#phantom fic

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You’ve been asleep for hours in his bed. Wrapped in his sheets and blissfully content in the small room tucked away in the corner. He never thought he’d see the day. He feels a little guilty and ashamed that he scared you, but he would apologize the moment you woke up. He just had to show you the dress and the veil and lay out exactly what he wanted from you. All he has ever wanted is you. The moment he laid his eyes on you from the wings of the theater, he knew you were his calamity and revelry.

He sits at his piano, aimlessly hoping to distract himself from thinking of you. He has plenty of music to write, but your beautiful face creeps into his mind like a mystical fog. Your beauty is something to be seen. He swears you were dropped down from heaven for him. You shouldn’t be this perfect but somehow you are. Aphrodite could never compare to your beautiful mind, heart, and soul. You bring him peace beyond his wildest dreams.

He picks up his quill and dips the tip in the onyx ink. He tries to remember the last few notes he played and wanted to add to the score. They come back to him and he gets swept up by the music in his mind. The music he writes for you. God, he can hear your angelic voice sing these notes already. Your voice makes him have shivers run down his spine and fall more and more in love with you. Again, you are not of this world to him. Too perfect and pure for a creature like him.

Behind him, your voice rings out like a siren. He takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes, soaking up that beautiful sound.

“Hello, my darling,” he coos. He stays looking forward at his sheet music, not ready to see how you look when you first wake up. He never thought he’d get to see such a sight. You tread quietly and carefully. His heart pounds against his ribcage, waiting to feel your presence again. Instead, he gets a bigger surprise. Your hand slowly slides up his back, right along his shoulder blade, and down to his chest. Your touch paralyzes him and also lights him on fire.

“My Angel,” you breathe in his ear.

His body melts into your touch when he hears your voice like that, soft and beckoning. Your hands continue to roam over his chest and touch the part that’s exposed in the low V-neckline.

He finds himself closing his eyes and enjoying every second of this. Your hands travel up to his neck and eventually up to his face. He was sensitive about anyone looking at him for too long or getting their hands remotely too close to his mask. With you, he didn’t have that fear. You gave him the most peace.

He hears your breathing become ragged and uneven and he slowly turns to face you in his seat. Dear God, your face is more beautiful when you’re needy and groggily awake.

“What is it? You’re shaking,” he asks you, gently taking your hands in his and stilling you.

“Is this a dream?” You say in a haze, your eyes mapping every detail of his face.

“No, I’m right here. I’m real.”

“I don’t believe it,” you whisper.

He squeezes your hands a little tighter, trying to assure you. It doesn’t seem to phase you, though.

“I don’t know how else to convince you of that, my dear. I’m right here, waiting on your beck and call.”

Your eyes flutter and nod your head, your chest heaving in your nightgown. You suddenly lean down and press your lips to his in a long, sweet kiss. Now he’s convinced this is a dream. Your lips are so soft and perfect. At first, you’re a bit hesitant, not sure if this is reality. But his hands softly caress your head and try to give you comfort. Your arms wrap around his neck and he feels your body melt.

Your lips become more needy and the kisses get longer and more passionate. He begins to kiss back, feeling how much you want him. He lets his hands slowly roam down your back and to your waist, feeling the soft curve of your hips. His grip tightens slightly and he pulls you between his legs. He’s dying for more closeness. You can barely catch your breath and your hands claw at his shoulders.

He pulls away, wanting you to breathe and not get overwhelmed. Your eyes look at him in shock and with intoxication. Your beautiful gaze leaves him completely at your mercy. You can ask him anything in this world and he’d give it to you.

“My Angel, now I think I’m dreaming. What have I done to deserve this?” He asks a bit breathlessly.

“I don’t know… I just needed to feel you weren’t just some hallucination,” you pause and stare down at his hands wrapped around your waist and his spread legs.

“You look like you need to persuade yourself on the matter too…” You whimper.

His jaw clenches at that invitation and he feels every part of his body stiffen.

“Tell me when to wake up and stop if you don’t want me, okay. Promise me,” he growls.

You quickly nod your head, pressing your lips together.

“I promise.”

His heart gallops away and he breathes in slowly, trying not to get too overwhelmed. He lets his hands crumple your nightgown in his fist, feeling the smooth, supple flesh underneath. He pulls you in a bit closer, needing to put his lips on you and kisses your torso. You gasp, the feeling of his lips on your body surprises you. Your soft little sighs make him want to crumble at your feet. Your arms are wrapped around his neck again and you pepper kisses on the top of his head.

This must be what heaven is like. Blissful peace with you wrapped around him, kissing him like he’s all you have ever needed.

His fingers tremble when they graze your inner thigh, slithering higher and higher. He looks up at you expectantly, making sure you want this. You bite your bottom lip slightly and hold onto him tighter. His finger finds your slit and you’re dripping wet. He can’t help but grumble, pleased at the discovery.

You gasp as he rubs his finger back and forth, hitting your sensitive little bud. Your eyes flutter closed and let your head fall back. The sight is something to behold. He’s so in love with seeing you like this.

He adds another finger, rubbing through your wetness and your hips begin to grind against him.

“Does this feel good?” He asks.

You nod your head and whimper, fighting the pleasure coursing through you.

He just wants to hear your voice, what it sounds like when you’re being coaxed into climax.

“Tell me, let me hear you, my Angel,” he coos.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out this soft, whimpering cry. He can’t help crumble just watching you. The ecstasy that washes over your face with every motion of his fingers has him keening for more.

“Yes, yes I love it,” you whisper.

His body stiffens and he feels his heart beat like a drum in his chest. All he wants to do is please you. He can’t deny how he’s thought of having you in a moment like this. Having you crave him the same way he has for so long. It’s always been something he’s tried to hide from you. He tried not to look at you for too long or you might see his longing stare. He wants nothing more than to have you in his arms and kiss every inch of your skin.

His fingers continue to rub and tease at your entrance. You feel like heaven, melting in his hand and crying out for him in soft little whimpers. He’s gentle, and pushes the tip of his finger inside you. You gasp, holding onto his shoulders tightly and moaning when he moves in and out of you.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moan.

It’s like music to his ears. He loves hearing you come apart. He works you into a weak, needy mess. Your hips move and you place you knee on top of his thigh, spreading your legs apart for him. He wants to take all your clothes off and revel over your perfect skin. His other hand slowly lifts up your nightgown, where he sees your wetness covering his fingers. You look good enough to eat, perfect in every way and he is dying to have you.

He reminds himself to be patient; he has so much time with you. He doesn’t need to rush anything with you. He slowly adds another finger inside you and you nearly buckle. He has a firm grip on your hip again and stills you. You look at him with wild eyes and your chest heaving.

“You’re so wet for me. You feel so good,” he groans as his fingers keep exploring you.

You moan again and he feels you instantly flutter around his fingers. He shoots his eyes back up at you and watches your reaction very closely.

“Do you like this, my Angel? Do you like my finger begging for you to come undone?” He rasps.

Your body stiffens and you flutter around him again.

You like to hear his voice it seems…

He can’t hide the smirk that’s formed on his face with this new discovery. He begins to curl his fingers inside you and watch you lose all control.

“Yes, you’re making me feel so good. I- I feel like I’m going to-,” you struggle for words.

“I know, I know. Just fall apart my dear. I’ll catch you,” he assures you.

He discovers this part inside you that makes you roll your eyes back and moan with pleasure. Damn it he can’t get enough of this. Why do you have to be so perfect when he is far from it? He keeps pushing there and feeling your walls begin to squeeze.

“That’s it Angel, let go. You’re doing so good.”

You let out a cry that echoes amongst the lair. Your body holds onto him tighter, leaning your weight onto him as your walls squeeze around his fingers. The more he moves his hand, the more sounds from your wet core came out and made him want more of you. Your chest heaves against him as your fingers scratch at his back.

You put all your weight on him and sit on his lap, unable to hold yourself up anymore. He slowly takes his fingers out of you and you whimper at the loss of him. You both look into each other’s eyes and have just the sound of your breathing filling his ears. Your eyes search his face for something. Your face looks flushed but still gorgeous in every way.

“What is it?” He murmurs in your ear, then kisses your cheek softly.

“I want you. I want to make you feel the same way I do. I want to touch you.” You have a neediness in your tone, almost begging him to let you touch him.

His first instinct is to say no. He doesn’t want you to see him bare with nothing left to hide. You deserved better. On the other hand, he was dying to have you. Touch every inch of your body and pull you into his, making love to you like he’s dreamed.

How was he to say no to you? Your eyes silently begged for his attention and your hand softly caressed his face. He melts under your touch and all inhibitions go out the door. He kisses the palm of your hand and revels in the feeling of your skin. He trails kisses down your arm and across your chest. You let him touch you freely and moan softly when he reaches sensitive spots on your neck.

He pauses briefly and look up into your eyes again.

“I need you terribly. You don’t want me to wake up from this dream yet?” He asks.

“No please, I want you too,” you whimper.

He smiles at you and peppers kisses on your cheeks. You’re warm under his lips and the rest of your body roars with heat against him. God, he loves you so much it shouldn’t be possible. He wants to savor every moment of this with you.

He lifts you off of him momentarily while he sheds his pants. He then takes your hand and pulls you back in, needing you closer than ever. Your eyes survey him and look back up at him with flushed cheeks. Without hesitation, you straddle his hips and sit in his lap. One by one, the buttons on his shirt get undone and you push it off his frame.

He needs to feel more of your skin too. He quickly pulls your nightgown off and gets to look at your perfect skin, full breasts, and trembling legs. Your hands trace his body to memory, slowly going down his chest, to his torso, until they find his length. You stop, not sure if you should go any lower. He wanted your touch so bad, he couldn’t hide it any longer.

He takes your hand and wraps it around his length. Damn it, it felt so good. He guides you through how he likes to be touched with firm, long strokes. You watch and bite your bottom lip, becoming needier by the second. His mouth kisses and begins to suck on your breasts, leaving little purple splotches behind.

Your breathing is labored and your face is covered with pleasure as your hand keeps moving on him. He greedily takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, eliciting a carnal groan from you. He had a feeling you might like it.

His cock aches for more of you and he lifts you up by the hips. You let go of his length and brace your hands on his shoulders. He looks at you to make sure you want this as badly as he does. You tremble with need and beg for him. He can’t keep you waiting any longer.

He slowly lowers you down on his length and stills. God, you feel like heaven. So warm and tight around him, you instantly flutter around the first few inches. You can’t catch your breath and look at him in shock. He nods at you, trying to get you to calm down.

“You feel so good, you’re doing so good,” he coos.

You smile and lean in to kiss him.

It’s a fiery, passionate kiss, nothing like the ones before. You were burning from the inside out and needed to get this burning desire satisfied. He kisses back with equal amounts of passion, pulling you in by the back of your head and pulling your hair slightly. You groaned in between kisses and whimpered his name. He grows even hungrier for you and just wants to taste you. His tongue flicks your bottom lip, seeing if you’d like it. It shocks you at first, not expecting him to do that. But you do it back to him and he groans heavily. He claims your mouth as his own, swirling his tongue around yours and loving the way you taste.

He pushes you down to take more of him and pulls you back up. You break the kiss with a gasp that turns into a groan.

“Oh God, please… please you felt good like that,” you groan.

His heart thumps wildly at your cries.

“Like this?” He asks, pushing you down on him again.

You let your head fall back and groan loudly.

“Yes,” you whimper.

He moves you a gradual pace taking little by little, but you love it when he’s filled you completely. You squeeze around him like this and it makes it hard not to want to finish right now. He continues to pepper your angel-like skin with his kisses as you ride him, telling him how much you love this.

Your hands beg for him to kiss you more, to have him talk to you through this, to give you more of his cock like you haven’t gotten enough of it so far. Every kiss and every motion of your hips brings him closer to climax. He’s in too much shock that this is happening with you. He can feel how your body is aching and throbbing with every thrust he’s giving you. The way you squeeze your eyes shut and have your jaw drop when he bottoms out is almost all it takes for him to finish.

Your walls flutter around him and you press your lips together, trying to hold back.

“Cum for me, let me watch you,” he says breathlessly, thrusting you faster on him.

You open your eyes and grunt, barely able to catch your breath. Your eyes meet his and he watches you crumble. Your tight walls squeeze around him and the waves of your orgasm hit you. At first, a bit gently, then, in massive thundering crashes. Your hips chase the high you’re feeling and continue to move while you climax. Every squeeze from you makes him groan like a feral animal. You feel too damn good; you have ruined him for life.

He can’t hold back any longer and comes with you, ragged and needy. He bucks his hips up into you as he pours himself into your core. You groan with him as you feel his warmth coating the inside of you. He feels like he’s not on earth with you. This couldn’t happen in real life but somehow, it’s happened to him. You slow down but keep riding him, almost in a daze that this happened. He tries to catch his breath but fails. Especially with you still moving on his sensitive length.

After a while, you’re exhausted and wrap your arms around his neck and collapse onto him. He sighs in content, feels overwhelmed and overjoyed. His nose is buried in your beautiful auburn curls, making you look more like an angel than a woman. He memorizes the scent of your hair; citrusy with a hint of rosemary. He’s loves that’s he’s gotten to be this close to you and soak up all these details he’s never known before.

“I need to wake up, my Angel,” he coos softly.

“No, I don’t want to leave you,” you protest.

He lifts you off of him and grunts at the sensation. His eyes quickly examine how you look. Perfect as ever. He kissed you too much, leaving your lips a bit red and swollen. His eyes trailed down to the inside of your thighs, where both of your arousals leaked down. He shouldn’t like seeing that as much as he did but it drove him nearly mad. He wanted to make love to you like this again and again.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, I just need you to rest now,” he declares, sweeping you off your feet and picking you up in his arms.

You squeal, surprised that he picked you up so swiftly but almost instantly nuzzle into his chest. He takes you back into the bedroom, lying you down in the middle of the bed and covering your naked body with a blanket.

“Rest, it’s late my Angel,” he tries to persuade.

You grab his wrist before he turns away.

“Don’t go, rest with me,” you beg. Those doe eyes kill him every time.

“I don’t think I can rest in this bed with you,” he says bluntly.

You stare at him, a bit shocked, but a subtle smirk forms across your lips.

♱

Your mind races at what is happening. He won’t let you go. He is in dire need of you and a part of you loved it. The other part of you knew you had to get away from him. He was so dangerous, and he told you exactly what he had wanted to do to you. He couldn’t control the monster inside him anymore. He tasted your blood and let him free. 

You quickly back up from him and try to keep him at a distance. 

“Please, I won’t tell anyone what I’ve seen here. I just want to go back. They’re going to worry that-,” you stutter. 

“They’re going to worry about what? That I am keeping you down here?”

“Yes, they fear what you can do!”

“Good, let them.” He snarls as he turns his back on you. 

He walks back to his throne, annoyance shrouding his face. You were scared of what this horrible mood of his could do to you. He analyzes you, his eyes trailing up and down at you. Any other day, you’d think this was enticing, but today, you’re terrified of what he was conjuring in that mind of his. 

“You’re going to have to let me go at some point. I know you won’t let me starve down here without any food,” you snap. 

He chuckles at your demand and shoots his dark gaze back at you. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t darling. I’ll just bring food here for you. Takes care of that,” he smirks. 

Your heart can’t help but hammer away at the fact you’re stuck down here for good. Your pleas and your begging was not going to work this time. 

“I can’t believe you…” you mutter under your breath. 

“What can’t you believe?!” His voice bellowing through the cavernous room. “That am a monster that is starving or you can’t believe that I’d keep you down here for my own enjoyment?!” He stands up quickly and goes for you. You retreat and hold your hands out in front of you, trying to keep him at an arms length away from you. 

“Get away from me! I want nothing to do with you! You can’t keep me down here!” You yell at him. 

“I can and I will. Like I said, you will learn to see the man, not the monster,” he growls low, lifting his hand to his masked face. 

You stay utterly silent, resentment and anger boiling through you. 

“I won’t… not after you’ve treated me like this,” you say stiffly. 

You turn to go to your room, the only space you know he’ll let you be at peace in. 

*

Something you noticed about being this far underground is how quiet it is. The hustle and bustle of the city above you is utterly nonexistent. All except for the drops of water falling from the cave walls remind you you’re in this place. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine how you were warm and safe in your bed as a child. No worries cross your mind and peace is all you feel. 

The moment you do open your eyes, you are faced with the grim reality you’re here with him. All alone. The next few days you stay out of his sight. You couldn’t stand the thought of him or hear him speak. The way he spoke to you and treated you made you want to do nothing with him ever again. 

He left food outside your door the first day but didn’t touch it. You honestly didn’t have an appetite and didn’t want to touch any food he’s been around. Your stomach growled though and as the hours ticked by, you became more and more hungry. 

You heard the clank of the tray hit the floor outside your room as evening approached and your head shot in that direction. 

“You need to eat, don’t starve yourself,” he growls displeased. 

“Why? So you can feast more on me?!” You snap. 

“Do not make me come in there,” his voice booming loudly. 

You wait for his footsteps to get quieter to make sure he isn’t right in front of you when you open the curtain. On the tray was a stew of some kind with vegetables and potatoes. It smelled delicious and your mouth watered at the sight. You quickly lift it and hide back in your room. 

You ate it quickly and didn’t leave a crumb behind. You were thankful for him even getting you food. 

You knew you had to face him sooner than later. How else were you going to get out of here? 

He was sitting at his piano, his back facing you, and a bit slumped in stature. You can tell he senses you walk in because he sits up straighter and takes a deep breath in. Your nerves get the best of you and stand frozen there. You didn’t want to be any closer to him. 

“You decided to come out of that dungeon you’ve made for yourself?” He says without turning around.

“It’s not my dungeon,” you say sourly. 

“That’s how you’re acting! You’re acting like you're stuck in there and don’t even care to see me!” He hisses, turning around abruptly, and flashes his dangerous eyes at you. 

“Do you blame me!” You raise your voice back at him. “All you’ve done lately is threaten and ridicule me! I want nothing to do with you when you’re like that!” 

In a blink of an eye, his expression grows soft and he looks down at the floor in shame. 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, “I don’t mean for my temper to flare up… I just hate that you know the whole truth now...”

You stay silent but your cold hard gaze doesn't falter. 

You take a seat on the first step that leads to where he is and stay there. It was a safe enough distance to be from him. 

“Have you been… sleeping okay?” He asks carefully, knowing how stupid the question is. 

“No, I’m sure you know that. And what about you?” You ask sarcastically. 

He clenches his jaw at your tone and tries to regroup himself. 

“No, I haven’t been sleeping. I’ve been writing.”

“Oh, and you don’t sleep when you're writing?”

“No, not once I start writing an opera which this is. If I stop, it won’t have the same sound.” He explains. 

You wonder how many days he hasn’t slept. He looks just the same as the last time you saw him. Perfect and everything.  He must be affected by a lack of sleep differently than humans. 

“You’re not tired?” You ask him, holding your arms to your body for warmth. 

“We don’t get tired in the way you do. Sleep is mainly to revitalize us, make us stronger,” he says shortly. “But if I don’t sleep, it only makes my appetite more, ravenous.”

You feel your heart begin to pound in your ears as fear encapsulates your mind. 

He quickly turns away from you and mumbles something to himself frustratedly. 

“Which is a problem around you,” he says as he wipes the palms of his hands on his thighs nervously. 

He gets up and checks his pocket watch. 

“Go get dressed.” He says flatly. 

“What? A-are you letting me go?” You ask shakily. 

“No, but you’re coming with me. We’re going to a party.”

“A party? I thought you couldn’t go many places without being invited in?” 

“This place I’m welcomed. This place is where we can all be ourselves. To talk, to laugh, and more importantly, to feed. I won’t be able to last very long without blood and I would not be gentle if I took some of yours.” He rasps. 

The thought of his teeth piercing into your neck terrified you. The fact he knew he couldn't be around you or wouldn't be gentle with you made your stomach flip.

You stand up again in case you need to try and get away from him. You know you didn’t have a chance but you had to at least try. 

“Okay,” you tremble. 

He turns around and starts to head to his own room. He stops briefly to look back at you standing there motionless. 

“Wear something that covers your neck.” 

You swallow harshly and nod your head at him. You didn’t have the faintest clue where you two were headed but being anywhere with him was dangerous. You quickly go through your wardrobe and easily find something to wear. This particular design stood out to you. It was a mourning dress. Something women would wear for months during their mourning period of losing a loved one. The all-black dress and its neckline rose high enough that the material came just underneath your chin. The clock read midnight and a chill ran down your spine. You shouldn’t go anywhere this man. Who knows what he was going to do with you? But it looks like you don’t have much of a choice anymore. 

You step out into his lair and find him standing by the boat. As angry as you were with him, damn him for looking so good. He wore all black as usual with his collar popped and a long floor-length cape making him look more attractive than humanly possible. He reaches his gloves hand out for you and you begrudgingly take it so he can help you get into the boat. 

You both make your way up to the surface through a series of hidden doors that lead you to the back of the Opera house. There wasn’t much light out here but the faint sound of a horse whinnying makes your attention turn to the street. There you see a black horse and carriage waiting for you both. He led you to it and opened the door for you. You stepped in and he stepped in too after you. You were a bit confused, you didn’t know who was going to drive the carriage. Your body jerks at the motion of the carriage and all you hear is the sound of the loud gallop of the horse’s hooves along the cobblestone road. He kept his eyes on you the whole ride there, not saying a word but you knew he was dying for your attention. 

"You look ravishing," he murmurs. He bites the inside of his cheek when he stares at you and you swear his eyes turn darker. You feel your brow begin to sweat when he looks at you like this. You knew this man was starving and would probably do anything for a taste of yours.

The carriage made a gentle stop and you peeked your head to the window. You were in front of this old building that you thought had been closed for a decade. But based on the bright lights inside pouring out of it, it was as lively as ever. You glance back at him and he smirks at you. 

“Come.”

He grabs your hand and helps you get out of the carriage. You look up at the big worn-down building and stare in awe. 

“What is this place? I thought this building was abandoned?” You ask. 

“It’s not when we’re here. This is the Labyrinth.” He says as he starts to walk to the door. He knocks twice on the door and a tall burly man blocks the doorway. 

“Bonjour monsieur, welcome back,” the man tells him.

The entire place was buzzing with music and conversation. The room was packed with people and the second you walk in behind him, every pair of bloodthirsty eyes burn into you. Your blood runs cold and just know the sound of your thundering heart is enticing everyone in this room. 

His arm wraps around your body and for the first time in over a week, you don’t recoil in horror from his touch. You silently thanked him for keeping you close and away from these creatures. He swoops his cape around you and envelops you in his warm scent. All you can hear is both of your footsteps walking along the wooden floorboards, making your way to the back of the room. 

A quiet murmur of conversation begins to form thankfully, but that still doesn’t stop certain vampires from staring at you hungrily. 

He pulls a chair for you and has you sit. You have never felt so on edge and awkward all at the same time. You didn’t want to be here and wished you could make a run for it. You knew it was no use and would probably make it worse for yourself. 

There was a piano on the opposite side of the room that someone started to play and fill the room with the haunting sonata. A woman, probably around the same age as you, goes up to him with a goblet in her hand. 

“For you,” she says coyly. She looks up at him with a longing in her eyes and makes your ears burn with jealousy. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much but you didn’t like the way she was looking at him. 

“Thank you, darling, you’re too kind to me,” he coos and leans down to place a kiss on her cheek. 

God, you hated that you were feeling jealous right now! The man was keeping you in his lair for days on end and no one knew where you were but here you are, jealous that another woman gave him an ounce of attention. Watching his lips go on another person just made you intolerably angry. You shouldn’t feel this way and you should just look away but you don’t. 

Her eyes were telling of how she felt about him. The way she quickly drank in all of his body as he took the goblet from her hand and was distracted momentarily. You look away and try to hold it together but the more you look around, the more those hungry vampire eyes in the room find you. 

“It’s been too long E, where have you been?” The woman asks him. 

His eyes bashfully look down at the floor when she looks at him. Her arm intertwines with his and pulls him down to sit on the couch with her. 

“I’ve been busy darling, you know how it is,” he says low. 

You bite the inside of your cheek from making a disgusted sound. 

Darling ugh… that’s what he calls me. Jealousy tinged your every last thought. 

If this is why he brought you here to make you listen to every woman in here flirt with him, you were going to lose your mind and scream. 

“Oh, I thought you forgot about me. You promised you’d stop by more often,” she flirts. 

Oh, so he breaks promises to every girl he meets. You should have known. 

“I know, Ambre. Things have been difficult lately. But I’m here now.” He says taking a sip from his cup. 

You watch him take a drink and your throat goes dry when you see the crimson liquid stain his lips, thick and rich. 

Your heart races, watching him enjoy every sip of the blood in his cup. His eyes become more alive by the time he finishes it and he wasn’t lying to you, he was starved. You didn’t know he could get so weak if he didn’t feed. Even still, he radiated power. 

“Please stop by more E, we all miss you. I have so much to tell you,” the woman continues.

“I missed you too,” he says with a smile on his face. 

“Come get another drink with me,” she says standing up and pulling him away by his hand. 

You turn away from both of them, frustrated and annoyed at this all. You weren’t so naive that you thought you were the first woman he’d laid his eyes on. It just rubbed you wrong the way she was looking at him and the way his eyes also lit up when he looked at her. 

Suddenly a man steps in front of you, tall and also all dressed in black. You look up at him with the dangerous eyes he has and feel a thousand times smaller. 

“And who are you?” His voice is sultry and low. 

You stay silent and know this man is trouble. 

“Oh, you’re a little shy? That’s okay, I just had to come and meet you. You made my mouth water the second you walked in the door.”

Your heart hammers uncontrollably and quickly stand up to find him again. The man in front of you grabs you by the wrist though, his cool touch makes you feel repulsed. 

“Oh, where are you off to? I just want a taste.” He says darkly. 

“No!” You scream. 

In the blink of an eye, the man falls to the ground and he has his hand around his neck, keeping him pinned down. 

“If you ever think of touching her again, I will make sure you have a slow, and painful death. Do you understand me? She’s mine. All mine. How could you be so stupid? My scent is all over her and you thought it was okay to touch her?!” He growls. 

His tone was terrifying and you try to back away from both of them. 

“I’m sorry-,” the man tried to stammer out. 

“I don’t want to hear you’re sorry, get out.” He snaps at him, picking him up and shoving him in the direction of the door. 

Everyone was dead silent, not making any eye contact with him as he tried to regroup himself. He straightened out his jacket and scanned the room. 

“You all heard that. Don’t think about touching her or I will be the last thing you see. Understood?” He says loudly. No one dared look at him and all just murmured in agreement. 

He glances back at you, scared of what to do now. 

He gently leads you to a side room that was more closed off with lit candles and books lining the shelves. You sit on the long white couch on the opposite side of him and focus on your breathing. You had to calm yourself down or you’d faint. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you…” he says softly. 

You flash your eyes up at him and your heart can’t help but flutter at him. You loved that softer side of him, the one you didn’t get to see very often but made your heart melt. 

You don’t really acknowledge the apology right away. Something rang in your ear over and over that he said. 

She’s mine. 

Mine…

All mine.

Lord save me. 

The word carried a lot of weight. You couldn’t get it out of your mind and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“I’m not yours,” you whisper. 

You watch his whole body tense and look at you like you just ripped his heart out. 

“Don’t say that,” he says almost weakly. 

“I’m not. You need to know that.”

He turns away momentarily, clearly upset at your words. 

He then takes a few steps toward you and kneels in front of you. 

“You are my greatest affliction. You have no idea how I feel for you. But the way I can describe it now, is that you’re mine. All mine,” he says gently caressing your arms and leaning in slightly. 

You felt yourself slipping into his spell, slowly and effortlessly. 

“Don’t do this here,” you whimper weakly. 

He stops himself, inches away from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I just use my worst judgment when it comes to you.” He whispers, slowly backing away from you and standing up. 

You pinch your hand, trying not to show his words are affecting you.

“We’ll leave in a bit, I am sorry.” He says and turns to leave. 

You let out a relieved sigh being alone and the loud hum of the other room doesn’t feel as overwhelming here. Your emotions were all over the place and didn’t know if you should cry or hide in the corner from everyone. But the way he acted when it came to you surprised you. You had never had anyone stand up for you that way and confess such things. But the overall danger be bought still scared you. Your life was never the same because of him and you didn’t know how to go on. 

You hear footsteps coming toward you and you freeze. 

Ambre steps into the room. You give her a glaring look, not interested in being in the same room as her. 

“I wouldn’t come in here. You saw how he yelled at everyone.” You say flatly. 

“I’m not going to hurt you. And E trusts me, he always does. I would never want to get on his bad side,” she tells you. 

She keeps her distance, pacing the room slightly as she looks at the different pictures and books on the shelves. 

“Why are you here? I’m not in the mood for company,” you say shortly. 

She nods her head and takes a seat at a chair on the opposite side of you. 

“I just wanted to get to know the woman who has taken E’s heart,” she says affirmatively. 

You scoff at that sentiment, there was no way you could have a hold on the man like this. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh you can’t fool me, I can hear your heart flutter at the thought of him. I see the way you look at him too.”

Annoyance fills your veins, tonight wasn’t the night for catty conversation.

You really wanted to be snarky to her and tell her you could see the way she looked at him too. 

“What do you want with me? As you can tell I’m not having the best night.”

“Just thought I’d get to know you. It’s not often E brings in a human he’s so infatuated with.”

Infatuated. That’s one way to describe it. 

“There’s not much to know,” you say uninterested, “Who are you to him?” You pry. 

She laughs at your question. 

“A friend,” she says with a smile. “I met him decades ago, here in Paris when I was human.”

That last part made you stiff and it did pique your interest. 

“When you were human? How did you meet?” You ask carefully. A part of you didn’t want to know the truth.

She laughs a bit and continues, “I guess by chance. I went to see an opera at the theater and stayed after the whole crowd was gone. I just couldn’t get over the beauty of that place. I mindlessly wandered the halls, not thinking anyone would notice me, but he did. He scared me at first, but that magnetism he possesses pulled me in.”

“I’d go visit the theater any chance I could, in hopes I’d get a glimpse of him. I wouldn’t see him all the time. He lives in the shadows half the time. But our visits became more frequent, and our trust in one another grew. I could tell he was different, there was a reason I only saw him at night.”

“I wanted to stay with him one night and see where he lived. I begged and pleaded for him to let me spend more time with him. So he showed me that hauntingly beautiful place and showed me why he mainly hid down there. He showed me what he was. I was terrified, not expecting something so beautiful to be so terrifying.”

“But I also saw the shame and pain he had within him for not only his physical appearance but also this gift he was plagued with. It wasn’t easy for him, I pitied him in a way.”

You could resonate with that last part. You did feel bad that he was shunned from society not only because of his appearance but because of his craving for blood. It still hasn’t properly sunk in that he’s been like this for over a hundred years. You couldn’t fathom all that time suffering and feeling that way. 

“I feel the same. I wish I could take that pain away,” you say quietly. 

“That pity turned into longing. Longing to be like him and keep him company. I wanted a different life and I saw what immortality gave you. Power, strength, unlimited freedom. I wanted all of that.”

More jealousy stung at your heart and didn’t hide it. You hated the thought of him giving her all this attention even though probably weren’t alive when this was happening. She noticed your body language and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 

“I know it’s not something you want to hear, but I did have feelings for him. I wanted to love him and show him how much I cared for him. And when we did show our feelings, things were different...Maybe it was because I was human and he was an immortal being, something was missing. There wasn’t a connection, he didn’t look at me the way he looks at you. It was like there was nothing that could make him happy.”

“But I didn’t leave him still. I thought I could fill that unhappiness. I still asked him to bite me and he refused. But as years went on, he finally gave me what I wanted. He turned me and I got to have this gift. He actually brought me here, to this very place. He was drinking cups of blood all night, making himself satisfied. That's when I begged him to turn me or I'd leave him. I don't know if he did it because he was just in a good mood that night or he pitied me, be he did it in front of everyone out there and turned me. This is where a lot of us bring humans that know of us and want to be turned. Someone here would be more than willing to feed and turn a human." she says smugly looking at you.

"He was different after he bit me. It didn’t bring much joy to him and after I turned, he became more and more of a recluse. We used to come to this place every night, drink until our heart’s content, but little by little he just stopped showing.”

“I grew concerned for him, but he got heavily focused on his writing. He’d be down there for weeks not sleeping or eating. He was trying to create the most beautiful music for a new production. I didn’t know it then, but it seems he was writing that music for you,” she says a bit sourly.

“He’s told me he’s written music for decades, it wasn’t for me,” you try to explain. 

“The music was different, trust me I heard the operas he wrote before you arrived and after. There’s so much more passion to them. More love,” she says with envy in her eyes. 

“You must be mistaken. He doesn’t feel that way,” you say insecurely. 

“I know he does,” she says shortly. 

You look at her like you didn’t hear her correctly. 

“I know he’s… intense, to say the least. But he’s different. What he did out there earlier, he’s never done for anyone. If I was you, and that guy came up to me wanting to bite me, he’d gladly let him. What you two have, the very apparent connection, I’ve never seen him like that. You’re lucky to have this relationship with him.” Her voice was quiet, almost like it pained her to say it. 

“I just- I need time. I need time to wrap my head around this all. This world of his is new to me. I never knew what I was doing walking back into his theater.” You huff. 

“I remember feeling like that, but once you change, you’ll never want to know the human world. You have him forever,” she says softly. 

Your breathing hitched slightly when you listened to her. You must have heard wrong. 

“Did you say when I change? What do you mean?”

“When he bites you and makes you into one of us,” she says positively. 

You feel the room spin and everything shrinking on you. No no no, this couldn’t be your fate. You didn’t want to be like one of them. You loved your life and everything you got to do. But to be immortal and crave blood for all of eternity, that sounded terrifying to you. 

You seriously wanted to run out of here while he was distracted. You couldn’t bear to be with him for a second longer. 

“I can’t- I won’t let that happen,” you say defiantly. 

“I thought that’s what you wanted. I thought since you know the truth about him, that’s why you’re sticking around with him,” she says confused. 

“No! If I had the choice, I can’t be with him like that, like the way you chose. I don’t wish for this life.” You tremble. 

She grows silent and looks at you with disgust. 

“Then that’s something you two need to figure out,” she says flatly and stands up to leave. “I wouldn’t think too hard about it, it might not be your choice at the end of this.”

Your stomach turns and you put your head in your hands. This was all becoming more than you could handle. You didn’t know if you could ever face him again. Your eyes close and the thought of those razor sharp teeth flash in your mind, making you weep uncontrollably.

Part 10🥀

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