Chapter Five
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Written POV:
“Aren’t you afraid of me… now that you know what I am?”
Luca’s voice was low, almost wounded, as if her answer could shatter him.
Betty looked at him—really looked at him.
The red still lingering in his eyes.
The tremble in his hands.
The guilt hiding under all that power.
“Afraid?” she whispered. “No. You saved me. You protected me. And… you’re still Luca.”
His jaw tightened, as if her trust physically hurt him.
“You don’t understand,” he said slowly, sitting beside her. “There are things about me you never knew.”
He swallowed hard, eyes drifting away.
“I was once the Vampire King.”
Betty’s breath caught, but she didn’t move.
“Not until Liam’s father stabbed me with an Ice-Dagger—the only weapon that can kill my kind.”
Luca’s fingers brushed the scar on his chest, a faint blue glow beneath the skin.
“I survived… but I lost everything. My powers. My throne. My strength.”
He hesitated, voice roughening.
“And Liam… he froze my brother, Jasper, in ice for a hundred years. His body is gone, but his spirit still roams. Restless. Angry.”
Luca looked at her then, eyes dark, burning.
“And your blood… your blood is the only thing that can awaken my powers again.”
Betty blinked. “Then what are we waiting for? Just have my blood and—”
“No.” Luca cut her off sharply, voice cracking.
“It’s not that simple. Once I taste your blood… it won’t be just a sip.”
He leaned closer, eyes glowing.
“It means not stopping. Not holding back. It means claiming you.”
A shiver ran through her—not fear, but something deeper.
“I trust you,” she said softly.
Something in him broke at those words—his restraint, his doubt, his distance.
Within minutes, he had prepared the ritual.
They sat opposite each other on the floor of his dim chamber, candles circling them, the air thick with ancient energy.
Luca began chanting in an old tongue—low, powerful, vibrating through the walls.
The wind surged.
The candles flickered violently.
The entire room trembled like the house itself recognized its king.
Fear gripped Betty’s stomach, but she didn’t move. She kept her eyes on him.
When Luca opened his eyes… they glowed the deep crimson of a true vampire king.
“Betty…” he breathed. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice steady.
He leaned forward, his aura wrapping around her like heat.
“No… I meant more than just your blood.”
His eyes roamed her face, hungry, reverent.
“I mean having you. Claiming you completely.”
His voice dropped to a rough whisper.
“Body. Blood. Soul.”
Betty swallowed hard, pulse racing.
“I’m ready.”
Luca’s lips curled slowly—dangerous, relieved, and undeniably possessive.
“Then tonight,” he murmured, reaching for her hand, “you become mine.”
Luca rose to his feet slowly, offering Betty his hand.
There was something different about him now—something ancient stirring beneath his skin as the ritual circle glowed.
“Before I claim your blood…” he murmured, lifting her chin, “I must claim you.”
His voice thrummed with power, but also something tender.
Something hungry, yet restrained for her.
Betty felt her breath hitch as he pulled her close, his forehead resting against hers.
Heat pulsed off him—raw, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
“Luca…” she whispered.
His lips brushed her ear.
“Say it, Betty. Tell me you want this.”
Her fingers tightened on his shirt.
“I want you.”
That was all he needed.
He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the dark velvet bed behind them.
The candles around the room burst higher, reacting to his rising power and desire.
What followed was a blur of heat and breathless devotion—
Luca’s hands, his voice, his body pressing against hers,
the world fading until there was only him surrounding her, claiming her, worshiping her.
A night of whispered names and trembling skin—
a night where she gave herself to him completely,
and he held her as though she were the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
The moment their bodies joined, the ritual sigils around them glowed brighter,
responding to their bond, their choice,
their surrender to one another.
And when it was done—
when she lay against his chest, breathing softly—
Luca kissed her forehead with a reverence she never knew he possessed.
“Now… the final step,” he whispered.
He lifted her wrist gently, his fangs descending slowly.
Not savage.
Not out of hunger.
But ceremony.
“Are you ready, my love?”
Betty nodded, raising her wrist to his lips herself.
Luca’s eyes flashed—
red, gold, then something darker, older.
He bit.
A sharp breath—hers.
A low growl—his.
Her blood touched his tongue, and the world exploded.
Power slammed into him like a storm breaking loose after centuries.
His back arched, his grip tightened around her waist,
and the candles blew out all at once.
His veins lit under his skin like molten silver.
His aura surged, shaking the room.
Wind roared in the chamber as if bowing to its rightful ruler.
Betty held onto him, even as the energy crackled around them.
“Luca!” she cried softly.
He lifted his head, blood on his lips, pupils dilated with overwhelming force.
“I can feel it,” he breathed, voice deeper, layered, ancient.
“Your blood—Betty, it’s awakened everything. More power than I ever had. More than I thought possible.”
He stood, the air bending around him, shadows swirling at his feet like loyal soldiers.
He looked down at her—his queen, his anchor, his chosen.
“You didn’t just restore my power,” he said, pulling her against his renewed, blazing warmth.
“You made me stronger than any vampire king before me.”
And with a slow, reverent kiss to her hand, he whispered:
“And now, you are mine… as I am yours.”
Betty’s breath grew shallow, her body trembling in Luca’s arms.
Her skin was pale, her pulse slow—too slow. She slumped slightly against him, and panic exploded through his chest.
“Betty… Betty, look at me,” Luca whispered urgently.
“I’m… just tired,” she murmured, but her eyelids fluttered like she was fighting sleep underwater.
Guilt hit Luca like a blade. He carried her too far… took too much… asked too much from a human body.
“I shouldn’t have done the ritual tonight,” he whispered as he laid her gently on the bed. “I hurt you. I pushed you beyond your limit.”
But Betty only touched his cheek weakly, whispering, “I chose you…”
Those words broke him.
He stayed until her breathing steadied, then slipped away to the cafe and restored Jasper life.
Written POV:
The night wind was sharp, brushing over their skin as Luca stared out over the dark city, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Jasper, newly freed and half-glowing with returning strength, leaned against the stone railing.
“Your girl has powerful blood,” Jasper said quietly. “Not normal powerful. Ancient. It’s her lineage.”
Luca turned sharply. “Explain.”
“Her great-grandmother,” Jasper said, gaze fixed on the moon. “She carried the blood of a Healer—one of the old ones. Not their abilities, but the bloodline. It skipped a generation. Betty inherited the full strength.”
Luca blinked, processing.
It made sense—the scent of her blood, the power it awakened in him, the way the ritual reacted to her.
But something still clawed at his chest.
“Then why,” Luca growled softly, “is she still weak?”
Jasper’s expression shifted—curiosity, confusion… then his eyes snapped wide.
“Wait,” Jasper said slowly, stepping closer. “You said she’s still weak.”
Luca nodded, dread curling in his stomach.
Jasper’s face went pale.
“Bro… she’s pregnant.”
The world stopped.
Luca’s breath left him in a violent exhale.
“No. No, that’s impossible.”
“It’s rare,” Jasper said, voice rising with panic, “but it happens. A human carrying a vampire child—”
“No.” Luca’s voice cracked. “She can’t. The baby would—”
“Eat her from the inside out,” Jasper finished softly.
Luca didn’t wait another second.
He blurred—vanished—and reappeared in their room.
Betty was sitting on the bed, looking down at her stomach with trembling hands.
Her shirt lifted slightly, revealing a bump—one that hadn’t been there hours ago.
“Luca,” she whispered, voice shaking, “I don’t understand why my stomach keeps growing so fast.”
He knelt before her, hands trembling as he touched the swelling gently.
The moment his palm met her skin, he felt it—movement.
Small. Hungry. Wrong for a human body.
“We’re getting it out,” Luca said sharply, standing so fast the room flickered. He grabbed his car keys from the drawer with trembling fingers.
Betty’s head snapped up, eyes blazing.
“Wait—I’m pregnant?” she said, voice cracking with shock. “Our baby?”
She stood, stumbling slightly.
“Why should I get rid of our baby?”
Luca froze.
He turned slowly, anguish carved into every line of his face.
“Because this isn’t a normal child, Betty,” Luca said, voice raw, heavy with pain.
“It will kill you before it’s even born.”
Betty’s hand went protectively to her stomach, eyes filling with hot tears—not from fear… but defiance.
“This is our baby,” she whispered fiercely. “Yours and mine.”
“And that’s exactly why I can’t lose you,” Luca said, choking on the words as he stepped toward her.
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