loved ones, her eyes fixed on their happy memories. She had planned to keep her dark secret hidden from them, thinking distance would protect them from her new reality. But the vampire lord's sinister ultimatum shattered that illusion. He would recruit them, manipulate them, if she didn't surrender to his will. The thought sent a chill down her spine. And to make matters worse, he knew where they lived, where she lived.
The memory of his firm grip on her arm, belied by the intimidation that radiated from his calm demeanor, still haunted her. He had taken her home with the gentleness of a gentleman, his soft "goodnight" a stark contrast to the fear that gripped her heart. It was the most terrifying moment of her life, and it played on repeat in her mind like a macabre melody.
Dahlia's anger towards Richard burned fierce, her mind racing with the thought of the vampire lord's sinister intentions. She swiftly grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she initiated a video call to her family. She had to know they were safe.
As her mother's face appeared on the screen, Dahlia's anxiety momentarily subsided. "Mom!" she exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful.
Her mother's warm smile and reassuring tone calmed her nerves. "What's the occasion? You called today."
Dahlia's eyes scanned the screen, searching for any signs of vampiric manipulation. "Where's Florent?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of concern and urgency.
Her mother's expression turned quizzical. "Your baby brother? He's asleep. Why?"
Dahlia's heart raced as she requested, "Can you take the phone to his room? I want to see his face."
Her mother's curiosity was palpable, but she obliged, carrying the phone to Florent's room. As the camera showed her brother's peaceful face, Dahlia's anxiety spiked. "Show me his neck. Both sides," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her mother's expression turned worried. "What's wrong, Dahlia?"
Dahlia's patience wore thin. "Just do it!" she urged, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.
Finally, her mother relented, showing both sides of Florent's neck. No bite marks. They were safe.
Dahlia exhaled a sigh of relief, her tension dissipating. "Okay. It's okay," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.
Her mother's concerned voice pierced through the screen. "Is something wrong, sweetie?"
Dahlia composed herself, her voice steady. "Nothing, Mom. Just be on the lookout for suspicious activities. And always stay with Florent. Bye."
As she ended the call, Dahlia slumped onto her bed, her body trembling with relief. They were safe, for now.
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Dahlia, who had no idea when sleep had stealthily crept up and claimed her, stirred on the bed as the sun burst through the windows, its rays converging on her like a laser beam. It was as if the sun had veered off course, abandoning its usual eastern route to rise hell-bent on her bed, bathing her in its fiery glow.
As morning dawned, Dahlia's eyelids fluttered open, only to be met with a searing pain that shot through her skin like a thousand fiery needles. She jolted upright, her heart racing, as the sun's rays burst through the windows, illuminating her bed like a sacrificial altar. The light danced across her skin, leaving behind a trail of smoldering blisters and charred flesh. Dahlia's eyes widened in horror as she watched her skin melt away, like wax in a furnace, her very existence threatened by the dawn's arrival.
Dahlia's nocturnal escapades had gone unchecked, her skin eerily spared from the sun's wrath, thanks to Kingston's perpetually gloomy skies. But fate, it seemed, had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As if the vampire lord's sinister influence had cursed the very heavens, the sun burst forth, its golden rays piercing the clouds like a divine dagger, threatening to reduce Dahlia to ashes. The weather, once her unwitting ally, had suddenly turned traitor, and she was caught off guard, her vampiric skin now vulnerable to the sun's deadly kiss. The once-cool breeze now felt like a furnace blast, and Dahlia's heart raced with a mix of fear and panic as she scrambled to find shelter from the sun's lethal embrace.
With a surge of desperation, Dahlia yanked the curtains shut, plunging her room into darkness, and burrowed under the blankets, her heart still racing from the close call. She watched in rapt fascination as her skin slowly knitted itself back together, the burn wounds healing with an otherworldly speed. But despite her fascination with her newfound vampiric abilities, fear held her hostage, refusing to let her step foot outside. The sun's deadly rays still lingered in her mind, a harsh reminder of her vulnerability. Yet, she knew she couldn't hide forever. The siren call of academia beckoned, and she had to answer.
Dahlia's hand hovered over her phone, tempted to reach out to Richard, but her anger and frustration won out. Why bother? He was too busy preaching the virtues of vampirism and self-starvation to warn her about the sun's deadly touch. Another crucial detail he'd conveniently omitted, leaving her to suffer the consequences.
With a snarl, she tossed her phone aside and crept towards the curtains, her heart racing as she cautiously peeked outside. Would the sun's mercy be granted, or would it continue to taunt her, a constant reminder of her vulnerability?
In an instant, the curtains flung open, and the sun's wrath descended upon her like a razor-sharp blade. Dahlia's skin screamed in agony, the burning sensation reigniting with a ferocity that left her breathless. And then, she saw him - the Vampire Lord, standing before her with a smirk that seemed to savor her suffering.
"Embrace the sunlight, Dahlia," he taunted, his arms outstretched, his eyes gleaming with malevolent delight. "Feel its warmth, its beauty..." But Dahlia's gaze narrowed, her mind racing with the question: how was he immune to the sun's deadly touch? What dark magic had he mastered, that allowed him to stand there, unscathed, while she burned like a creature doomed to eternal torment?
"Close them," she hissed, her voice barely audible through the pain.
The Vampire Lord's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement, as he drawled, "As you wish..." And with a languid gesture, he closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness, and Dahlia into a desperate search for answers.
"Are you insane?!" Dahlia's voice was a barely contained scream, her anger and fear mingling in a deadly cocktail. "Do you want to see me dead?!"
The Vampire Lord's expression was maddeningly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, no, my dear. I merely wanted to... rouse you from your slumber. I thought you were still indulging in a morning nap."
Dahlia's glare could have incinerated him on the spot. "You knew damn well the sun would turn me into a human torch! You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "I'm simply curious, Dahlia. Tell me, does the sun's touch really burn your skin?" His eyes sparkled with sadistic glee, as if he was savoring her agony.
"That's funny, because Richard doesn't get skin burns," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he nonchalantly picked his nose. "I would have warned you about it yesterday, but I thought he would have told you already."
Dahlia's eyes blazed with anger and fear. "How did you know?" she demanded, her voice low and menacing.
The Vampire Lord's smile was a masterclass in smugness. "I checked the weather forecast," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Dahlia's gaze narrowed. "Not that. About Richard being able to resist the sun burning his skin," she pressed, her voice laced with suspicion.
He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Oh, he doesn't look like he gets skin burns," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he took her arm. "That would leave a scar," he whispered, his breath cold against her skin. And then, his tongue darted out, licking her flesh with a strange, almost... tenderness. Dahlia's skin crawled, yet... she felt a shiver run down her spine. The burns cleared off immediately, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. She was both repelled and attracted to his power, like a moth to a flame.
"Take care of the other parts yourself," he said, dropping her hands like they were hot coals.
Dahlia's eyes flashed with frustration. "With my spittle?" she asked, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
He burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the room. "No, with medication, sweetheart!"
Dahlia's glare could have frozen water at a hundred paces. "Stop laughing. It's not funny. None of this is funny," she snapped, her voice trembling with anger and fear.
The Vampire Lord's grin faltered, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I read that vampires get sunburns, but I didn't know it was true. What am I supposed to do now?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation.
He shrugged, his gaze roaming the room like a restless spirit. "Get sunscreen? Ask Richard. I'm sure he'd be delighted to help."
Dahlia's eyes rolled heavenward. "Seriously? Cut to the chase and just give me some of your spittle," she said, thrusting an empty jar at him like a beggar.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression a masterclass in mock horror. "Excuse me?"
Dahlia's face twisted in distaste. "In as much as it is disgusting, I want to go out, so I need your spittle."
He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Sweetie, it isn't the spittle that works. I just helped heal your wounds."
Dahlia's eyes narrowed. "But I think what you're asking for is this..." He said, his voice dripping with mystery, as he placed a big, shiny ring on her ring finger.
The ring was an exquisite, ancient heirloom, its dark, weathered sides adorned with intricate etchings that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. The band itself was sturdy, with a subtle thickness that spoke of enduring strength, like a promise forged in a bygone era. And then, the pièce de résistance: a mesmerizing red jewel, nestled in the center, radiated a soft, ethereal glow, as if it had absorbed the essence of a thousand sunsets. The gemstone seemed to pulse with an inner light, casting a hypnotic spell on all who beheld it. The overall effect was one of breathtaking majesty, as if this ring had been plucked from the treasure trove of a long-forgotten kingdom, its beauty waiting to be rediscovered by a worthy wearer.
She gazed at it, her mind racing. "What's this?"
He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Step into the sunlight."
Dahlia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. If she was going to get burned, she was just going to force him to lick her skin anyway. Gross. But surprisingly, she didn't get burned. Instead, she felt a strange, tingling sensation, like her skin was drinking in the sun's rays.
"I don't think the sun is that hot anymore," she said, her voice laced with a mix of wonder and trepidation.
But before she could even finish her sentence, he swooped in and plucked the ring from her finger. The pain came flooding back, like a dam had burst open.
"Oh my God! It's the ring! Give it back!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with desperation as she snatched the ring from his hand.
As soon as the ring touched her skin again, the pain vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief. "Oh, thank you!" she breathed, her eyes shining with gratitude.
He stared at her in surprise, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You're...different," he said, his voice low and husky. "The others didn't react like this when they got their rings."
Dahlia's face lit up with a radiant smile. "I can go to class now!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
And then, he dropped the bombshell. "Actually, we could go together," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm your project lecturer."
Dahlia's jaw dropped, her mind racing with the implications. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I mean, I can give you a tip on what your next project would be...Insertion Mutation."
*
Richard was consumed by his work, saving lives and patching up wounds all day long. Dahlia was the last thing on his mind, a distant memory he couldn't quite recall. Hehe, little did he know, someone was indulging in a rather...unorthodox treatment, licking her skin like a forbidden elixir.
As his shift finally drew to a close, Richard's foggy brain cells stirred, remembering a certain someone named Dahlia existed. He reached for his phone, fingers poised to dial her number...but fate had other plans.
Lucita and her entourage of stunning vampire vixens, all former patients of Care Care Hospital, swooped in like a flock of ravishing harpies, their eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hey there, handsome," Lucita purred, her smile dazzling as she sidled up to Richard. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark, a hint of secrets and seduction.
Richard's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Lucita, what the hell are you doing? Turning people without permission?" He stepped closer, his voice low and urgent.
Lucita's laughter was a throaty purr, her lips curling up in a sly smile. "Oh, someone looks like they have a lot to say to me," she said, her gaze flicking to her entourage, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Can't I share my gift?" she asked, her voice laced with innocence. "I'm not greedy, Richard. I just want to spread the love...or should I say, the bite?" She winked, her fangs glinting in the light.
Richard's eyes flashed with anger. "Stop what you're doing, Lucita. It's not right."
Lucita's smile never wavered. "What's the catch, Richard? You can't just ask me to defy the Vampire Lord's orders without offering something in return."
Her eyes locked onto his, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'll name my price...one night with you."
Richard's face darkened, his eyes blazing with indignation. "You're insane, Lucita."
She chuckled, her laughter like a velvet caress. "Yes, I am. And you have my number, right? Call me when you make up your mind." With a flick of her hair, she turned and sauntered away, her entourage following like a trail of seductive shadows.
*
Dahlia slipped into her seat, the ring on her finger gleaming like a secret weapon. She couldn't believe she was actually attending classes again, all thanks to the Vampire Lord's mysterious gift. Despite her simmering resentment towards him, she couldn't deny the gratitude that fluttered in her chest like a reluctant butterfly.
Just as she thought she'd finally found a moment's peace, Lucita and her entourage swooped in like a flock of ravens, settling in beside her with a flutter of eyelashes and a chorus of giggles. Dahlia rolled her eyes heavenward, her lips twisting into a silent groan.
But then, Lucita's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey Dahlia, check out our new lecturer. He's smoldering hot!" Dahlia's gaze dragged reluctantly to the front of the hall, and her eyes widened in shock. The Vampire Lord stood tall, his eyes gleaming with a knowing spark, his smile a razor-sharp slash across his chiseled face.
"Good day, students," he purred, his voice dripping with sophistication. Dahlia's mind raced like a runaway train. He wasn't bluffing after all. He was indeed their project lecturer, and she was trapped in his web.
The room erupted into a chorus of sighs and swoons as the girls fawned over their new lecturer, their eyes devouring him like a succulent feast. Dahlia, however, remained frozen, her gaze fixed on the ring encircling her finger like a symbol of treachery. Had she made a pact with the devil himself?
As the class drew to a close, Dahlia made a hasty exit, but the Vampire Lord was hot on her heels. "Did you enjoy the class?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.
The students turned, their ears perked up like curious rabbits, as Dahlia stuttered, "It was...okay."
The Vampire Lord's eyebrow arched like a challenge. "Just okay?" he teased, his smile dripping with charisma. "That means I have to study more, to impress you, Dahlia."
The students snickered, their eyes darting between Dahlia and their lecturer like a tennis match. "What's wrong, Dahlia?" they chimed in unison.
Dahlia's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you trying to start a fight?"
The Vampire Lord's grin widened, his fangs glinting like diamonds. "Maybe? I'd love to see how you fight, Dahlia."
Just then, his gaze flicked up, his eyes locking onto Richard, who stood watching from a distance. "The one who bit you is here," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice, before turning and sauntering away, his entourage of girls following like a trail of mesmerized zombies.
"See you," Lucita said with a sly smile, sauntering away like a cat leaving a trail of sparks.
Dahlia's gaze snapped to Richard, her eyes flashing like a stormy sky. "Dahlia, look, I'm really sorry" he said, his voice laced with caution.
Her frown deepened, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You're sorry?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Sorry for keeping secrets, for abandoning me in the dark, for leaving me to face death alone?"
Richard's eyes widened, his face pale. "I didn't mean to -"
But Dahlia's laughter cut him off, a sudden, fierce sound that sent shivers down his spine. "This is hilarious!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with anger. "You, standing here, unburned by the sun. You, who should be ashes by now."
Richard's gaze faltered, his hand instinctively reaching for his ring. "I have protection," he muttered, his eyes darting to her face.
And that's when he saw it - the absence of burns, the radiant glow of her skin in the sunlight. His eyes widened, his mouth agape. "How...?"
Dahlia's smile was a razor-sharp slash across her face. "Maybe I have my own secrets, Richard." She pushed him aside but as he tried to hold her back she scratched his hand, her voice a low warning. "Don't. You. Dare."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Richard staring after her like a man struck by lightning. And Aculus, watching from the shadows, smiled to himself, his eyes glinting with a knowing spark.
*
Dahlia stormed into her house, still fuming at Richard's cowardice, only to be confronted by a vision of loveliness - Harrison, standing in front of her door with a bouquet of flowers that seemed to radiate sunshine.
"Hi," he said, his smile a disarming weapon that melted her annoyance.
"Hi," she replied, her lips softening into a smile.
He handed her the flowers, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "For you," he said, his voice low and husky.
Dahlia's laughter was a throaty purr. "I would have preferred blood, but thanks," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Harrison chuckled, his eyes lighting up with delight. "Next time, maybe," he said, his voice dripping with promise.
As he stepped into her house, his senses were hit with the familiar scent of Dahlia's home - a heady mix of vanilla and musk that always made him feel like he was wrapped in a warm embrace. Suspiciously happy.
"So, what can I offer you?" Dahlia asked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Harrison shook his head, his smile still plastered on his face. "Nothing, thanks," he said, his voice laced with gratitude. "I just came to say thanks for what you did last time."
Dahlia's laughter was a melodic sound that filled the room. "Oh, you're welcome, anytime," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
And then, Harrison asked, his voice hesitant, "Uh, would you like to go see the flowers tomorrow?"
Dahlia's response was a playful jab. "Go see the flowers? You sound like an old lady!"
Their laughter echoed through the room, a joyful sound that filled the space with warmth and light.
Time stood still as Harrison regaled her with one entertaining tale after another, the hours slipping away like sand between their fingers. Dahlia's eyes sparkled with mirth, her laughter a melodic sound that filled the room.
"Hey, you seem intent on spending the night!" Dahlia said, her voice laced with amusement.
Harrison's grin was a charming smile. "Could I?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with hope.
Dahlia's eyebrows arched in mock surprise. "You know the rules, Harrison. No boys allowed after dark."
Harrison's laughter was a soft, husky sound. "You're a vampire, Dahlia. I'm at your mercy. One wrong move, and I'm a goner."
Dahlia's eyes flashed with a playful glint. "Oh, so you're calling my bluff?"
Harrison's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes sparkling with determination. "I'm calling your heart. You don't want me to leave, do you?"
Dahlia's cheeks flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. "No."
Harrison's smile was a triumphant smile. "Then I'm staying."
As Dahlia rose to fetch a blanket, Harrison's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a gentle vice. "Wait," he said, his eyes burning with an unspoken question.