Prologue.
Waking up covered in blood was not as fun as it might have sounded. At least, it wasn’t for Brian. As he groggily opened his eyes, a throbbing headache pounded at his temples, and the metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils. Panic surged through him as he looked around. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Hank lying beside him. Hank’s throat was ripped out, his eyes bloodshot red, staring lifelessly into the void. There was no doubt in Brian’s mind that Hank was dead. The horror of the scene made him retch, and he bent over, vomiting on the ground beside him.
Brian’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the gruesome sight. Corpses were scattered across the floor like discarded mannequins. Two of the girls from his college class lay sprawled near the couch, their once-vibrant faces now frozen in expressions of terror. Several more bodies, classmates from the same year, lay in unnatural positions, their lives snuffed out in a night of inexplicable violence.
Desperately, Brian tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered going to a party on Friday night. It was supposed to be a fun evening filled with laughter and drinks. The music had been loud, the atmosphere electric. New people had arrived at the party, and among them was a girl he hadn’t seen before. She looked around twenty, with a captivating smile and an air of mystery. She had flirted with him, drawing him in with her charm. He remembered kissing her, feeling the world around him blur in the haze of alcohol and desire.
Then everything had gone dark.
Brian struggled to recall the events that followed. He had been with the girl, his mind clouded by the drinks and the intensity of the moment. But something had changed. The party had taken a sinister turn. Screams echoed in his memory, a cacophony of terror that now seemed so distant. Blood had splattered across the room, transforming the lively gathering into a massacre.
Now, here he was, surrounded by dead bodies and the remnants of a nightmarish scene. As he struggled to make sense of it all, he heard movement. Instinctively, he lay back down, closing his eyes and trying to steady his breathing. Every muscle in his body tensed, his mind racing with fear and confusion. He hoped whoever or whatever was moving would pass by without noticing him.
The sound grew closer, footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. Brian’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat a deafening reminder of his predicament. He dared not move, his mind screaming at him to stay still. Time seemed to stretch, each second a painful eternity as he waited, helpless and terrified.
As the footsteps receded, Brian slowly opened his eyes, daring to hope that he was safe for now. But the questions remained. What had happened at the party? Who was responsible for the carnage? And most importantly, how had he survived when so many others had perished?
He knew he had to find answers, but first, he needed to get out of there. Summoning all his courage, Brian began to inch away from the blood-soaked scene, determined to uncover the truth behind the nightmare that had become his reality.
Brian climbed out the back window, his heart pounding in his chest, driven by a singular thought: get away. The chaos and bloodshed he had woken up to still haunted his every step. His instincts screamed at him to call the police, but a deeper, more primal voice urged him to get clear, to get safe. He couldn’t just run across the campus covered in blood; someone would see him, and questions he couldn’t answer would be asked.
As he moved through the dimly lit alleyway behind the building, he felt a warm, sticky sensation running down his neck. Panic flared within him as he reached up and touched the spot. His fingers met torn flesh, the wound raw and painful. Finding a nearby window, he peered at his reflection, the moonlight casting a ghostly pallor over his features. His neck was indeed torn, but somehow, he was still alive. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. “What the fuck happened?” he muttered to himself, the words echoing in the still night air.
“You died,” a voice responded, shattering the silence.
Brian whipped around, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. Standing before him was the girl from the party, the one he had kissed before everything went dark. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and a knowing smile played on her lips. “What? How the fuck do you know?” he demanded, a mixture of fear and anger in his voice.
Without a word, she stepped closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. She reached out and grabbed his face with her hands. Her grip was remarkably strong, almost inhumanly so. She held him steady, her eyes boring into his with an intensity that made his blood run cold. “What are you?” she asked, her voice a soft, hypnotic whisper.
Brian’s mind raced, trying to make sense of her words and the surreal situation he found himself in. “I don’t understand,” he stammered. “What do you mean I died? I’m standing right here.”
The girl’s expression softened slightly, but her grip remained firm. “You were dead, Brian. I saw it happen. But now you’re here, alive. That doesn’t just happen. Something brought you back.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Brian’s thoughts spun in a dizzying whirl. He tried to remember the moments before he woke up covered in blood, the girl, the party, the kiss. It all seemed so distant, like fragments of a dream. “What did you do to me?” he asked, his voice trembling.
The girl shook her head slowly. “I didn’t do anything to you. But whatever happened, it has changed you. Look at your neck. You should be dead, but you’re not. You need to understand what that means.”
Brian glanced at his reflection again, the torn flesh a stark reminder of his inexplicable survival. “So, what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The girl released her hold on his face and stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. “Now, you need to come with me. There are things you need to learn, things about yourself and what you’ve become. You’re not safe here, and neither is anyone else as long as you don’t understand what you are.”
A mixture of fear and curiosity gnawed at Brian. He knew his life had irrevocably changed, and the only way to find answers was to follow her. With a deep breath, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll come with you. But you better start explaining fast, because I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”
The girl smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “There will be time for explanations. For now, we need to move. Others will be looking for you, and not all of them will be as friendly as I am.”
With that, she turned and began to walk, and Brian followed, stepping into the shadows of the night, leaving behind the horrors of the party and stepping into an uncertain future filled with questions and dangers he could scarcely imagine.
“What the hell happened?” Brian demanded, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.
“Werewolves,” she said calmly.
“Wait a fucking minute,” Brian said, coming to an abrupt halt. Violet stopped too, turning to face him. “Werewolves?” he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. She nodded in affirmation.
“Why should I believe you? For all I know, you did this. I don’t even know your name,” he retorted, his suspicion evident.
She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “You kissed me without thinking twice about it,” she replied.
Brian smirked, a hint of his usual bravado surfacing. “You’re hot, and you were willing. So, yes, I kissed you,” he admitted.
Her smile widened. “My name is Violet,” she said, “Violet Dragomir.”
“Dragomir?” Brian echoed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
She nodded. “You might know my uncle, Count Dracula,” she said casually.
Brian took a step backward, shock and disbelief flooding his expression. “You’re a vampire?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded again.
“If I was bitten by a werewolf, does that mean…?” he trailed off, his mind racing with the implications.
“If you feed before the next full moon, you will turn. However, you should have been dead,” Violet explained, her tone matter-of-fact.
Brian sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“If I followed the rules, I should kill you,” Violet stated, her eyes meeting his with a serious intensity.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Would you believe me if I told you I like you?” she said, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
Brian smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. “And why would you care? I am nobody,” he said, his voice tinged with self-doubt.
“To be honest, I can get in so much trouble for this,” she admitted. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him. Brian sighed into the kiss, a confusing mix of right and wrong swirling within him.
As she pulled back, she whispered, “Your life is not what it seems. Your parents are not who you think they are, and we should be enemies.”
Brian’s mind reeled with the revelation. “What do you mean? My parents?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Violet’s expression softened, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “There’s so much you don’t know, Brian. Your parents have been hiding the truth from you. You’re not just an ordinary human. There’s a reason you survived that bite, a reason you’re still standing here.”
Brian felt a chill run down his spine. “What are you saying?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“There’s a hidden world, one that exists alongside the one you know. Vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beings. Your family is part of that world, and so are you,” Violet explained, her voice filled with a strange mix of urgency and compassion.
Brian’s mind struggled to process the information. Everything he thought he knew about his life was unraveling before him. “Why are you telling me this? Why help me?” he asked, desperation creeping into his voice.
“Because I see something in you, Brian. Something worth protecting. And because, despite everything, I believe you deserve to know the truth,” Violet said, her eyes locked onto his.
Brian felt a surge of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, but also a glimmer of hope. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but he knew he couldn’t face it alone. “What do we do now?” he asked, a newfound determination in his voice.
Violet smiled, a spark of resolve in her eyes. “We find the answers you need, and we keep you safe. But first, we need to get out of here before anyone else finds us.”
Brian nodded, a sense of purpose beginning to form amidst the chaos. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but with Violet by his side, he felt a sliver of hope. Together, they stepped into the night, ready to face whatever dangers and revelations awaited them.
“So why are we enemies?” Brian asked, his breath hitching slightly as they continued to move through the shadows.
“Your parents, they are hunters,” Violet replied, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and urgency.
“Hunters?” he echoed, confusion knitting his brow.
Violet glanced at him, her eyes searching his face for understanding. “Have you heard of Van Helsing?” she asked.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, the famous vampire hunter.”
“He is your grandfather,” she explained, her gaze steady.
Brian stopped in his tracks, trying to process the revelation. “Wait, werewolves and vampires are real, my parents are hunters, and they hunt you?” he asked, incredulity lacing his voice.
She nodded solemnly. “Yes, Brian. Your family has a long history of hunting supernatural beings. I was sent here to kill you, but when I saw you for the first time, fifteen years ago, I couldn’t. You were so innocent.”
“Fifteen years ago, I was four years old,” he said, his mind reeling.
She nodded again. “You would only have been about one or two years older me then.” He said.
Brian stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. “Why didn’t you kill me?”
Violet’s expression softened, a small smile playing on her lips. “You were so innocent and kind. Even as a child, you had this purity about you that I couldn’t bring myself to destroy.”
“How old are you?” he asked, still trying to grasp the enormity of the situation.
“I just celebrated my hundred and twentieth birthday,” she said with a wry smile.
“Wow, you look amazing,” he said, genuinely awed.
She smiled and kissed him quickly, a brief but tender gesture that left him breathless. “You can hide at my place, but only for tonight,” she said, resuming their hurried pace.
Brian nodded and followed her, his mind racing with questions and fears. As they ran faster and faster, he noticed something strange—he wasn’t getting out of breath. “My body is changing,” he said, realizing it aloud.
Violet glanced at him, as if reading his thoughts. “Yes, it is. But you haven’t fed,” she said, her tone thoughtful.
“And you most likely won’t change,” she said.
She smiled. “The rumor is that Van Helsing blood is immune to the full transformation, but you should still gain some of the powers.”
“What kind of powers?” he asked, curiosity piquing through his fear.
“Increased strength, speed, heightened senses. You’re becoming something different, something that may be a blend of both worlds,” she explained.
Brian tried to process her words. The idea of gaining supernatural abilities was both thrilling and terrifying. “What will happen to me?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Violet stopped and turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sorrow. “I don’t know for sure, Brian. But I promise I’ll help you figure it out. For now, we need to focus on staying safe. There are others out there who won’t hesitate to kill you if they find out what you are.”
Brian nodded, appreciating her honesty and support. “Thank you, Violet. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. “You’re not alone, Brian. We’ll get through this together.”
They continued running, the night air whipping past them as they headed towards the unknown. Despite the fear and uncertainty, Brian felt a strange sense of comfort knowing that Violet was by his side. The path ahead was fraught with danger and mystery, but he was ready to face it, one step at a time, with her guidance.
“Where are we going?” Brian asked, his voice breathless yet steady as they ran through the night.
Violet glanced at him and smiled. “New Orleans,” she said simply.
Brian looked at her in disbelief. “We’re in Houston. That’s over three hundred miles,” he pointed out, still grappling with the surreal situation.
She smiled, an air of calm confidence about her. “We should be there by morning,” she said.
Brian shook his head in amazement. As they passed a clock tower, he noted the time was just after 1 AM. The landscape around them blurred, objects flying past at incredible speeds. He realized he was matching Violet’s pace, effortlessly keeping up with her as they sped past cars on the freeway. “This is impossible,” he muttered, his mind struggling to catch up with his new reality.
Violet’s smile widened. “What is impossible and what is said to be impossible are two very different things. As you grow stronger with the werewolf poison in you, you’ll run even faster,” she explained, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Ahead, a river came into view, its surface shimmering under the moonlight. Violet didn’t slow down. Instead, she accelerated, her smile never fading. As she approached the river’s edge, she leaped gracefully into the air. “Jump!” she called out.
Acting on instinct, Brian followed her command. He felt a rush of wind and a brief moment of weightlessness before his feet touched down on the other side of the river. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.
Violet landed beside him, her movements smooth and effortless. “You are strong,” she said approvingly.
Brian shook his head, still trying to process his newfound abilities. “Where are my parents?” he asked, a note of urgency in his voice.
Violet’s expression grew serious. “Hunting werewolves. That’s why they came after you tonight,” she explained.
“How do you know?” he asked, suspicion mingling with curiosity.
“I’ve been following you and your parents for the past fifteen years. I wanted to see how you grew up, to make sure I made the right choice,” she said, her eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and resolve.
Brian met her gaze, his own eyes filled with questions. “And?” he asked, seeking reassurance.
She smiled softly. “I kissed you,” she replied.
He nodded, understanding dawning on him. “You did.” He said. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done that, not kissed you,” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
Violet laughed, a light, melodic sound that seemed to lift the darkness around them. “We’ll see. If you behave, I just might kiss you again,” she teased.
Brian’s smirk widened. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said, feeling a strange sense of comfort in their banter despite the gravity of their situation.
As they continued their journey, Brian couldn’t help but marvel at the changes he was experiencing. The night air was crisp and cool, whipping past them as they ran. The world seemed to blur and sharpen simultaneously, his senses heightened in ways he had never imagined. He felt a connection to Violet, a bond forged through shared danger and unspoken understanding.
By the time the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, they were nearing New Orleans. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, a beacon of hope and a promise of answers.
“We’re almost there,” Violet said, her voice steady and reassuring.
Brian nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. “What happens when we get there?” he asked, needing to know what lay ahead.
Violet’s skin began to emit a soft, luminescent glow, subtle wisps of smoke curling from her hands and neck as they stood under the harsh morning sun. Concern etched his features as Brian watched her, his voice laced with worry. “Are you okay?” he asked. Despite the strain evident in her voice, Violet managed a weak nod. “The sun,” she murmured, the light evidently causing her distress.
“Where are we going?” Brian questioned, his gaze following her pointing finger.
“There,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she indicated a quaint house in the distance. “That’s mine.”
As her eyes slowly shut against the glaring sunlight, Brian acted swiftly. Scooping Violet into his arms, he began to run, his pace quickening as he sought to shield her from the sun’s unyielding rays. He burst through the front door of the house and shut it firmly behind them, plunging the room into soothing darkness. Gently, he laid Violet down on the sofa, ensuring the curtains were tightly drawn to block out any slivers of sunlight.
Once he was certain she was safe, Brian made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. As he stared into the mirror, a long-held myth was shattered before his eyes, vampires were not invisible in mirrors. He could see Violet’s reflection, her body still and peaceful on the sofa. He sighed, a mix of bewilderment and fascination stirring within him. “How can someone so captivating be so dangerous?” he mused silently.
Noticing his reflection, Brian gasped. The wounds he had sustained earlier, specifically a brutal gash at his throat, were now completely healed, leaving behind no trace except for dried blood. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. His clothes, soaked through with blood, clung to his skin. He hastily began to strip them off, turning on the shower. As the water heated, steam filled the small bathroom, and Brian stretched, marveling at his body’s transformation. The modest beer gut he once had was gone, replaced by a chiseled six-pack. “Fuck,” he repeated, his hands tracing over his newly defined muscles.
Stepping under the hot cascade of the shower, Brian attempted to piece together the night’s chaotic events. Yet, every time he closed his eyes, all he could see were Violet’s haunting golden and red eyes staring back at him. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind. “Violet,” he whispered, a mix of surprise and relief in his tone.
“Hmmm,” she hummed softly, her embrace tightening. Her body pressed against his, her firm breast pressed against his wet back, the warmth of her skin seeping through to him. “What are you doing?” he asked, a nervous tremor in his voice.
“Showing you what I’ve been thinking about,” she whispered, her lips grazing his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “they will kill me for this.” She whispered.
Violet felt a sudden surge of emotion well up inside her. She turned him around and pulled Brian down for a kiss so intense it left them both breathless. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, their tongues dancing together as they expressed their newfound love for one another in a way that words could never truly capture.
As their kiss continued, Violet looked deeply into Brian’s eyes and said, “For the past five years, you have grown into a man, your body, your mind, but mostly, the way you treat everyone, even when you have been called names or been physical abused, you never lashed out.” Her words sent a shiver down Brian’s spine. He knew she was right; always been patient and empathetic. He owed it all to his grandmother and her wise advice.
Brian nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Violet’s. He knew that deep down, she saw something special in him, something that no one else seemed to understand. He felt a surge of gratitude for her love and support, for being there for him this very night.
As they continued to kiss, Violet’s body grew warmer, and her wet folds pressed against Brian’s hardening cock. She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I can get killed for this,” she whispered, before lifting herself up a little, aligning their bodies perfectly. His cock pressed against her wet pussy, and she lowered herself down onto him, taking him inside her in one swift motion. They both moaned in pleasure as they were finally reunited.
Violet bit down on Brian’s neck, but he didn’t mind the pain. Instead, he focused on the euphoria that spread through his body, the warmth that seemed to flow from her fangs directly into his veins. He gripped her ass tightly, feeling the muscles flex beneath his fingers as she rode him, their hips moving in perfect harmony.
She bit him again, harder this time, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Her wet pussy gripped him tightly, her walls pulsing around his cock with each thrust. He pushed himself deeper inside her, fucking her harder against the cold tile of the shower wall. With each passing second, their lovemaking became more frenzied, more primal, as their bodies sought release from the unbearable tension that had been building inside them.
Brian’s vision began to blur as the blood from her bites flowed through his veins and into her mouth, and he felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. He could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around him, and with one final thrust, his body tensed and he felt the release of his seed deep inside her. They both cried out in ecstasy as their bodies convulsed together, their love for each other overwhelming them in a wave of intense pleasure.
As the initial rush of passion subsided, Brian collapsed onto the floor of the shower, gasping for air. Violet remained astride him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. They looked into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
“I love you,” Violet whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the falling water. “I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you.”
Brian smiled weakly and reached up to caress her cheek. “I think love you, too, Violet. You’re the best surprise I could ever find, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Together, they lay there in the warm water, their bodies entwined, their hearts and minds connected in a way that only true love could create.
“Why would they kill you?” Brian asked, the urgency in his voice tinged with confusion and fear. Violet responded not with words but with a gentle kiss, her lips briefly pressing against his in a tender, poignant moment.
“Because, as I’ve told you before, you are the enemy,” she whispered softly against his lips, her breath warm and her tone heavy with an unspoken sadness. The revelation hung between them, a stark reminder of the danger that shadowed their union.
Brian wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as if to shield her from the world. “Am I really the enemy?” he asked, his voice low and conflicted. Violet nestled closer into his embrace, her head resting against his chest, her voice muffled but clear.
“Not to me, but we must keep this a secret,” she cautioned, the weight of their reality pressing upon her words. Brian nodded slowly, his mind racing with the complexities of their situation but his heart resolute. “For you, okay,” he agreed, his commitment firm despite the uncertainties that lay ahead.
Together, they moved towards the bedroom, their bodies still damp from the shower but their spirits intertwined. As they entered the serene space, Violet led Brian to the bed, her movements graceful and inviting. She lay down and pulled him down beside her, their hands intertwined.
Brian kissed her deeply, each kiss a silent vow of his devotion and a defiance of the fate that sought to keep them apart. Slowly, their kisses faded into the comfort of each other’s arms, and enveloped in the safety of the dimly lit room, they allowed the world outside to fade away. As they drifted into sleep, Brian felt a peace he hadn’t known in a long time, holding Violet close, their hearts beating together in quiet rebellion against a world that wouldn’t understand.
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