Chapter four
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Luca POV:
l knee in front of a statue. My eyes filled with tears.
' l am sorry l just couldn't protect you ' l said weeping heavy at l stare at my brother, who has been made frozen for a Hundred years.
' It not your fault ' His spirit said.
' I just can't find her! ' l said sadly.
' She is closer than you think ' His spirit said moving around me.
' I am in love with a human ' I said but they was no response.
' Jasper, Jasper are you there ' l called out looking around. I walked out of the cafe.
l was heading home when l suddenly felt pain in my heart. My eyes changed it color.
' Betty ' l murmured and disappeared.
Betty Pov:
l was attacked by some group of boys on my way to Luca apartment.
' let go of me! ' l said as one of the boys pinned me to the ground and tore off my top.
' My boyfriend will kill you! Just wait and watch ' They laughed.
' Poor thing! You boyfriend nor anyone can't save you, so save the energy ' The boy on top me said. l felt so disgusted l struggled but he was too strong. Suddenly a wind just blow pass pushing the guys to the ground.
I don’t know what terrifies me more—
the men who cornered me in that alley…
or the way he tore their hearts out without blinking.
One second he was my sweet, stubborn, infuriating boyfriend.
The next… his eyes went red, his fangs flashed,
and the night itself seemed to bow to him.
He saved me.
He destroyed them.
He’s a vampire.
And now I’m sitting here, shaking, wondering why the only thing louder than my fear…
is the way my heart still races for him.
Luca turned, the last echo of the attack fading, and froze when he saw me.
—shaking, wide-eyed, blood trailing down my arm.
His body reacted before his mind did.
A violent shudder.
A gasp.
Then he collapsed to one knee, fingers clawing at his chest as if holding himself together.
“Betty…” His voice was broken, ragged. “Your blood… I can’t— I can’t control it.”
His eyes blazed a deep, feral red.
Not the warm glow l knew.
This was hunger. Power. Need.
“Just leave!” he roared, turning his face away from me because even looking at me hurt.
But l didn’t move.
Instead, l dropped to my knees beside him, ignoring the sting of my wounds, and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“Luca… look at me,” l whispered, trembling but refusing to let go.
He inhaled sharply—my scent, my warmth, my heartbeat pressed against his spine.
It hit him deeper than any blood ever could.
The red in his eyes flickered… dimmed… softened.
He turned toward me slowly, as though fighting the whole world, and when his gaze finally met mine, the monster slipped back into the shadows.
His arms came around me, strong but shaking, pulling me into him as if l were the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
“I almost lost myself,” he breathed against my hair.
“You didn’t,” l whispered back, holding him tighter. “You came back to me.”
Written POV
And for a long moment, he just clung to her—her blood, her scent, her courage—like she was the only thing more powerful than the darkness inside him.
Luca pulled back just enough to see the blood still running down her arm.
A low growl slipped from his throat—instinct, fear, hunger all tangled together.
Without a word, he tore his shirt open, ripping a strip of fabric with one swift motion.
His hands were strong but trembling as he pressed the cloth firmly to her wound.
“Hold this,” he murmured, voice rough, almost desperate.
Betty obeyed, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way he forced himself to breathe like every inhale was a battle not to lose control again.
In the next heartbeat, he scooped her into his arms.
“Luca, I can walk—”
“No,” he said, sharp but softening. “You’re hurt. And I’m not risking you collapsing… or me losing it again.”
He moved faster than human eyes should follow—shadows bending, wind curling around them as he carried her through the night.
Before she could blink, they were at his home: the old stone manor hidden behind iron gates and vines, ancient and hauntingly beautiful under the moonlight.
He kicked the door open, not bothering with keys, and carried her inside.
Warm candlelight flickered across dark wood and old portraits, but Luca didn’t stop to admire any of it.
His focus was only on her.
He laid her gently on a velvet chaise, his breath still uneven, eyes scanning her like he needed to reassure himself she was still here.
“Let me see,” he said quietly.
She lowered the makeshift bandage, and he hissed softly at the sight of the blood.
His eyes flashed red for a moment—just a spark—but he forced it down with a shaky exhale.
“You shouldn’t be this calm,” he muttered, brushing her hair from her face.
“I almost… I almost attacked you.”
“But you didn’t,” she whispered. “You protected me. You brought me home.”
He stared at her, torn between guilt and something deeper, hotter.
“You don’t understand,” Luca said, voice low, intense. “When you bleed near me… it’s like every instinct I have screams to claim you. To—”
He cut himself off, looking away, chest rising fast.
Betty reached for his hand, pulling him closer.
“Then stay by me,” she murmured. “Not fighting yourself… but choosing me.”
Her words hit him harder than any vampire strike could.
He bowed his head, forehead touching hers, his voice barely a breath.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Betty.”
But he held her hand tightly—as if letting go would end him.
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