Vampires Don't Give Love Bites

Part Two

As Elena and Fern disappeared into the crowd, Lily closed her eyes once more, losing herself in the music. The alcohol buzzed through her veins, lowering her guard just enough to let her truly enjoy the moment.

That's when she felt it, a presence behind her, radiating heat and an unmistakable aura of power. Strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against a solid chest. Lily's breath caught in her throat, her eyes flying open as her body instinctively moved in tandem with her mysterious dance partner.

"You," she whispered, though she couldn't possibly have heard herself over the music. But somehow, she knew. This was the stranger from before, the one whose gaze had set her blood on fire.

His hips ground against hers, their bodies moving as one to the pulsing beat. Lily's heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation coursing through her. Part of her screamed to pull away, to find Elena and Fern, to retreat to safety. But a stronger, more primal part kept her rooted to the spot, reveling in the electric connection between them.

"Who are you?" Lily managed to ask, twisting her head to catch a glimpse of her mysterious partner.

As Lily turned, her gaze locked with a pair of piercing silver eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the club. The stranger's face was a study in contrasts - sharp, aristocratic features softened by the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his full lips. Long, dark hair framed his face, adding to the aura of mystery that clung to him like a second skin.

"Caspian," he replied, his voice a low, velvety purr that sent shivers down Lily's spine. "Caspian Ravencroft."

The name rolled off his tongue with an effortless elegance that spoke of centuries past. Lily felt a jolt of recognition - not of the name itself, but of what it implied. Vampire. The realization should have terrified her, but instead, it only heightened the intoxicating mix of danger and desire swirling within her.

"And you are?" Caspian prompted, one eyebrow arching in cool inquiry.

Lily hesitated, her alcohol-addled mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I'm... Lily," she finally managed, cursing the breathless quality of her voice.

Caspian's smirk widened, revealing the barest hint of fang. "Lily," he repeated, as if savouring the taste of her name. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, pressing her closer. Lily's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch with a will of its own. She knew she should pull away, should find her friends and leave, but the magnetic pull between them was impossible to resist.

"What are you doing here?" Lily asked, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

Caspian chuckled, the sound rich and dark like aged whiskey. "I could ask you the same question, little flower. This isn't exactly a place for delicate blossoms."

Lily's eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance cutting through her haze of attraction. "I'm not as delicate as you might think," she retorted, her fingers curling against his chest.

Caspian's gaze darkened, a predatory gleam igniting in his eyes. "Is that so?" he murmured, his cool breath ghosting across her ear. "Perhaps you'd like to prove it?"

The implications of his words sent a shiver down Lily's spine. Warning bells clanged in the back of her mind, reminding her of past betrayals and the dangers that lurked in the shadows. She stumbled back a step, reality crashing over her like a cold wave.

"I... I need to go," Lily stammered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "My friends are waiting for me."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and pushed her way through the writhing crowd. The pulsing music seemed to mock her, each beat echoing the frantic rhythm of her pulse. Lily's thoughts raced as she navigated the sea of bodies, searching for the relative safety of the bathroom.

Finally spotting the neon sign, she burst through the door, nearly colliding with a startled Elena emerging from a stall.

"Lily?" Elena's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Fern appeared from behind Elena, her warm brown eyes widening as she took in Lily's flushed cheeks and trembling hands.

Lily leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to catch her breath. "The stranger," she panted, "the one who was watching me... he approached me on the dance floor."

Elena's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, no," Lily shook her head. "But he's... he's a vampire."

Elena's eyes widened, a flicker of concern passing over her features before her usual mask of cool control slipped back into place. "A vampire?” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "What did he want, Lily?"

The bathroom's harsh fluorescent lighting cast strange shadows across Lily's face as she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. The residual scent of Caspian's cologne clung to her skin, a lingering reminder of their brief encounter. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her hips, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

"He wanted... me," Lily admitted, her voice barely audible over the muffled thump of bass from the club beyond. "And to dance. But there was something else, Elena. Something in his eyes..."

Fern stepped closer, her brow furrowed with worry. "What do you mean, Lil?"

Lily closed her eyes, trying to articulate the magnetic pull she'd felt. "It was like... like he could see right through me. Like he knew me, somehow." She opened her eyes, meeting Elena's intense gaze. "Is it possible? Could he be...?"

Elena's lips thinned, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her dark eyes. "No," she said firmly. "Fated mates are a myth, Lily. You know that. Whatever this vampire wants, it's not that."

But even as Elena spoke, Lily couldn't shake the feeling that something profound had shifted in her world. The certainty in her friend's voice didn't quite reach her eyes, and Lily found herself wondering what Elena might be hiding.