MR. BILLIONAIRE : BEAUTY AND THE VAMPIRE

Prologue

"This is your last chance Harry. You have now until your 35th birthday to bring to me the woman you love or you risk losing your life as a mortal. Live forever and never become human, and have everything related to you wiped off like it never existed. I must remind you, that you will begin to thirst for human blood more than ever as it’ll be the only thing you would depend on, the good thing is your human feelings and emotions and ethics won’t be there so you don’t have to worry,” he said smiling.

"this isn't fair Roman! Not fair! You turned me against my will and now you're giving me options on how to become human. How the f*ck is this possible!" he said throwing his hands up in the air and letting them fall back at his sides in frustration.

"I saved your life you bastard. And the situation you're in is because of your naivety, carelessness and foolishness! What the hell were you looking for with the goddess of light? You caused this, not me."

"she said she could help me become human."

"oh wow. Now the goddess of light has become goddess of life. Wow, Harold, just wow. Applaud yourself."

"You're the one who didn't tell me the functions of all of these goddesses."

"Listen Harold, you're partly human, partly vampire. Only that you don’t age like the humans. Unlike the rest of us, you function as both, it would have been so forever and ever if you didn't prove wise. You're young, handsome," he said now walking to the bar to remove one of the already stored blood. He smells it first, his instincts kicking in, causing his vampire features to come forward, he grins widely as he takes it one gulp. "now, where were we?" he paused, spinning on his heels, he turns to Harold, "ah-hah, I was saying, you're young, handsome, filthy billionaire, a celebrity in the movie industry too. Ladies will trip for you,"

"exactly Roman. Ladies will trip. I don't need ladies. I need a woman with heart of gold, well, according to Lady Henelsy's requirements. She has to love me purely, not worship me like a god."

"hmmm, so, what do you need my help with? I should help you fall in love? Tell me, shouldn't you love the woman as well, or is it for selfish gains? When you find her, she kisses you, spell's off, then dump her and become a playboy? Enlighten me."

"If I so much think of leaving her, I won't be given another chance to see the light of day."

"ahhh, so you're gonna have to be stuck with her unwillingly. Interesting."

"that's not the point."

"exactly. Your point is? What do you need me for?"

"use your connections, your power, provide a virtuous lady for me, make her fall for me, let this be over with."

Roman laughed for a while before puffing a cigar,

"oh young Harold, one cannot arrange for things like these no matter how rich someone is. Love is a feeling, not a commodity. Thought you're supposed to know all these considering you were once human." he said shaking his head. "my only job in this Harold is watch and not lift a finger. Now, I must return to my chambers. Excuse me." he said before leaving, then he paused and turned to look back at Harold, "and please, make sure she's pretty." he said smiling before leaving.

After pacing up and down in frustration, he took the car keys from the table, used the elevator down the the ground floor, where he'd stepped out of the realm, where only he and a few of his bodyguards knew. He sat in his latest Jaguar F-Pace SVR, clenching his fist on the steering wheel, his blood beginning to become visible as his hand began to turn white, his eyes changing color, and his canine becoming longer. He sucked in a deep breath, relaxing his muscles, the features being withdrawn, he ignited the car and sped to the only place he'd feel alive. Don't get it wrong, he's a celeb, his guards are everywhere he wants them to be. When he doesn't need them breathing on his neck, he tells them off.

Let's begin with the introduction.

Harold Einstfield is Hollywood's most eligible 34 year old bachelor. Roman is like a god-father to him. Years ago, Harold was much younger, when his home was attacked by assassins, not just his home, his hometown, all he could remember was that one minute he was stabbed with a sharply pointed knife, lying in the pool of his own blood, and the next his waking up in a neatly well furnished house, alive and scarless like nothing had happened. Each time he asks Roman why he saved him out of all the people there, and his answer remained the same, never changing, "you have potential, couldn't let it die." The more asks more questions, the farther he is from the answer. He gave up asking Roman for a way to become human again. Roman has friends, who automatically became Harry's friends. He learned of them but always mixed up their roles. He went to the goddess of light for a solution, instead the goddess of life, and he got tangled in the condition of falling in love first.

Harold doesn't believe in love. He has no intention of sticking to one lady, hell even falling for one. His whole life, he's been worshipped and adored by his lady fans, he's got the class, got the cash, got the ladies, but his fear, he can't imagine losing being human, not being able to walk in the sun freely without the fear of getting burnt, wanting to feed on blood and not hunger after normal feed, he has no choice, but he knows that whoever she may be, she definitely cannot be his fan. He has a deadline, his birthday which is on the 24th of December. With all these thoughts running through his mind, he gripped the steering wheel, stepping on his accelerator and zooming off at a higher speed. Stopping in front of the bar, he looked around, hopefully everyone would be too drunk to recognise him, or look at him, but he wasn't taking any chances though. He opened the back of his car, taking off his suit, tie and shirt, he wore t-shirt face cap and a black hood over his head and shades to top the look. Entering the bar, head bowed down to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of him. He headed to the counter, with his head down, he didn't realize that someone was heading his way.

'STUPID! Are you blind? Couldn't you see where you were going?" she shrieked, her voice high pitched attracting the attention of other customers. To him, if she knew who he was, she'd be on her knees apologizing. He didn't look up, but she could hear his muffled voice say,

"sorry." She wanted to argue so bad, but she looked too angry to care for his apologies or create more scene. She ignored him turned back to the bar counter.

"is this seat taken?" he asked her. She sized him up first, before turning away, staring at the bar tender. "I'll take that as a yes." he said as he pulled out the bar stool and sat.

"Welcome to Stevens bar, what would you like?" the bartender asked.

"has the lady ordered?" he asked. Pretending like he wasn't referring to her, she took out her phone and randomly used it.

"no she hasn't."

"she seems pissed. She needs something strong tonight, and so do I,"

"did i ask for your help? Did I tell you i needed your damn help? Stupid dudes be feeling like the most gentleman just coz they buy her a drink. I don't need you to get me anything."

"calm down Lisa. Take it easy on the gentleman." the bartender said to her, then turned to Harry, "forgive her, she's in her worst moods today. She isn't always like this. What would you love to have?" the guy asks.

"Fireball for the lady," he said ignoring the daggers she was shooting him with her eyes, "and silver bullet for me."

"coming right up."

"what's your name?" he asked. In frustration she drops her phone on the table, then turns to him, "this is your way right? I mean, you see a random girl, buy her a drink, then what? Take her on your roller coaster rides then dump off, how? By sleeping with her best friend, on her birthday!!!" she said in a rush of anger.

"Make that two fireball shots please." he said to the bartender. At that, she calmed down, looking away.

"I'm sorry." she said, like they forced the words from the depths of her throat.

"you don't need to say sorry if your pride won't let you."

"who the hell are you!" she screamed at him. Harry was pissed, he noticed his bodyguards who perfectly camouflaged into the scene, rise. He signalled for them to be calm. With her question, he took off the hood, cap and glasses.

"Harry. Harry Einstfield." there was silence in the bar as everyone stared in shock, but she didn't notice. She stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, choking on her own laughter.

"well that was dramatic introduction. Congratulations Mr. Harry, you're hereby the winner of most dramatic for the year," she said clapping her hands then gulping down the second shot.

"get me more Ben."

"are you nuts Lis? Don't you know who this guy is?

"him? who is he? the governor? president? My boss?"

"he could take away all you have in seconds girl. He's the owner of Einstfield company. And that handsome sexy actor you love in your favourite movie, My Love." with all that was said by the bartender to her, she took a closer look at him.

"Ohhh, can my night get any worse?" she asked rhetorically, gulping down the last shot then grabbing her purse. She turned to Harry, "forgive my manners but that doesn't mean you weren't an annoying cunt." she took out some clean mint notes and passed to him, "thanks for the drinks, repaid the favor, hope we never cross paths again, today is just like any other day, i know you not, and vice versa. Excuse me." with that she walked away mentally cursing herself for the display of lack of self control in front of an important personality, also in front of people. She used her purse to hide her face in embarrassment as she walked out.