Vampire Queen : Fated Love

⁠☞Eithan and Josh in Josh's Room

Eithan slouched onto Josh's bed, his signature carefree grin plastered across his face. He grabbed a random object from Josh's desk—a small snow globe—and idly shook it as he spoke.

"Man, your room is always so messy. How do you even live like this?"

Eithan teased, tossing the snow globe back onto the desk.

Josh, sitting on the edge of his chair, barely glanced at him. His mind seemed distant, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh.

Eithan noticed the tension. His tone lightened but gained a subtle edge of curiosity.

"Hey, Josh, quick question. What's going on with Adi lately? He's been acting... weird. You know, more mysterious than usual."

Josh shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his brother's gaze.

"Weird? Adi's always weird. That's just who he is."

Eithan leaned back, propping himself up with his elbows on the bed.

"True, but this is different. Ever since you guys went to the old mansion... I don't know, something feels off. Did something happen there?"

Josh froze for a split second before quickly forcing a smirk.

"What, the mansion? Nah, nothing happened. You're overthinking things."

Eithan squinted at him.

"Sure about that? Because I remember you guys talking about killing a bird. Weird detail to bring up."

Josh's expression darkened, his smirk faltering.

"Yeah, we killed a bird. That's it. Nothing to overthink." His voice was sharp, defensive.

Eithan tilted his head, studying his brother's reaction.

"Okay, but why do you look like you've seen a ghost every time I mention it? It's just a bird."

Josh's mind raced. The "bird" they killed wasn't just a bird. It was him. A vampire. He could still see the body fall then deassapear, the unsettling feeling that had gripped him. But there was no way Eithan would believe the truth—or that Josh himself could accept it.

Forcing himself to breathe, Josh changed the subject, albeit awkwardly.

"Speaking of... weird stuff, Eithan. Do you think vampires are real?"

Eithan blinked, then burst into laughter.

"What?"

"I'm serious," Josh insisted, his voice low.

"Dude," Eithan said between chuckles,

"what have you been watching? Some late-night horror movie marathon? Vampires? Seriously?"

Josh's eyes narrowed.

"Just answer the question."

Eithan shrugged, leaning back further.

"No, vampires don't exist. What kind of question is that?"

Josh didn't look convinced.

"How can you be so sure? You don't think anything from those old stories could be real? Not even a little?"

"Bro," Eithan said, waving him off,

"stop spooking yourself. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts—it's all just made-up crap to sell movies and books. Nothing to worry about."

Josh leaned forward, his face pale.

"Yeah... right. Just made-up."

Eithan noticed the unease in his brother's tone but decided to keep things light.

"Look, if you're that scared, maybe lay off the horror flicks for a while. Watch something chill—like a rom-com. Or, better yet, take that girl to one of those cheesy date movies. That'll calm you down."

Josh shot him a glare.

"I'm not scared. I'm just... curious."

"Curious about vampires?" Eithan teased, smirking.

"Alright, Mr. Twilight. You do you think."

Josh muttered something under his breath and leaned back in his chair, trying to push the memories of the mansion and Ibram's haunting presence from his mind.

Eithan stretched lazily, standing up.

"Anyway, I've got better things to do than sit here and talk about imaginary bloodsuckers. Try not to freak yourself out, okay?"

Josh didn't respond, lost in thought. As Eithan left the room, the question lingered in Josh's mind. Do vampires exist? And if they do... what does that mean for Sarah? If they come to kill me ? I shall protect my family even if it is sacrifice.

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☞: Josh's Room

As Eithan's footsteps faded down the hall, Josh leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. His mind wandered again, inevitably circling back to Sarah. Her face, her voice, her allure—it consumed him. A dark, forbidden fantasy began playing in his head, one he couldn't shake.

He pictured her in the café earlier, her smile as sweet as honey yet tinged with something he couldn't define. The way her fingers lightly touched his hand, as if teasing him to dive deeper into the spell she had cast. Josh's breath quickened as his imagination ran wild, painting a mental image of Sarah that was far from innocent.

"She's perfect," he muttered to himself, a mix of obsession and lust swirling in his mind.

But even as he indulged in his fantasies, a faint unease lingered at the back of his thoughts. Something about Sarah felt... off.

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☞: Sarah and Natasha (Disguised as Lisa)

In a dimly lit room miles away, Sarah sat elegantly on a plush chair, her posture regal and commanding. Across from her stood Natasha, who now wore the guise of Lisa—a human girl they had taken out of the picture. Natasha had killed Lisa without hesitation, a choice that Sarah had planned differently.

Natasha leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, her lips curled in a smirk.

"Well, that was easy. Lisa didn't even see it coming. Humans are so fragile; it's almost boring."

Sarah, calm and composed, sipped from a glass of deep red liquid—blood, her essence and power. Her icy blue eyes glanced at Natasha, now filled with a faint crimson glow.

"I told you to kidnap her, Natasha, not kill her. You're drawing unnecessary , we are here to avenge not to kill innocent."

Natasha shrugged, unbothered by Sarah's chastisement.

"She was annoying. Besides, do you really think anyone's going to miss her? She was nothing, Sarah. A pest. Because to your plan u already dress as herself"

Her tone was arrogant, dripping with disdain for the human race.

Sarah set her glass down, her movements measured and deliberate. Her calm voice carried a weight that demanded respect.

"That pest was part of my plan. Max William doesn't trust easily. Lisa was our leverage to ensure Natasha—your new identity—could replace her seamlessly. Killing her was unnecessary. Do you know how much max know Lisa?"

Natasha straightened, her smirk fading.

"I get it, Sarah. I messed up. But you know how I am."

Her tone softened slightly as she added,

"I'd never intentionally ruin your plans."

Sarah stood, her presence commanding yet mysteriously serene. She approached Natasha, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"No, you wouldn't. Because you understand the stakes."

Natasha nodded, her arrogance giving way to deference.

"Always, my Queen."

A tense silence hung between them before Natasha's usual boldness returned.

"But you have to admit, it's working. Max already thinks Lisa's off on a last-minute trip, and he's practically eating out of my hand. Humans are predictable that way."

Sarah gave her a faint smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Good. Continue as planned. But remember, Natasha—restraint is key. If you let your emotions rule you, you'll end up like Ibram."

At the mention of Ibram, Natasha's arrogant demeanor faltered. She looked away, her jaw tightening.

Sarah tilted her head, her piercing gaze softening slightly.

"You were close to him, weren't you?"

Natasha's voice was quieter now, almost hesitant.

"He was... a friend."

"Just a friend?" Sarah asked, her tone unreadable.

Natasha hesitated before replying.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone."

Sarah's expression darkened, a flicker of pain crossing her face before she masked it with her usual composure.

"Yes. And the William family will pay for that. Every last one of them."

Natasha straightened, her voice steady.

"They will. I'll make sure of it."

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⁠☞: Natasha's Hidden Feelings

As Sarah turned back to her glass of blood, Natasha studied her quietly. The Queen's beauty was mesmerizing, her calmness like a storm waiting to break. Natasha had always admired her, respected her, even feared her. But there was something else—something she'd never dared to admit aloud.

Ibram.

He had been her secret. Her silent affection, her quiet longing. She had never told Sarah, knowing the Queen's love for him burned brighter and fiercer than anything else. But now, as she stood in the room with Sarah, Natasha couldn't help but feel the sting of loss—for him and for the unspoken truth she'd buried deep within herself.

"Sarah," Natasha said softly, her voice losing its usual arrogance.

Sarah glanced at her. "Yes?"

"You'll get your revenge. I'll make sure of it. For Ibram. For everything they've taken from us."

Sarah nodded, her gaze distant.

"We will. Together."

Natasha said nothing more, silently vowing that, no matter the cost, she would protect Sarah—even if it meant confronting her own hidden pain.