Vampire Queen : Fated Love

Sarah stepped out of the cab and onto her driveway, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The air was crisp and cold, the kind that carried a biting chill even as the stars twinkled above in a dark canvas. Her home, an old yet grand structure nestled in the heart of Entropy, loomed before her. Its gothic design was both beautiful and haunting, much like the woman who lived there.

The house seemed to exhale as Sarah opened the heavy wooden door, letting herself in. It was late, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the intricate marble floors. She paused briefly, glancing toward the living room.

Sarah stared at the faint cracks in her ceiling, the room cloaked in the stillness of early morning. The question lingered in her mind, unspoken yet deafening.

"What is the meaning of life?"

She closed her Soft blue eyes, the question gnawing at her. For centuries, she had asked herself this, often finding no answers—only fleeting moments of distraction. Once, life had been simple. Life had been love. Life had been Ibram.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she sat up, letting the heavy silence weigh on her.

"Was life revenge?"

It felt like it had become that. Every choice, every action she'd taken since that fateful day had been driven by her hatred for the William family. The memories of Ibram's Death body were disappear into nothing, pushing her forward, chaining her to this path.

"Was life survival?"

Perhaps that was all she had left. The world had a way of stripping people down to their bare essence, and for Sarah, that essence had been her will to survive. The centuries had not been kind; they had hardened her, shaping her into the creature she was now. A queen. A predator. A ghost of what she once had been.

And yet, something deep within her rebelled against the idea that this was all there was.

"Was life a love?"

The thought hit her like a blade to the chest. Once, she had believed so. Ibram had shown her that love was a reason to exist, With him, she had felt whole, World. But love had been ripped away from her, and in its place, a gaping void remained.

"Love is a weakness," she thought bitterly, but the words didn't convince her. They felt hollow, like the mask she wore for the world.

She walked to the window, her bare feet cold against the floor. Pulling the curtains aside, she gazed out at Entropy. The city stretched before her, alive and vibrant, its lights a reminder of the lives teeming within. Humans, with their fleeting existence, somehow seemed to find meaning in the smallest of things—a smile, a touch, a fleeting moment of happiness.

She envied them.

Her own life was eternal, yet it felt as though she had died a thousand times over.

"Maybe life isn't about meaning,"

she thought, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her reflection in the glass. The woman staring back at her was beautiful, powerful, but hollow. A shell.

" Maybe life wasn't about meaning at all. Maybe it was about choice."

Her soft blue eyes burned with a renewed intensity. She had made her choice long ago: to destroy the William family, to avenge Ibram, to reclaim the dignity that had been stolen from her. And now, she was closer than ever to fulfilling that choice.

Josh was a stepping stone, a means to an end. She would play her part, act her role, and when the time was right, she would strike.

"If life has no meaning," she thought, her lips curling into a cold smile, "then I'll give it one."

She turned away from the window, the darkness in her heart settling like an old friend. For now, she had a role to play, and the world would bow to her script.

And when the curtain fell, Sarah vowed, she would be the one left standing.

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Leo, her ever-faithful subordinate . Who is Act as her father, was sprawled on the worn couch. His snores filled the silence, his hand still clutching a book he had probably been reading before dozing off. The sight would have been comforting, even endearing, had Sarah still been the naive girl she once was.

But that girl had died long ago.

With a faint sigh, she climbed the winding staircase to her room, her steps silent against the polished wood. Once inside, she closed the door with a soft click, leaning against it for a moment. Her mind was racing, her carefully curated expression beginning to crack.

Her room was a blend of modern elegance and old-world charm. Dark wood furniture complemented by sleek, minimalist decor; a single painting of a serene forest hung on the far wall, the only remnant of her once-idealistic self. She crossed the room to the bathroom, her heels now discarded, and turned on the faucet.

The cold water felt sharp against her skin as she splashed it on her face. For a fleeting moment, it grounded her, pulling her back to the present. But it didn't last.

Memories hit her like a freight train.

" Ibram."

His name echoed in her mind, a name she hadn't allowed herself to think about in years. He had been her everything—her anchor in a world that saw her as a monster.

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His laughter, his warmth, the way his golden eyes seemed to pierce through every layer of her being, all of it came rushing back with painful clarity.

But the memories weren't all sweet. The image of that night, lifeless on the cold ground, overshadowed everything else. She gripped the edge of the sink, her nails digging into the porcelain as the rage bubbled to the surface.

The William family had done this.

They had taken everything from her, stripping her of her love and her reason to live. They had left her to rot in the misery of her immortality, and now, they thrived while she was forced to piece herself back together.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, low and humorless. "And now their son thinks I'm his next conquest," she muttered, shaking her head.

" Josh, Eithan , Adi , George , Rocky, Tara , Ruhr & Albert."

" Josh —"

The memory of him at the restaurant earlier that evening made her stomach turn. His eager, almost desperate infatuation was laughable, yet useful. He was just like his family—arrogant and oblivious to the pain they had caused. But Sarah knew better than to let her emotions cloud her judgment.

Josh was a tool, a pawn in her game of revenge. And he was the perfect one.

She straightened, staring at herself in the mirror. Her reflection shifted as her emotions took over. The soft blue of her eyes bled into a deep crimson, glowing faintly under the bathroom light. Her black hair turned stark white, cascading down her back like a veil of snow.

This was her true form—the Vampire Queen.

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For centuries, she had this part of herself a kind-hearted girl, who was Loved by all People around him. Even the previous Queen , her mother was also proud of her because her honestly, Every Vampire trust — Faith on Sarah ,a dutiful daughter , Queen , Women .

For All her enemy she was a monster, A MONSTER.

But in this moment, she let the mask fall, embracing the darkness that had become her identity.

Sarah's lips curled into a cold smile, her fangs glinting faintly. "They think they're untouchable, because of Rich" she whispered to herself, her voice a mix of venom and determination.

"But they've forgotten who I am. What I am. The Queen"

She stepped out of the bathroom, her bare feet silent against the floor. Crossing the room, she sat on the edge of her bed, her crimson eyes fixed on the window. The city lights of Entropy twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.

Josh's obsession with her was almost pitiful. The way he had fawned over her, his words dripping with unfiltered desire, had been nauseating. Yet she had played her part, flashing a sweet smile, her voice soft and inviting.

"Men are so predictable," she thought, a trace of disdain in her mind.

Her plan was simple: gain Josh's trust, marry him, and secure her place in the William household. From there, she would dismantle them piece by piece, make them feel the pain they had inflicted on her.

But as the hours passed, doubt began to creep in.

"What would Ibram think of her now?"

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Ibram had always believed in love, in forgiveness. He had been her light in a dark world, the one who had shown her that there was more to life than power and revenge.

"Forgiveness is a luxury I can't afford," she whispered, as if answering the question in her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft tone ring of her phone. She glanced at the screen, her eyes narrowing as Josh's name flashed across it.

The sight of his name brought a mix of emotions—anger, disgust, and a twisted sense of satisfaction. She picked up the phone, her voice calm and sweet as she answered.

"Josh," she said, her tone dripping with feigned affection.

"Calling so late? I hope I didn't leave you wanting more."

His laugh on the other end was nervous, eager. "Sarah, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Tonight was... incredible."

She rolled her eyes, glad he couldn't see her expression.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied, her voice softening to a near purr.

"I'll admit, I haven't had such a... stimulating conversation in quite some time."

Josh chuckled, the sound grating against her ears. "I was wondering if we could meet again? Maybe somewhere more private this time?"

Sarah's smile widened, though it held no warmth. "Private, hmm? I like the way you think, Josh."

He stammered, clearly caught off guard by her boldness. "R-really? That's great! How about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect," she said, her tone sugary sweet.

"I'll be counting down the minutes."

As the call ended, she stared at the phone in her hand, her smile fading. She tossed it onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

The pieces were falling into place, just as she had planned. But deep down, a part of her wondered if this path would truly bring her the closure she sought.

Would destroying the William family fill the void Ibram had left behind?

Her crimson eyes darkened, her expression hardening.

"It doesn't matter," she thought.

"This isn't about closure. It's about justice."

The night stretched on, the silence of her room broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. Sarah remained awake, her mind a whirlwind of memories and plans. By the time the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, she had steeled herself for what lay ahead.

Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Sarah intended to savor every bite.