Crimson Desires: The Alpha’s Forbidden Blood

Chapter 1 | A Vampire’s Masquerade

Seraphine’s POV

I defiantly flip my cascading raven locks over my shoulder, my crimson-painted nails catching the sunlight, their lustrous sheen resembling polished rubies. A mischievous smile creeps across my lips as I hold my head high, exuding unshakable confidence.Each deliberate step in my killer heels sends a commanding rhythm echoing off the concrete.

Today is a special day. It marks my 200th year of existence. I was born to a mortal mother and a vampire father, a living example of two worlds colliding. But in the vampire community, I’m an abomination, an outsider they can’t accept. Still, a few daring souls dare to engage with me from time to time. Their curious gazes and cautious whispers follow me wherever I go.

On this auspicious day, as the sun casts its golden hues across the world, I make a decision. I long to experience the simplicity and banality of human life, just like the one my mother once embraced. And so, with a resolute heart, I choose to attend the very school she once frequented during her fleeting time on Earth.

Approaching the school feels like stepping into a majestic sanctuary of knowledge, embraced by nature’s abundant beauty. Towering trees greet me, their branches reaching towards the sky, their leaves gently rustling in the breeze. The green canopy they form casts dappled shadows on the path leading to the school’s entrance, creating a serene ambiance.

Yet, it’s not just the impressive trees that capture my attention. Upon getting closer, I’m amazed to see the school’s walls adorned with a stunning tapestry of bright vines. Nature’s artistic touch gracefully adorns the ancient bricks, enveloping the building in a warm and affectionate embrace.

The green tendrils weave an intricate pattern, breathing life into the once plain structure. They gracefully cascade down the walls, lovingly embracing the windowsills and archways with their leafy touch. It’s as if the very essence of nature and learning have come together to create this beautiful haven of knowledge.

The vines seem to possess a spirit of their own, as if they guard the secrets within the school’s walls and whisper forgotten tales to those who pass by. Their presence provokes awe, blurring the line between the man-made and the natural. It’s as though the very essence of the school is entangled with the essence of the surrounding forest, forming a harmonious relationship between education and the natural world’s wonders.

A cool, earthy perfume permeates the air as I walk through the arched door, blending with the slight scent of ink and paper. The interior is a mix of ancient and new, a monument to time and the evolution of knowledge. The hallways, adorned with lockers and bulletin boards, emanate a buzz of activity, booming with students’ laughing and chatter.

In the courtyard, a central gathering place bathed in sunlight, students mill about beneath the outstretched branches, seeking refuge from the scorching rays. The trees provide a serene oasis, shielding the young minds from the outside world, inviting contemplation and exploration. Friendships are formed here, dreams take root, and the imagination develops.

I am reminded of the delicate balance between order and chaos, between the structure of schooling and the wildness of nature, as I immerse myself in the lively atmosphere.

In this fusion lies the opportunity for growth, both academic and personal. The school, with its arboreal guardians and verdant adornments, becomes a sanctuary where knowledge intertwines with the ever-changing tapestry of life.

I could sense a tingling excitement bubbling within me as I stepped into this unfamiliar realm. Expecting it to be exclusively a human school, I was taken aback to discover a captivating blend of werewolves and a sprinkling of vampires attending here as well.

With my school bag slung over one shoulder, the single handle swaying gently, and my uniform snugly embracing my form, I embarked on a mission to assimilate seamlessly, disguising myself as a human. The hallway stretched before me, brimming with animated conversations and the vibrant energy of adolescence.

Every step I took, I could feel the weight of curious gazes upon me, their intensity sparking a mixture of emotions within. It was in moments like these that I relished my natural grace, my hips gently swaying with an alluring rhythm.

I knew how to exploit this allure, employing it as a secret weapon to both command attention and assert my dominance. Adding an extra sway to my stride, I basked in the pleasure of being noticed, rewarded by the chorus of catcalls that echoed through the corridor.

In response to the football boys stationed near their lockers, their eyes transfixed on my every move, I spun around with a playful confidence, meeting their intense gazes. A flirtatious smirk danced upon my lips, a subtle promise of intriguing encounters yet to come. Their captivated expressions mirrored the hunger that resided within me, a hunger that extended far beyond the realms of food.

As I continued my journey towards the administrator’s office, the thought of satiating my appetite entered my mind. The scent of warm, fresh blood wafted through my nostrils, tantalizing my senses. My father had imparted his wisdom upon me, teaching me the undeniable truth that indulging in such nourishment would grant me unparalleled strength and power, far surpassing those vampires who chose to sip from sterile blood bags.

As I stepped into the office, an intoxicating aroma enveloped my senses, the sweet essence of blood permeating the air with an irresistible allure. It was unlike any scent I had ever encountered, its richness and complexity beckoning me

The overpowering allure beckoned me irresistibly, pulling my attention towards its origin. I could feel the struggle within me as I yearned to discover the source of this captivating scent, but one thing was clear—it emanated from the door behind the man standing before me, his gaze fixed shamelessly on me, a young, innocent student.

Despite my own age of two centuries, the sight of this man, in his late 30s, leering inappropriately at a schoolgirl stirred a fierce anger within me. The sheer audacity of his actions disregarded the boundaries of decency. Pushing aside the enchanting aroma of that mouthwatering blood, I composed myself and leaned casually against the counter, a subtle smile curling my lips. The engraved nameplate caught my eye—Mr. Felix.

“Good day, Mr. Felix,” I murmured, infusing my voice with a hint of seductive charm, while batting my eyelashes in a coy yet purposeful manner. The sound of his throaty gulp reverberated in the silence, betraying his nervousness as he struggled to utter a simple greeting. Each stuttered syllable he managed to utter only served to fuel the wicked satisfaction swelling within me, causing my smile to widen further.

As if under a spell, Mr. Felix drew closer, his eyes locked with mine. In that brief exchange, my crystal grey irises transformed into a deep, mesmerizing red, reflecting my otherworldly nature. Deliberately maintaining eye contact, I posed a seemingly innocent question, the undercurrent of danger and desire lacing my words. “Would it be fair for me to have a taste of your blood, given the way you’ve looked at me?” The brown orbs that mirrored my crimson gaze now trembled, succumbing to an unspoken command.

Leaning in, Mr. Felix exposed his vulnerable neck over the counter, a willing sacrifice to my insatiable thirst. My lengthened fangs were prepared to pierce his flesh, the anticipation building.

But then a quiet creaking sound disturbed the silence as the door behind him slid open, and an even more enticing aroma floated into the room.

In that fraction of a second, my instincts took over, and I reflexively moved away from the counter, releasing my grip on Mr. Felix. Something even more alluring had drawn my attention—the opening of the office door, revealing a wave of that lovely aroma, getting stronger with each passing second. It was a smell that beckoned me to indulge, promising limitless pleasure.

In that fleeting moment, I allowed myself to savor the intoxicating aroma, the fragrance enveloping me in a sensory symphony. The tantalizing notes of warm, iron-rich blood danced upon my senses, a tempting melody that spoke of untold satisfaction. But my newfound restraint prevented me from giving in to temptation completely.

With the stealth and speed only a vampire could possess, I bolted toward the source of the captivating scent, the excitement coursing through my veins intensifying as each step brought me closer.

In a single, swift motion, I closed the distance, taking a deep, rapturous inhalation, allowing the scent to consume me fully. The luscious aroma of the most delectable blood I had ever encountered intoxicated my every sense, leaving an indelible mark on my memory.

Returning to my original position, the smirk on my lips spoke volumes of the satisfaction I derived from that stolen moment. I delighted in the fact that I had tasted the forbidden, even if only for a little moment.

My victory, however, was fleeting. An unexplainable shudder rushed down my spine as my gaze met the man with the saccharine-scented blood’s penetrating stare. His look bore through me, exuding authority and power.

That’s when I understood he wasn’t your average werewolf—he was an alpha, a strong force to be reckoned with. And inside the depths of his stare, I sensed raw strength and blood so irresistibly sweet that it carried the promise of a feast beyond any I had ever experienced.