A Night with the Vampire King

Chapter 1

|Kira|

"To hell with all men in the world!" Kira drunkenly shouted after taking a shot of vodka. She lost count after her 12th glass since all she did was order shot after shot. Her friend’s going to deal with her mess. She was the one who invited her out anyways.

"Another," she said to the bartender as she slammed her shot glass for more. The bartender poured her a drink and she downed it without a second thought. She could feel the burning sensation going through in her throat, going down to her stomach. She sighed in relief, then puts her glass down for another. She folded her arms across her chest with her chin on the counter. The bartender poured her another drink, but instead of drinking, she stared at it. She stared at the glass of alcohol in front of her, as if it’s the only thing that can solve all her problems that came in her life.

Problems.

Why does this word bug everyone? It doesn’t let you sleep, it won’t get off your mind, and you can’t seem to find a solution for it. Some people face their problem with courage and a smile, but for someone like her? It seems that she can’t do it that way.

She closed her eyes after resting her head on the counter. She's tired, but not sleepy. She grimaced when that thought reminded her of something. She frowned. The reason why she wants to get drunk when she doesn’t usually do it in the first place, why she’s wasting herself plays in her mind like a broken record, the reason why she wants to escape her problems even just a day.

Her life is full of problems. She doesn’t know why. Maybe life got bored and gave her a s**t ton of problems, and made her life miserable.

First, her parents died, and even though three months had passed since her parents’ accident, she still can’t accept what happened. How could she? She’s the only child after all.

They attended a family reunion at their province, and the bus they were riding fell off a cliff on their way home. Her dad died on the accident, while her mom’s condition was holding on a thin thread of hope. The doctor said her mom has a chance of survival, the in-lodged steel near her lungs just needed to be operated, and her mother must be operated as soon as possible. She gave up her savings just for her mother to survive. Still, it wasn’t enough and there was nothing left to do but temporarily sell their house land property. Yet in the end, it wasn’t still enough. It wasn’t long after her mother followed her father. She died, leaving her behind, alone.

Until now, their deaths still hurt her, she’s not used to it since she’s accustomed of their presence. She can’t eat properly, she cries herself to sleep every night, crying at the fact that there’s no one to greet her at home after work. That’s why she’s very thankful for her friend and her fiancé.

Fiancé? Wait, does she still have a fiancé? The last time she checked, he’s also one of the reasons why she wants to get wasted tonight.

It hurts to think that the person you thought is “the one” will betray you. The wedding is nearing, yet he still got the time to cheat on you? Goodness. She won’t forget his infidelity!

It was their 7th year anniversary. She prepared something romantic because she wanted to surprise him. She wanted to surprise him for a change since he always prepares the surprising.

She did her best to prepare the most romantic date ever. Now the only thing left to do is call him over. But he’s not answering her calls. Maybe he’s busy? He was an actor after all, and maybe things are busy at the set. Of course, she knew how hectic his schedules are, that’s why she appreciates all his efforts in giving her his time.

But since she can’t contact him, she did the next logical thing, visit him.

She thought she’d surprise him, but instead, she got the other end of it.

She wanted to cry. But she chose to hold it in.

She could still remember how she watched them from the doorway of his room; how loud were the moans of the two cheaters in front of her, as if like no one was watching them. Her eyes focused on Greg, and all she could was pleasure in his eyes. Suddenly, she felt so disgusted about it. It seems that both of them had no plans of stopping, so she deliberately dropped the gift she worked hard for.

Greg stopped as she turned towards her direction. She can see how shock drained the colors of his face, how his eyes widened in surprise. He immediately pulled out his member, stood up and started to get dressed.

She averted her eyes to the girl on his bed. She could see shame in her eyes. 

She approached Greg as he finished dressing up. The bastard’s hands were shaking, trying to dissipate his nervousness as he rubbed his face with them. Why is he in tremors? Is it because she found out he was cheating on her or is it because of other reasons?

"Let me explain.." he started. She let out a scoff. He tried to reach for her but she resisted. 

She threatened that his career will be ruined if he tries to touch her. The bastard stopped his tracks in fear. She laughs hollowly inside. Somehow she hoped that Greg didn’t really care about his career, that he would rather face shame just to apologize to her. Turns out he cares for it more than he did for her. And that truth f*****g hurts.

She tried to hide her tears but she failed. Teardrops rolled down on her face, and she hated it so much; looking weak in front of other people.

Maybe she loved him so much, for seven f*****g years.

Greg was rooted in his spot, unable to look at her. But she knows he is guilty of what he did. Who wouldn’t? He cheated. What happened to the promises he was supposed to keep? His promise that she’ll be the only woman he'll love? She guessed that maybe that’s the nature of men, good at making empty promises.

Like what she said, Greg Buenavista is a famous actor in the country, while she was just a normal student by the time they got together. He is the only heir of the Buenavistas, one of the most influential families in the country. Because of that, she can’t fully understand why someone like him took a liking for her. The Buenavistas never really liked her, but despite that, it wasn’t a hindrance for Greg to show his love. And because of that, she even loved him more.

But that was before when she didn’t catch him cheating. The only feeling she had left for him is hate. She doesn’t want to see him again, because every time she looks at his face, or hear his voice, the more pain she feels.

Yes, it still hurts. It has been a month since it happened. They said, time heals, but one month isn’t enough for her to recover.

She sighed. Maybe, it’s really is men’s nature to cheat.

She drank her vodka once again and felt the familiar sensation on her throat. She was about to ask for another shot when someone sat beside her. She then hears the familiar voice of her friend.

"I thought you wanna thrash around?" her best friend playfully ask. She turned at her, trying to adjust her eyesight but her vision is already blurry, indicating that she’s drunk. But for her, she isn’t. Who’s drunk? Not her.

She observed her best friend, all she could see on her face was the glint of freedom, problem-free, just being happy. Why is her life not like that? Why is her life far from being that pleasant? They are close though? Okay. She's thinking nonsense already.

"Kira? Are you just gonna stay here forever?" Ally asked her. She grinned, letting go of her empty glass.

"Sorry. The bartender’s nice, I can’t seem to leave him alone." She joked as she tried to stand. Though it seems like she can’t do so, she almost lost her balance. Luckily Ally was there to support her. Thank God.

"You still good? It seems like you’re already drunk though?" She asked. And Kira being Kira, stood up properly as if nothing just happened. Even though her head is already throbbing and the world starts to spin, she didn’t mind it all.

"Drunk? Who’sh drunk? You’re drunk-hic! Go home you’re drunk! Hic!" She clutched her chest as she hiccupped. Ally just laughed at her while shaking her head.

"Okay, fine, you’re not drunk. Come on, let’s dance!" Ally invited.

Before she can refuse, she was already dragged to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd’s noise sounded like drones as the music blasts itself. She looked at her friend, with her hands in the air and started to dance at the drop of the beat. People gradually surrounded them, especially guys. And she liked it, she liked the attention she’s getting.

Even though dancing isn’t her forte, she started to roll her body. She closed her eyes, getting absorbed on what she’s doing. She didn’t care even if she looks crazy, as long as she feels happy and free.

She danced sexily, or does she really dancing sexily? She’s just moving her body along the beat of the music. She threw her hands in the air, sensually moving her hips, side to side.

She opened her eyes, only to be surprised to be surrounded by more men. Her eyes looked for Ally, but she can’t seem to find her. She continued dancing, thinking she might just be somewhere around the dance floor.

Many tried to touch her, but she evades. She just allowed them to dance with her, nothing more.

Until she felt something odd. A strong and fearful aura, for some reason. She observed her surroundings because such aura seems to be pulling her. She looked around, to confirm if she isn’t the one who’s feeling this. But people are carrying on what they are doing as if they’re not feeling anything peculiar around them.

Then, her eyes settled on a man meters away from her, looking at her intently. She could see from where she is his blazing blue eyes, staring holes into her.

She tried to look behind her to see if she’s not the one he’s been staring at. She doesn’t want to assume. She turned once again to the man, but to her disappointment, he was gone. She roamed her eyes around hoping she would see him again but she can’t seem to find him.

Dismayed, she continued dancing, but the aura came back not long after. This time, stronger. And this time, she could feel it behind her. It felt magnetic, gradually pulling her. She immediately turned behind her and was greeted by the familiar pair of blue eyes. She was mesmerized because of looking directly into his eyes. She could feel that the man started to walk towards her, and there she had a chance to take a look at his face.

Kira's mouth suddenly gaped from what she's seeing. Damn, a guy as handsome as this actually exists? He’s like a demi-god that was thrown out from some dimension. I could see the details of his long eyelashes and thick brows that compliments his blue eyes, pointed nose, and sharp jaw, sexy red thin lips, and his light stubble, which makes him sexier and seductive.

Kira bit her lower lip, she’s getting weak as the guy approaches her. Her body started to feel… different? She suddenly felt hot for unknown reasons. And she had the sudden urge to be near him... to touch him.

Until he did, and he's now in front of her, staring down at her.

The pulling tension became stronger, her body heat seemed to double. The guy inched his face towards her as her eyes still glued into his. She gulped, her mind blanked. She has no idea what he will do. When his breath ghosted her skin, her body completely lost her strength. It was like her energy was suddenly pulled out from her by that simple airborne contact, and she doesn't know why.

She thought she collapsed on the floor, just because of what happened. But she felt strong arms snaking around her waist, supporting her.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Unconsciously, she held onto those arms, and as if she has been electrified from the touch. She wanted to pull away, but she can’t. It was like she’s frozen In front of him, by his presence and by his beauty.

Her eyes went down to his lips. He was saying something but everything is deafening to her. She immediately bit her lower lip when she suddenly felt thirsty for some reason. She wanted to taste his lips, but she knows that’s quite an imagination.

Her gaze returned to his eyes, and they exchanged eye contact. He was the most handsome man she's ever seen. She wanted to thank his mother for giving birth to him.

Women would die to have him. And maybe she's lucky because she got his attention.

Her thoughts suddenly went back to her cheating ex-fiancé. Her feelings stirred once again. She shook them off.

She observed the man in front of him. He’s quite a prize, in fact, she thought. Handsome, and yummy. She smiled at her thought. Why not? There’s nothing left to lose, anyways.

"Why are you smiling?" his baritone voice snaps her out from her reverie. She blinked, her knees felt like jelly because of his voice. She wants to surrender. Why does she feel this way? She felt the heat, aroused for unknown reason... she couldn't explain it! What is this guy doing to her? Is he seducing her? Because if yes, then it’s f*****g effective!

She realized he’s still holding her by her waist, and she's still holding on to his masculine arms. She was about to move away but he didn’t let her. She raised her gaze. Even in the dark, she could see how the man’s pupil dilated as he looked down on her. Ah, she knows that look. The man wants her. She smiled. There’s nothing wrong about getting some tonight. She's big enough to do the nasty stuff, right?

"Dance with me?" She asked the guy enticingly.

She could see his blue eyes blazing again, and she’s not sure if she’s seeing things or did his eyes turned red for a split second?

She wanted to ask but then she just brushed it off. Maybe she’s really drunk after all. The man smiled at her, then followed her suit on the dance floor.

She placed her arms around his neck, while his arms remained around her hips. Their faces are almost inches away from each other. She can feel his hot breath, so close.

The music changed from upbeat into a sexy slow jam. And the man she's dancing with is burning. Is it because he is aroused?

"Fuck." She heard him curse under his breath as if he’s struggling. Her breath ragged. The man seems to really want her.

She continued dancing seductively, sexily. She wanted to impress him for no reason. The guy, however, didn’t back down and danced along with her, and she got turned on by it. He's dancing sexily. She bit her lip.

She could feel it, his hands started to roam her body. And his lips were starting to find its way from her neck to her shoulders. She felt her hairs stood. Her libido heightens because of what he’s doing.

"Gosh…" she moaned when she felt a sharp thing scrapping her neck. It didn’t hurt her, but it just increased her l**t for the guy.

She heard him groan as if he’s having a hard time while peppering her small neck kisses. He moaned when he laid his tongue on her skin as if he's tasting her.

"f**k, I want you. I fuckin' want you so much." He whispered harshly.

She absentmindedly nodded, clouded with l**t. She wanted to protest as the guys removed his lips from her neck, but she had no choice.

She noticed something sharp in his mouth, but it vanished immediately. Or maybe it’s her drunk self, hallucinating again. She stared at his eyes once again, and all she could see is l**t and desire and something... more. But she can’t put a finger on it.

"Tonight… you'll be mine." He whispered.

She blinked and gulped. Uh-oh. Now what?