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Summary:

Dracopia becomes obsessed with a women he meets in the street

THE LIST:

Stalking,

Enemies to lovers,

Curvy FMC

Blood Play (coming soon)

Breath Play (coming soon)

Kink (coming soon)

Please take care of your mental health

"Many a sin I have witnessed And in many indeed I have been Many a rat I've befriended And so many a thorn stood between

But of all of the demons I've known None could compare to you"

See The Light

COPIA

I have been living in a run-down Victorian mansion, the Vines grew high, curling around every part of the exterior, making the place look like the image of death. The bricks are stained grey, with paint chipped and flaking. It seemed like the ghosts of its old inhabitants haunted its walls, but ghosts were the last thing on my mind.

Her name was unknown to me, all I had was images of the first time I saw her. She had thick black hair that enhanced her curves, and I couldn’t escape thoughts of her. Our first meeting replayed in my head daily, overturning like some blossoming fascination that I couldn’t quite get a grip onto. We wouldn't have noticed each other if we hadn't accidentally bumped into each other. Her books flew out of her hands as she turned around and spat venom at me, making sure I knew just how clumsy and ridiculous I was. Little did she know the fire she had just ignited a burning passion. Of course I apologized profusely. My mismatched eyes finding her brown eyes for the first time and her scent filled the air with notes of vanilla and leather that sent my heart into a frenzy. I gave her my best flashy smile, making sure to hide my fangs from sight, taking a moment to adjust as my heart pounded and my breath ran away with itself. She didn't return the smile; in fact, she just looked at me, snarled, and walked away. Her hips swinging behind her as if she didn’t give a fuck about anything. “Damn…” I whispered under my breath as my eyes followed her trailing her outline of her curvy body. She was short even with her combat boots, curvy and had those type of hips that screamed to be gripped onto...

I had never been spoken to like that before. Typically, my dates complied with my every request and whim. Being a vampire meant my looks were not lacking in any way. My eternal youth has at least given me one favour. My sharp, strong jawline accentuated my chiselled face, giving me an air of authority and mystery. And my mismatched eyes? The ladies absolutely loved those. One eye was a deep, hypnotic green, while the other was a piercing white, making my gaze more captivating. My usual experience was that my charm and physical allure were more than enough to ensure my dates' compliance and admiration. I spent my evening draining them of the life force they so delicately hold, willingly they give me a piece of them, just for me to throw them aside. I have no interest in the women that so kindly offer themselves up to me.

Ever since the moment we met, I had been sneaking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her shadow. She passed me almost like clockwork every day, her hips and cloak always swinging in a captivating allure. She seemed to have found the madness inside me that I hadn’t felt in almost centuries. A secret love, that was only mine to share... but first I needed her to notice me, to take interest... I had no idea of how I could grab her attention, she seemed so head strong, so Intune with who she was. Yet, the more I thought of her, the more I needed her.

Days turned into weeks, and my obsession with her only grew stronger. I noticed the little details about her: the way she tilted her head when she was deep in thought, the slight twitch of her lips when she was annoyed, and the way her eyes seemed to pierce through me with a mix of curiosity and disdain. I found myself oddly wandering the streets, hoping for any chance encounter, any fleeting moment where our paths might cross again.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows began to creep through the streets, I spotted her entering a small, dimly lit café. My heart raced as I plucked up the courage to follow her inside. She sat alone at a corner table, her eyes fixed on a book, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. I watched her for a moment, wondering what she was reading. Her book was black, leather bound and looked rather serious. I took in that enticing scent of hers; it was one that would make lucifer fall to his knees and have him offering himself up to his new queen, it was one that I had become all too familiar with in the passing weeks that I had been following her.

I grabbed a coffee and sat alone in the corner of the room, watching, waiting... when the waitress came over to see if I needed a refill. She bounced over, standing at the foot of the table bouncing on her heels. “Great…” I whispered to myself as she made eye contact with me annoyed that someone would dare disturb me from watching her.

“Do you need anything sir, a refill? Something to eat?” the waitress asked.

I looked at her with a blank bored expression. “No, I’m fine, erm…” I whisper out as I notice her in corner uncross her legs and place them back into a comfortable position. The site of her pink thighs that held such life, almost bringing me into a frenzy in front of the waitress. My eyes gazing over with lust for her.

“Sir, are you okay?” the waitress giggled her head tilted with concern after a moment of silence.

I shake my head bringing myself back to the moment and meet the gaze of the waitress “Si, si, I’m fine… Coffee please...” I utter, being short with her. Hoping that would get the waitress to leave me alone a little longer. The waitress finally takes the hint, huffing under her breath as she walks away. I could tell the waitress was interested in me, the way she bounded over, hoping for a lifeline… someone to flirt with in the quiet hours of her shift. To keep her entertained. I could just imagine her standing across me giggling and hanging on to my every word. Maybe she wanted someone to take home, keep her warm tonight… Sure, she was pretty, but I only have eyes for the girl sat in the corner.

The Girl

He's here, he's watching me. It’s the same guy I bumped into a few weeks ago on the street. I remember the day clearly; he wasn’t just any random passer-by. He was the guy that bumped into me, seemingly by accident, but now it feels like there was something more to that encounter. Ever since that day, I’ve had this uneasy feeling, like I’m being followed. And now, seeing him again, standing there and looking directly at me, confirms my worst fears. I make sure to keep my head buried in my book, trying my best to focus on the words in front of me. I do this to ensure that he can't see how uneasy and uncomfortable he's making me feel. As I shift in my seat, I take a deep breath, determined to maintain my composure and hold onto my confidence. Yet, I can feel his gaze lingering on me, scrutinizing my every move. I nervously smooth out the fabric of my dress on my thighs, hoping to distract myself from the intensity of his stare.

If he thinks I'm going to play his game, he must be insane. I have no interest in a guy who thinks it’s OK to just follow someone around like a dog in heat. I was born with a fire in my belly unlike most... I hold a high standard, and even though I don’t have many friends because of my introvert nature. I much prefer the company of books to a touch of another human.

I sit quietly, reading, his eyes ever present on me when the waitress comes over, shes a pretty girl, young with an ever-present smile.

“Need anything love?” she asks

“Only for that guy to go away” I mutter under my breath

“Sorry?” she asks, miss hearing my plea.

“Erm… coffee please” I smile at her.

I place my book down and head outside for a cigarette in the cool night air, hoping for a moment’s peace. The sun had fully set and only the cool glow of the streetlights remained, a slight shudder envelope me, giving me goosebumps that rise from my skin as the door opens. I can feel him before I see him, feel his eyes burning into me like they want to set my world on fire.

I turn around and see him standing in the doorway.

“Sure, way to kill yourself that is….” He mutters to me.

“And why should you care?” I reply.

He flashes that grin at me again, the smooth one that sends a fire right to the pit of my core. He maybe pretty, but he sure needs to fuck off. He steps closer, moving into my personal space and suddenly, I see red, unable to hold myself back and be patient with him any longer.

“Where do you get off…” I shout.

“Excuse me?” he replies.

“Following me… I see you; I’ve seen you following me”

He lets out a soft sigh as if he’s been caught… and then suddenly, his eyes turn dark, deep like pools of the underworld.

“I don’t think I have; you must have been imagining it… I don’t believe we have met before, have we?” Blissfully fucking ignorant... I think to myself, my core tightening as he flashes another smile my way. If he wants to play this game, then so be it, I’ll play his little game. I scrunch my face up trying to find an answer, but it falls dead on my tongue.

“Are you feeling, okay? You look pale, maybe you need to sit down… eat something si? Maybe you’ve had too much coffee” he chuckles to himself. I give him my best death stare, one that could kill even the most hardened of people and he just returns it with a smile as I flick my hair at him, giving him my best ‘fuck off’ vibe I can muster.

“Fucking creep” I mutter under my breath as I stub out my cigarette on the wall with frustration.

Copia

I can’t believe her, shes such a bitch... a feisty bitch made from hell fire. Maybe I have finally met my match. I watch her frustration as she stubs out the cigarette and flicks it out into the road. Rolling my eyes at her littering but I don’t say a word until she turns to leave. One hand on the door and my body takes over. I grip her by her throat, one hand tightly applying pressure pushing her back into the brick wall... “Where do you think you’re going Sorella?”

Her eyes meet mine, her fury evident in the fire glowing behind them. “What do you think you’re doing, get off me…” she whimpers out while her legs kick in the air between us.

“I don’t think so, see... you need to learn something Sorella …”

“What’s that?” she spits back at me…

“Your mine now, and you don’t leave unless I say you can” she wriggles under my grip and before I know it shes biting into my arm. I instantly let go of her throat gripping onto my hand

“Urgh….” I let out a frustrated growl, and grab her by the neck of her shirt before she could escape...

“If you think I’m going to be anything to you but the person who makes your life hell, then your clearly mistaken, stalker creep” she spits at me as her hair falls over her face, her face reddening by the minute.

I push her hard against the wall, making sure she doesn’t have any more wiggle room, while I try and catch my breath… I lean in, taking in that rich smell of vanilla. “Fuck it” I grumble and grip her in a passionate kiss. Slipping my tongue past her tight-lipped mouth, finally getting a taste of her. She reminds me of the sweetest cherries, laced with her own fear. She tries everything she can to get out of the kiss by pulling at my hair, but that only spurs me on, I slide my tongue into hers, slowly massaging hers and in that moment the heat takes over and her passion becomes evident by the smell of her arousal. We stay locked together in a passionate heating moment until my lungs cry out for air. I pull away and gaze deeply at her. She meets my gaze in a shocked haze, her hair plastered to her face in a sense of sweat and heat. Letting her go, she slides down the wall in a frustrated heap.

“Sorella…. Remember who owns you. I’ll see you soon”

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