VAMPIRE’s QUEEN

Rage

Today was the day of the annual event, and I had my orders from the principal: keep an eye on all the vampires to make sure they behaved around the humans. I didn't want them interacting with the humans at all if I could help it.

The human wing auditorium was where they were allowed to be to learn, to watch, and to participate in the competition. But if any of them crossed their limits, they would regret it. I would make sure of that. I walked into the college, scanning the crowd. My friends were already there, waiting for me near the entrance. Sebastian spotted me first, waving me over with a casual grin.

“Hey, Xavier," he called out.

“You made it." I nodded, walking over to join them.

“Of course I did," I replied, my tone clipped.

"Gotta keep an eye on things, make sure no one's causing trouble." Liam chuckled.

“Always the responsible one, huh?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Someone has to be." We exchanged a few more words about the event, the usual talk.

I wasn't really paying much attention, my eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. Then Liam turned to me with a teasing smile.

"So, Xavier," he began, a gleam in his eye.

“What have you decided about your mate? What are you going to do about the whole mate thing?"

The question caught me off guard, and I felt my heart start to beat a little faster. My mate. The thought of her always did that to me. I'd only seen her a few times during the week, once or twice a day, if I was lucky.

Sometimes at the entrance, sometimes with her friends. Always too far away to touch, to hold, to do anything but watch. I tried to keep my expression calm, but my mind was racing. I wanted to know, everything about her, my little human. I wanted to touch her, feel her skin against mine. I wanted to kiss her, to feel her breath on my lips. I wanted to hold her close, to make her mine. But I couldn't do any of that. Not yet. All I could do was watch her from a distance and wait for the right moment.

"I'm going to make her mine," I said, my voice low but firm.

“She will be my queen. I'm just waiting for the right time to approach her." Liam raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Waiting, huh? That's not like you, Xavier." Sebastian laughed softly.

“Yeah, you're not exactly the patient type." I shot them both a glare.

“This is different," I said, my tone sharp.

“She's different." Liam shrugged.

“Fair enough. But you better move fast before some human boy catches her eye." My jaw tightened at the thought.

The idea of anyone else even looking at her made my blood boil. I couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. She was mine. I wouldn't let anyone else have her.

"That won't happen," I said coldly.

“I'll make sure of it." Sebastian clapped me on the back.

“Alright, man. Just don't lose your head over this." I nodded, though my thoughts were still on her. I knew I had to be careful to wait for the right moment. But the waiting was torture. Every time I saw her, it got harder to keep my distance.

"Come on, let's head to the auditorium," I finally said, eager to change the subject and get my mind off her. I started to walk off, my friends following behind me. As we walked, I couldn't help but glance around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I knew she'd be there somewhere, and I just needed to see her, even if it was only for a moment.

I was waiting, but my patience was wearing thin. She was nowhere around. Soon, I told myself. Soon, I would make my move. As we stepped into the auditorium, I immediately felt the tension in the air.

The room was packed, full of humans and vampires, but the humans were blissfully ignorant, thinking that the rich, spoiled kids from the West Wing had just decided to join them today. They had no idea who or what was standing among them. The event kicked off, and I found myself at the back of the auditorium with Sebastian and Liam.

I kept my eyes on the crowd, making sure none of the vampires stepped out of line. The host's voice suddenly boomed through the speakers, snapping me back to attention.

“Now, I would like to call Evelyn Roy and Matthew Smith to perform the play of Romeo and Juliet. So, a big round of applause for them!" As soon as the names were announced, the lights dimmed, and the stage lit up.

My eyes shot toward the stage, and when I saw her, my heart stopped, my mate. There she was, standing on stage with some guy, holding his hand. My eyes widened in shock. I felt a hot surge of anger rise inside me, like a fire that had been sparked and was now blazing uncontrollably. I could feel my muscles tense, my jaw clench tight. My hands balled into fists so hard I could feel my nails digging into my palms, almost breaking the skin.

They were playing Romeo and Juliet. Holding hands, looking at each other like no one else existed in the world. He was staring at her, and she was gazing back at him, lost in their stupid play. I wanted to rip them apart.

I wanted to kill that guy just for touching her for daring to stand so close to her. And her, what the hell was she thinking, letting him get that close?

My mate, letting some human boy touch her like that? I could barely think straight. All I knew was that I wanted to drag her off that stage, away from his grasp, away from his gaze. How dare she let another man touch her? I had waited so long, kept my distance, and watched from afar. And now this?

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Liam's voice cut through my anger. I realized I was breathing hard, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.

“She's my mate," I growled, not taking my eyes off the stage. I pointed toward her, my finger shaking with rage.

"What, that human girl, Evelyn?" Sebastian asked, his tone curious. Evelyn... he said her name, and it sounded so right, so perfect. Her name was beautiful, just like her.

“Damn, she's hot, dude," Sebastian added with a grin. I turned to him, my glare sharp as a knife.

"Watch what you say before I rip your tongue out," I snarled. Sebastian put his hands up in surrender, chuckling nervously.

"Alright, alright, calm down."

“Guys, relax," Liam interjected.

“Dude, what are you going to do now? Look at her, enjoying her time with her Romeo." My eyes snapped back to the stage.

They were deep into their performance, moving through their lines, acting out the scene like they were in some kind of into their performance, moving through their lines, acting out the scene like they were in some kind of fairy tale.

I wanted to wipe that look off the guy's face, make him pay for even daring to breathe the same air as her. And then it happened. The final scene. He leaned in, and before I could even react, he kissed her.

Right there, in front of the whole crowd. My blood boiled. Rage consumed me. My vision blurred with red, and I felt my vampire side rising, clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be set free.

"Xavier, control your vampire side," Liam hissed urgently beside me.

“There are humans around." But I couldn't hear him, not over the roar in my ears. My fangs started to extend, my eyes glowing with a deep, menacing red. I glared at her, letting my anger burn through the distance between us.

Even in the darkness, I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze meeting mine. I knew she could see me, see the fury, the darkness, the hunger. For a moment, everything stopped. I watched her, and she watched me, her eyes wide with shock, like she sensed something was wrong. I felt a twisted satisfaction in that, knowing she could feel my rage from across the room. But I couldn't stay. If I did, I might do something that would break all the rules.

I couldn't risk it. I had to get out of there. I turned on my heel and bolted out of the auditorium, my footsteps echoing down the hall. The cold night air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside me. I had to calm down. I needed to think, to plan.

She was mine, and I would make sure she knew it.

But first, I had to deal with this anger before it destroyed everything. I stormed into the storage room, trying to cool down, my breath coming in heavy and ragged. My mind was a mess, the image of that kiss playing on a loop, burning into my thoughts like a brand. How could she? How could she let him touch her, let him kiss her? She would regret it, and I would make sure of that. She was mine, only mine. No one else could have her. As for that i***t who dared to touch her... he would pay.

He would pay dearly.

I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but the anger was bubbling up inside me, too wild to control. I closed my eyes for a second, but then, a familiar scent hit my nose, a sweet, intoxicating smell that I could never mistake. My mate. Evelyn. She was nearby. My heart pounded harder. I opened the door just a little, enough to peek outside. There she was, standing by a locker, her back turned to me. No one else was around.

The hallway was empty, just the two of us. Now was my chance. Now was the time to show her who she belonged to. I didn't think. I just acted. I pushed the door open, moving like a shadow. I reached her in a heartbeat and grabbed her arm with a strong, firm grip.

Before she even had time to react, I yanked her back with such force that her phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the ground.

Her startled gasp filled the air as I dragged her into the storage room, slamming the door shut behind us. Before she could scream, before she could fight back, I pushed her against the cold wall, pinning her there with my body. My hands shot out, one on each side of her shoulders, trapping her in place.

She tried to twist away, but I only tightened my grip, pressing harder, making sure there was no room for her to escape.

“Let me go!" she shouted, trying to sound strong, but I could hear the tremor in her voice. She was scared, her eyes wide, darting around like a trapped animal. She looked at me, and the shock was clear on her face.

“You!" she gasped, eyes wide in disbelief. I smirked at her.

"Yes, me," I whispered, my voice low and dangerous.

“Surprised to see me, little one?" Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and frantic, echoing through her body. Good, I thought. Let her feel that fear. Let her know who she's dealing with.