Vampire Queen : Fated Love

The sleek, obsidian-black Rolls Royce Phantom hummed smoothly along the asphalt, its polished surface gleaming under the midday sun.

Inside, Josh reclined in the leather seat, his fingers casually drumming against the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car with ease. His father's prized possession radiated power and prestige—an extension of the William family's legacy.

Josh smirked as he glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his confidence brimming. He'd been looking forward to this meeting all morning, playing out scenarios in his head of how the day would unfold with Sarah.

After twenty minutes, he pulled up to the arranged spot, the car rolling to a stop like a king's carriage. As the tinted windows lowered, he spotted Sarah waiting by the curb.

She looked radiant, her silky black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her simple but elegant sundress swayed lightly in the breeze. Her smile was warm, almost disarming, and her posture was poised, exuding an effortless charm.

But behind her captivating smile, Sarah's mind was a tempest. Josh William, the one of the heir of this William family. The one who unknowingly destroyed my past, my heart, my love.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her handbag as she walked toward the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement.

Yet, on the surface, she maintained her demeanor—a picture-perfect blend of sweetness, mystery, and allure. She needed to play her role perfectly if she wanted to infiltrate this family.

As Sarah slid into the passenger seat, Josh leaned over, his signature grin already in place.

"Hey, beautiful. Took you long enough to get ready. I was starting to think I'd have to call and beg you to show up."

Sarah tilted her head, her smile widening just enough to send a thrill through Josh. Her voice, soft and melodic, carried a hint of teasing.

"Would you have begged, Josh? I didn't think you were the type."

Josh chuckled, his eyes gleaming as he started the car.

"For you, Sarah? I'd get on my knees."

She laughed lightly, the sound almost enchanting, though her mind churned with darker thoughts. Flatter yourself all you want, Josh. Soon enough, you won't even realize you've walked into my Trap.

The car glided down the road as they headed toward the next destination Josh had planned—a luxurious lakeside café with private seating.

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As they drove, Josh kept sneaking glances at Sarah, enchanted by her every move. The way she brushed her hair back or how her lips curved into a knowing smile had him completely captivated.

"You look amazing today, by the way," — Josh said, his voice lower now, almost reverent.

Sarah turned to him, her dark eyes sparkling like hidden secrets.

"Do I? Maybe it's the compliment. You make me feel special, Josh."

He laughed, leaning slightly closer.

"That's because you are special."

"Special?" Sarah thought, her mind mocking the word. Your guy's made me feel special once, Josh. Special enough to take everything I loved and destroy it.

But her lips curved into another smile, one that seemed shy yet confident. She allowed a faint blush to touch her cheeks, her head dipping slightly in faux humility.

"You're too sweet."

Josh practically melted at her response, his mind already fantasizing about where this budding relationship might lead.

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When they arrived at the café, Josh made a grand gesture of opening the car door for Sarah. She stepped out gracefully, her movements calculated yet natural, and hooked her arm around his as they walked inside.

The café staff greeted them with respect, escorting them to a secluded table overlooking the lake. As the shimmering water reflected the sunlight, Sarah leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes focused entirely on Josh.

He took the bait, his grin widening as he leaned closer.

"You know, Sarah, I've been thinking... we should do this more often. Just the two of us."

Sarah tilted her head, her expression soft but curious.

"Why, Josh? Do you enjoy my company that much already?"

Josh laughed, his voice laced with mischief.

"Can you blame me? A guy like me doesn't come across someone like you every day."

Her laugh was light, but the undertone was chilling.

"Oh, Josh. You're such a charmer. But I wonder, how many girls have heard those same lines?"

Josh raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Hey, I'm not that bad. Maybe a little... experienced, but not bad."

Sarah's gaze deepened, her smile taking on a sharper edge as she took a sip of her drink.

"Experience is good, Josh. It shows me you know what you want."

He blinked, slightly taken aback by her boldness, but it only fueled his interest.

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While Josh was lost in the moment, Sarah's mind wandered back to her purpose. Every smile, every laugh—this is for you, Ibram.

They took you from me, and now they'll pay. But first... I'll make them trust me. I'll make them welcome me into their home, their lives.

Her resolve hardened, though her expression remained soft. She reached across the table, lightly placing her hand over Josh's.

"Josh," she said, her voice low and intimate, "thank you for today. It means a lot to me."

Josh's heart raced at her touch, and he grinned, his confidence soaring.

"Anything for you, Sarah. This is just the beginning."

Yes, Josh, Sarah thought, her eyes glinting with a dark promise. The beginning of the end—for you and your family.

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As the evening wore on, Josh was completely under Sarah's beauty l, unaware of the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior.

Sarah played her part flawlessly, each gesture and word carefully designed to pull him deeper into her web.

When he dropped her off at her house later that night, Josh watched her walk inside, utterly smitten.

Sarah paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder with a smile that was both sweet and mysterious.

"Goodnight, Josh. I had a wonderful time."

"Goodnight, Sarah," he called back, already counting the hours until he could see her again.

Once inside, Sarah's smile faded. Her sweet exterior cracked, revealing a flicker of the darkness that had been simmering all day. She clenched her fists, her thoughts racing.

You don't even realize it, Josh. You're falling, and soon, there will be no escape.

She walked to her room, her mind filled with memories of Ibram, her first love, and the pain of his loss. But now, that pain was her fuel, and her revenge was within reach.

" People will say , I am crazy!! — but how can I forget my 2000 year's love with Ibram ." — Sarah is now crying her Blue eyes is now like ocean full of Darkness and water is falling.

" Do people really think, Vampire are some kind of Evil worshipper, and Human are god favorite one "

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☞ William House RTC

Josh returned home, the excitement from his evening with Sarah still coursing through his veins. Parking his father's luxurious Rolls Royce in the driveway, he hopped out and headed toward the grand entrance of the William mansion.

The house was so quiet as he stepped inside, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

He called out, "Mom? Dad?" but there was no response.

Probably gone out for some event. He shrugged, making his way upstairs.

Passing by Eithan's room, he noticed the door slightly ajar but heard nothing inside. Eithan and Ruhr were talking earlier. Maybe they went out too.

As he reached his room, he paused at Adi's door. It was shut, the lights off. Little brat's probably at a friend's place. Josh smirked.

Finally alone, he entered his room and shut the door behind him.

Tossing his jacket onto the bed, he collapsed onto the mattress, his mind instantly replaying the moments from his date with Sarah.

Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle when she spoke—it all consumed him.

Reaching for his phone, he opened the photo gallery and found the picture he'd secretly snapped of her at the café.

She had been looking out at the lake, her head tilted slightly, her lips curled into that sweet smile that had him captivated.

Josh bit his lip, his gaze lingering on her image.

"God, Sarah… you're something else," — he murmured to himself, his tone low and full of yearning.

His thoughts grew bolder, imagining what it would be like to hold her, to feel her close.

His fingers brushed over the screen of his phone as if touching the photo would somehow bring her to life.

Josh leaned back, letting his imagination take over. He thought of how she'd looked in that Girl dress doll, the way it hugged her figure, and how her laughter had sent shivers down his spine.

His heart raced as he pictured her sitting on his bed, her mysterious Blue eyes locked on his.

The silence of the room seemed to thicken as his fantasies deepened, and Josh found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull Sarah had on him. It wasn't just infatuation anymore; it was something stronger, more uncontrollable.

But just as his thoughts began to spiral further, a sharp knock on his door jolted him out of his reverie.

"Josh, you in there?" It was Eithan's voice, casual but curious.

Josh scrambled to sit up, quickly locking his phone and shoving it under a pillow.

"Yeah! What do you need?" he called back, trying to steady his voice.

Eithan pushed the door open, stepping inside with his usual laid-back demeanor.

"What's with you, man? You've been acting all weird lately. You disappear for hours and come back looking… I don't know, like you're in some kind of daze."

Josh chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Just… life stuff, you know? Nothing to worry about."

Eithan raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but not pressing further.

"Alright, whatever. Just don't do anything stupid."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Josh alone once more.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Josh exhaled deeply, his hand instinctively reaching for his phone again. This time, though, he hesitated. His thoughts were a mess, a mixture of guilt and overwhelming desire.

"Sarah…" he whispered, staring at the screen. What are you doing to me? I might go crazy for you !