Prologue
The smell of different alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat from the crowded bar add to Serafino’s arduous feeling. The cling of bottles everywhere, yells blend to the booming sound of the speakers. Colorful spotlights mischievously flick in the ground and wall.
He sips the strong liquor and lets the spirit travel in his throat, reducing his anxiety and fatigue. The man sitting beside him is too busy reading a message on his cellphone, it’s his older brother, Abigor.
Landing back his glass at the table, his eyes fly to his other active brothers, Azazel and Samael. Both are busy flirting with the discrete women in their dress that reveal every part of their sensitive flesh. Those girls sway like there is no tomorrow, brush their body in his brothers’ muscular canvas in the center of the dance floor.
Serafino shakes his head and brings the glass into his mouth, drinking the last drop of the liquid inside. The fact that these two loved mingling with ordinary ladies makes him smirk. It is not his cup of tea, for he believes that a vampire is only for the vampire.
In this world where all high-tech machines and advanced technologies are present, no one will think other creatures exist, yet, they are. Although some humans they trust knew them, those who play a big role in their lives. Staying with them in peace makes it easy, especially after learning to live the same as them.
However, when it comes to sex, Serafino prefers a bloodsucker woman, for they are strong enough to handle him. Soft mating is not on his list when it comes to bed, wall, floor, or other places of adventure.
After giving one more glance to them, he stands and walks to the side, avoiding the different meat bumps in his figure accidentally and intentionally. Every smile asks for attention, seeking recognition. His eyes remain straight and portray dispassionate in every lip that flicks for an invitation.
He steps in the dark spot beside the DJ stage, ready to conquer the comfort room to release the need of his lower abdomen full of yellowish fluid. Suddenly, the alluring smell of baby cologne with a mixture of a fresh mountain scent and vanilla soaked in his pointed nose. Small hairs in his tan skin tingle, dark green eyes loom to turn red.
Serafino’s heart crushes on his chest, breathe races through his lungs. His head turns to the left, to the corridors where lines of the painted rainbow door are set side by side. Some people stand outside, chat, and wait for the final decision whether they will enter one of the doors.
He fights the call, but his feet begin to move, hands start to cold like ice freeze to hard and smoke. The smell becomes strong, vivid, travels inside and eats the flesh of his brain. Every close door he passed by echoing voices that were being pleasured. His tympanic membrane quivers in the reality of what is happening inside each hidden nest.
He stands in the last room, VIP sign nailed in the brown door. The hand is shaking when he hugs his fingers to the cold round handle, twists and finds that it is locked. He inhales deep, in one powerful force, he circles the doorknob and hears the deafening “click”.
Air blows the alluring scent, sprints in his body, dash in his soul. His heartbeat doubling every second, fear accenting on the unfamiliar things happening to him. Slowly, he pushes the wood that covers the people inside. His orbs fly to the literal figure who owns the aroma that he surely knows should only belong to him.
Fire erupts, exasperation explodes, displease manifest as his heartbeat grumbles in his trunk.
It can't be!
His guts scream, but even he objected, he can’t control the transition of his body. His alluring eyes turn red and his fangs release in their hidden mouth place.
He is not ready for this. Because he never believes one exists for him. That there is a special person. Serafino considers this as an old tradition, a myth even Abigor finds already one.
No!
He can’t accept, especially seeing she is not like them. But the connection can’t betray what his brain is rejecting...
“Mate”
She feels it, Serafino’s presence as her face turns to his side. Their irises meet, connecting the vision of their spirit. Her eyes widen, shocked at the picture in front of her. Gradually, her hands resting comfortably in each chest of the two men, rise. To the two guys laying in the violet crumpled sheet bed.
Serafino tastes his own blood that breaks in the tight clutch of his fangs. His eyes travel to her frame up and down, infuriating on the tiny satin cream dress covering her snowy smooth perfect body. One strap of her short clothes hangs down on her long delicate arm, exposing the amazing cleavage she owns.
The lady is well grown at her age, seeing she is younger than he expects. In her look, she’s just starting to bloom on her eighteen. Moreover, their age-gap frustrates him more. He tries to calm his nerves, but the gravity is too high, pulling him to the state of fury witnessing his half with the other men. It’s unreasonable, but the animal inside him is wild, too eager to escape in his body.
He growls, burns her in his sight. Panic envelops her lovely face. But Serafino’s mind was blown away, denial in how an angelic face can illustrate a whore!
His left foot stepped back and gazed at the two men unconsciously resting on the huge bed, shirtless while their lower part was being covered with a blanket. And the fact that she’s sitting at the center of the bed, right in the middle of these guys, gives him the picture of what the three just did an hour ago.
Fright and agitation were displayed in her beautiful face. The sudden appearance of Serafino at the door surprises her, yet she feels it, the powerful bond she was waiting for a long time ago. They are right when they say it is magical, uncontrollable.
She loves it, the intense feeling of deep affection, like a thousand fireflies rolling within this space, takes her to a place where no one else can. However, this is not the right time nor position she wants him to see her.
“No! No!” her both hands waving in disapproval while shaking her head continuously, “this is not what you think, and I swear I am not what you are thinking.”
She crawls out of the bed, trying to make her way to him. But recklessly, her foot clutches on the crumpled edge of the comforter, making her fall on the floor and murmured ’aww’ while rubbing her knees that hit the ground.
Without a second thought, Serafino’s feet step backward and turn around. He walks in agony on the reality that he discovers tonight. The warning of their old ancestors is right, he found out, because his heart is jumping out of its cage.
“Wait!” Her voice emerges in the loud sound as he mixes in the crowd going straight to the exit.
And that’s the last time he saw her… his precious hated human mate.
