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Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous.

"I contemplate the woman." She makes a slightly disguised gesture; he eats my traveling companion. I must admit that he is not bad. It is not a typical beauty out of Greek novels far from it. It's more Damon style from the vampire series. You know he's good, but it's his presence and dark personality that make him more attractive. I lift my eyestoward above. "How shameless."

A smile broke out of his naturally pale face—a face I don't find attractive. A lot of people, mostly humans, claim that vampires are attractive, but in my opinion, they aren't as handsome and beautiful as Lycans. A vampire looks like a walking dead. They are naturally pale and cold. How can you even enjoy a night with these creatures when their touch is cold? Even their faces don't look alive. What I want is a face that shows vigor, a touch that gives warmth, and someone who gives the impression of sending you to heaven, not hell.

Vlad was waiting outside my dorm while Taylor did my makeup, enthusiastic to give me a glam face beat. "This is too much, Tay," I wiped the golden shimmer on my eyelids and cleaned the residue on a piece of Kleenex, much to her annoyance. "It's just lunch, not a fashion contest." "Your first impressions matter. A little touch-up won't hurt." Leaning closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Vampires think they look better than Lycans. You need to prove them otherwise. And you better not go with your ugly hoodie."

his voice, calm and clear. At that moment, the world went silent,, and immediately I raised my head and met his eyes, I knew. He was one of us. I didn't expect to meet one so fast. He smiled at me and nodded. His blue eyes were beautiful and mysterious, they looked like they held something old behind them. His skin was pale, but not sickly, and dark hair curled slightly over his forehead. And his jawline, sharp, defined, only made his smile more dangerous. He looked like a vampire from an old Gothic painting. The kind that didn’t just drink blood, but stole souls with a single glance.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

When she managed to take a step, a hand forcefully grabbed her arms. Aesthelia looked back to see the vampire, with burn marks on his face and down to his neck. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, baring his fangs out in the open. The vampire looks different this time. It's not because it has burn marks; his eyes darkened. He looks so much worse and more demon-like. Aesthelia looked terrified at this moment. The vampire's grip becomes tighter. His eyes were changing to a darker shade of red, which made Aesthelia's heart beat faster in fear.

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across

It leaned towards more of a dark aesthetic with dark hues of red, violet and black with gold and silver accents, decadent chandeliers and strategic lighting that brightened up the place while leaving some specific areas in a lit but somehow darker portions. It was in these corners the vampires played. It was hard to keep my eyes off them mostly because this was the first time I was seeing vampires in person. They were lean yet bulked and deathly pale. I always felt like for a wolf I didn't have much of a tan but next to them, I looked like a golden brown. It became even harder to avoid looking at them when I noticed the stage. The stage where a ménage of vampires were fucking while taking bl