The Vampire king And His Angel.

8. Sleeping Beauty

Crystal's POV

I woke up to the warm sunlight hitting my face, and for a moment, I just laid there, sinking into the comfort of the bed. It felt ridiculously soft, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it.

But then it hit me…this wasn’t my bed. My bed wasn’t anywhere near this comfortable.

The realization jolted me upright, my heart pounding as my eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. That’s when I saw him—a guy sitting there, casually watching me like I was some kind of exhibit.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked, my voice shaky and my heart racing.

He stood up and walked over to the bed, calm but with a kind of purpose that made me uneasy. He looked young, maybe 18 or so. Tall but not as towering as the boss, with dark hair and these piercing bright blue eyes that were impossible to ignore.

“Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, a smug grin spreading across his face.

I ignored his snark and glanced around, still disoriented. “Where am I?”

He grinned even wider, looking way too pleased with himself. “You’re in my mansion.”

I narrowed my eyes, getting up from the bed despite the pounding in my head. “And why exactly am I in your mansion?”

The second my legs touched the floor, pain shot through my skull like a sledgehammer. I groaned, clutching my head as the migraine hit hard.

“Careful,” he said, his tone almost mocking as he leaned casually against the bedpost. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“What the f**k did you do to me?” I snapped, stepping back cautiously. “What’s going on?”

He rolled his eyes like I was being dramatic. “Relax! It’s just the aftereffect of the sleeping spell,” he said, waving a hand like it was no big deal.

That jogged my memory…the boss did this to me. I’d tried so hard to fight it, but in the end, I’d been dragged into darkness.

“Remember now?” he smirked.

“Who are you?” I demanded, crossing my arms. “And where’s the boss?”

His smirk didn’t falter. “What the f**k are you talking about? I’m the one in charge here.”

I scoffed, glaring at him. “You? In charge? Did you kidnap me? Are you supposed to be a vampire too?”

He leaned in slightly, his smirk fading into something more sinister. “Do you really want to know?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice faltering as I instinctively stepped back.

Before I could blink, he was suddenly right in front of me, moving faster than my eyes could track. My breath caught in my throat. “How… how did you do that?” I stuttered.

He chuckled darkly. “Super speed. Perks of being a vampire, in case you didn’t know.”

So it wasn’t a dream. They were vampires. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t meet his gaze.

He leaned in closer, too close for comfort, and I could feel my heart hammering wildly in my chest. “You’ve got an… intoxicating scent,” he said softly, brushing his fingers against my cheek.

I shivered, panic coursing through me. “What do you want from me?” I whisper, my eyes darting to the door for any chance of escape.

He chuckled, dark and low. “What would a vampire like me want with someone like you?”

Without thinking, I bolted for the door, grabbing the handle, but before I could even turn it, he was there, yanking my hand away and shoving me to the side like I weighed nothing.

“Help!” I screamed, stumbling back, my voice trembling with fear. Tears welled up in my eyes as I backed away from him.

The door creaked open slightly, and a man with a scarred face peeked in, his eyes flicking between us. “Something wrong here?” he raised his brow in suspicion.

The younger vampire waved him off with a dismissive grin. “Nah, we’re good.”

“Please, help me!” I begged, my voice cracking as I looked desperately at the scarred man. But he just stared for a moment, shrugged, and shut the door.

“Now, where were we?” the younger vampire said, his smile unsettlingly warm as he turned back to me.

My stomach twisted. What the hell was wrong with him? One second, he seemed normal, and the next, he was terrifying. Maybe he had some kind of mental issue. Bipolar, maybe?

“Did you really think you could get away from me so easily?” he laughed.

I ignored him, glaring. “Let me go, you bastard!” I shouted, finally losing my patience.

His expression darkened instantly. He was in front of me in a flash, gripping my jaw tightly and forcing me to look up at him.

“What did you just say?” he growled.

I felt the weight of his angry gaze, and my anxiety hit an all-time high. The door suddenly swung open, and in walked the boss, striding in like he owned the world.

"Lorenzo, let her go," he ordered coldy. Lorenzo didn’t hesitate, he released me immediately, though I could feel the tension radiating off him.