CHAPTER FOUR

Lucas's POV

What would I say about humans? Weak, fragile and reckless things.

But yet, I fell for one.

The same species of being that wiped my whole family. I watched them slaughter my mom and she was just 6 months pregnant. They killed my sister and cut her parts by parts in my presence.

I was just twelve years old when I ran away. In their words, they were called 'The vampire hunters.'

I hated them, every single thing about them. I had swore to take down the man that murdered my family. I would wipe his family from generations.

I wasn't a fool who would go about killing all humans because a particular maniac decided to wipe my family but that didn't stop me from turning as many as I can.

I turned them.

Compelled them.

And used them for my personal gain.

But with Emilio, everything seemed different and foreign.

As I gazed at the blood seeping from Emilio's cut hand, I couldn't tear my eyes away. The hunger pangs hit me suddenly, and my stomach growled with an otherworldly craving. I had been hiding my true nature from Emilio, terrified of scaring him off. But now, my control was slipping.

My fangs ached to sink into his wrist, to taste the warmth flowing from his veins. I knew I shouldn't give in – I might lose myself and suck the life from him. Yet, my body betrayed me, drawn to Emilio's life force like a magnet.

Without thinking, I pinned Emilio to the wall, my movements swift and instinctive. My lips brushed against his skin, and I sank my fangs into his wrist. The first drop of his blood touched my tongue, and I was lost. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted – rich, intoxicating, and addictive.

Emilio's blood coursed through me, and I felt alive, rejuvenated. But alongside the pleasure, guilt ravaged me. The man I loved, the one I wanted to protect, was now in danger of becoming a vampire – because of me. I would be his sire, responsible for altering his destiny forever.

As I drank, Emilio's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of fear and pain. I knew I had to stop before it was too late. With a lot of effort, I wrenched myself away, gasping for control. Emilio's blood still lingered on my lips, tempting me.

"What have I done?" I whispered, horrified. Emilio's gaze held a glimmer of understanding, but also questions – questions I wasn't ready to answer.

Emilio's eyes rolled back, and he slumped against me, fainting. Panic set in – I'd taken too much blood. I cradled his limp body, feeling his heartbeat slow.

No, no, no! This can't happen!

Desperate, I bit into my own wrist, opening a vein. Blood welled up, and I pressed it to Emilio's lips.

"Drink, Emilio, please," I whispered urgently.

At first, nothing. Then, his lips twitched, and he began to drink. My blood flowed into him, revitalizing his weakened body.

As he drank, I felt a strange connection forming – a bond between us, stronger than anything I'd experienced. Emilio's eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine.

"Lucas?" he whispered, confusion etched on his face.

"It's okay, I'm here," I replied, relief washing over me.

Emilio's gaze dropped to my wrist, still bleeding into his mouth. His eyes widened in horror.

"What...what have you done?" he stammered.

I pulled my wrist away, and Emilio's eyes never left mine.

"You've turned," I said gently. "You're...one of us now."

Emilio's face paled, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he reached out, touching my face.

"Lucas, I don't understand," he whispered.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

"I'll explain everything," I promised. "We'll face this together."

As I held Emilio, I realized our love had crossed a threshold – into a world of immortality, where our bond would be tested.

The next day, Emilio's phone pierced the silence, shrill and insistent. I knew it was only a matter of time before the outside world intruded on our fragile bubble. I let it ring, unsure what to do.

Hours passed, and Emilio finally stirred, his eyes snapping open with a mixture of confusion and anger. He sat up, rubbing his temples.

"Lucas, what the hell happened?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I took a deep breath, bracing for the storm.

"You fainted," I began. "I had to give you my blood to revive you."

Emilio's gaze narrowed. "That's not what I mean. Why didn't you tell me you're a vampire?"

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully.

"I was scared," I admitted. "If I told you that first day, you would've run away. You would've thought I'm a monster."

Emilio's expression darkened. "You should've told me. I had the right to know."

"I know," I said, hanging my head. "But I couldn't risk losing you. Not after what I felt between us."

Emilio's anger seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by hurt.

"Why did you do it, Lucas? Why did you turn me?"

I reached out, taking his hand.

"I couldn't bear the thought of losing you," I repeated. "I wanted you to be with me, always. And now...now you are."

Emilio's eyes searched mine, seeking answers.

"What does this mean?" he asked. "What am I now?"

I took a deep breath.

"You're...one of us. Immortal. A vampire."

Emilio's face paled, but he didn't pull away.

"What about my family, friends?" he asked.

I hesitated.

"We'll figure it out," I promised. "Together."

Emilio's gaze lingered on mine, a mix of emotions swirling.

"I need time," he said finally. "To process this."

I nodded.

"I understand."

Emilio grabbed his bag and headed for the door, his expression still troubled. "I have to go to work," he said, his voice distant. I nodded, understanding the struggle he faced.

"I'll be fine," he added, though his eyes betrayed uncertainty. I wanted to hold him back, protect him from the world outside, but I knew he needed space.

As Emilio left, I felt a pang of worry. Would he be able to navigate this new reality? Would he be able to control his thirst?

Hours passed, and Emilio returned, looking pale and drawn. "Hey," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," I replied, concern etched on my face. "How was work?" Emilio shrugged, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight.

"Strange," he admitted. "Everything smells different. And I'm starving." My heart skipped a beat.

"You can't eat normal food," I reminded him gently. "Not anymore." Emilio's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of desperation creeping in.

"I know," he whispered, his voice cracking. "But I'm so hungry, Lucas."

Without a word, I bit into my wrist, opening a vein. "Drink," I urged, holding my wrist to his lips. Emilio hesitated, then drank deeply.

His eyes fluttered closed, and a look of bliss crossed his face. "Thank you," he whispered.

As he drank, I felt that same connection, that bond strengthening between us. It was more than just blood; it was a promise.

"Leave once you're done." He added and walked away.

Was he chasing me out?