Her Vampire Prince

Chapter 1 Sophie POV

I was way out of my comfort zone, like way way out, but I was determined to enjoy my night. Anya had ambushed me in our apartment this afternoon. " Come on Sophie, we need this ! We have earned this. Please don't make me go out on my own please" . She had dragged the please out and then followed it up with the puppy dog eyes and her adorable pout. Like she needed to do any of those things, I had always given into her way too easily. The truth was I used her to make me live an actual life. If it wasn't for Anya, I would never have strayed from my very set-out planned life , also a very boring life for that matter. If she suggests it, I can reason with myself to actually break the rules and do it , because I was doing it for her.

That way I could make my loud, very conservative mother's voice that was constantly ringing through my mind , shut up all while reasoning with myself that it wasn't for me, it was for Anya. We have both ticked off another huge milestone in our lives today. We had kicked another year of university’s butt. We are both studying law. We only have one more year left before we are finished, then we will be out into the big wide world, then trying to make a name for ourselves in the corporate world.

We had a plan but we had to do at least 5 years of slogging it out for another firm, first to build up reputations for ourselves. Then get our names known and trusted. I was doing that at my father's firm. Anya would find one and then we were going to start a firm of our own together . Anya said we would be a force of nature. She was like that, the confident, headstrong one , while I was shy, but my confidence shone through in my work, not so much in my day-to-day real life.

I’ve always been glad I met Anya that first day of university. She'd taken one look at me and said "You want to be my partner ". I had stuttered and stared wide-eyed at her, not knowing if she meant it in the romantic sense, not that it mattered. Love was definitely love in my eyes, but she had seen my expression and then laughed her ass off at me and said, " Calm down sweetie. I mean partner as my best friend , and eventually my law firm partner". As if she had just known I was a good lawyer and person, from one look. From then on, we have been inseparable. We moved out of the dorm rooms and into an apartment together 1 month later. Like I said, I'm glad I met her, she was the brunt. The frontman and I am the planner the strategists in the background.

Sighing, I looked around at the loud club with its deep bass music and strobe lights flashing to the beat, the men and women in the crowd swaying, laughing and enjoying their nights. Meanwhile, I was tugging the short black dress Anya had thrown at me to wear down a bit. It wasn’t working. There wasn’t enough material for it to work . If I bent over, you would definitely see everything. Looking through the crowd, I saw Anya on her way back to me with 2 drinks in her hands. She was turning heads as she walked through the crowded club, she didn't pay any mind to it though it would take a special kind of man to grab Anya's attention. I don't blame them for trying though. She was tall with a slim figure with blonde hair down her shoulders and big brown dough eyes. She could easily be a runway model if she ever wanted.

"Sophie! Here I got us triples down it , then we hit that dance floor. Don't say no before you try. We need to blow off some steam, sweetie" she vibrates with excitement . I rolled my eyes once again, no point in arguing, I put the glass to my lips and the liquid burns as it slides down my throat, add that with a mix of something sickly sweet it wasn’t pleasant at all. I keep drinking as my eyes water and until the glass is empty and I come up coughing. "What the hell was that ? " I shout over the music at her, wiping at my eyes, trying not to smudge the mascara.

Anya just laughs, throwing her head back and then grabs my glass and places it along with hers on a nearby table, before grabbing my hand and pulling us through the crowd to the dance floor. We were bumping into people bouncing and grinding as we passed, but once we hit a clear space, a new beat comes on and we both start swaying our hips, getting lost in our own little zones. The drink is starting to warm my belly and is creating a slow buzz through my system , calming my nerves and making me more confident.

Some time later, I opened my eyes to find that Anya had found herself a dance partner. I can tell already from one look she wasn't interested. If she was, she’d already be lip locked with the guy Anya wasn’t scared to take what she wanted, but he was a nice distraction for a dance or two. As she grinds her hips back and flips her hair over her shoulder, she smiles lost in herself , she really is stunning. I only wish I had her flare her dominance her confidence she didn’t give a f**k what anyone thought .

I knew I wasn't harsh to look at. In fact, Anya had said multiple times I looked like raw dirty s*x. I'd blush like crazy at her words. Growing up in a conservative family made all things s*x a taboo subject off limits, not spoken openly about ,it was an act sacred between a man and his wife. I have long black hair that hangs to just above my bum, big green eyes, pouty lips with an hourglass figure and quite a big chest, a tight tummy and biggish butt thanks to the gym. Yea, I can see her point, but I would never have the nerve to flaunt those attributes. That's probably why I didn't gain a lot of attention. I was shy and stand offish, I probably give out a don’t f*cking talk to me vibe.

I continue to move to the beat, swaying my hips, actually enjoying myself and then I feel it. It was like all my nerve endings were singing, the hair on the back of my neck and arms stood up and my breathing picked up, coming out in small gasps. I swear I felt eyes on me. I swung around looking through the moving bodies in the crowd, looking for the culprit, but the darkness was making it hard to see. I couldn't see anything or anyone responsible for this feeling I had but I just knew I was being watched. I spun around again and looked up towards the VIP balconies that are situated just above the dance floor. It’s the only place I haven’t looked , so high up so they can look down upon us. You can't really see the VIP level as the lights work in their favor, keeping them in their own solitude of darkness, raising them up among the peasants below.

I know that's where. Whatever this was , it was coming from up. It had to be. Then a strobe light flashes for a second in the balcony's direction , lighting it up and my breath catches in my throat. I saw the source of it. It was only for a second, but I saw him. He's tall and pale skinned, with his black hair styled perfectly. Then darkness , then the strobe light flashed again, giving me access to see dark eyes staring straight back at me. His nose is flared like he's breathing heavily, his lips are in a thin line almost like a snarl. Darkness again and then when it lights up again, he's gone.

I stumbled back and turned around freaked out at my reaction to a complete stranger and there he was , stood right in front of me. His hands were clenched into fists, his eyes, what I thought was a dark brown from afar, were actually black and his lips were now pouty and red now that they were no longer pulled into a snarl. That had made them into a thin line, I thought to myself, but they weren’t anymore. They were actually quite pouty, in fact he is now smirking at me.

I'm not surprised I must look like a deer caught in the headlights , and my breathing is quite hectic. What I was thinking, my body is definitely portraying my emotion loudly for him to see. I feel my core dampen, my n*****s stand erect just from looking at this stranger, what is happening to me? . I see him breathing deeply through his nose as if smelling the air, then his eyes harden, he goes to take a step forward, and then he growls, shaking his head and squinting his eyes shut. When he looks back up at me, his snarl is fully back in place, and then he vanishes, just like that gone. How was that possible?

Stumbling back, I bump into someone, causing them to nearly fall. They turn and give me a dirty look, calling at me to watch myself. Then Anya grabbed my arm and moved her mouth next to my ear. “What’s wrong Sophie ?’ “ I don't know what was wrong. Have I actually just seen him ? Why did I react that way ? I lied and told her I wasn’t feeling well so we could leave. Without a thought, she escorts me out. We grab a taxi that is pulled up to the curb near the club, but everything is a whirlwind. I felt in a daze. My body was feeling weird like I had a pull and a deep desire to go find him .

That night when I was in bed he never left my dreams, I woke up in the middle of the night more turned on than I have ever been in my life. Gasping, I looked around my room. It had been empty, but I’d felt like I could feel him there. I’d laid back on my pillows unable to shake that feeling that my body was pining for something like something was now missing. It made me feel uneasy and agitated, so I kept tossing and turning. I tried my hardest to fall back to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes. I’d see dark eyes and a handsome face looking at me in a crowded nightclub.