VAMPIRE’s QUEEN

Pulse Racing Under His Fingertips

I sat in my room, swirling a glass of wine in my hand, lost in my thoughts. The room was dimly lit, and the shadows danced on the walls as the moonlight filtered through the windows. My mind kept going back to today's events, to her.

A smile slowly crept across my face as I remembered Evelyn fighting me, trying so hard to resist. The way she looked at me, full of fire and defiance, it fueled something deep inside me. She wasn't like the others who easily fell into line, who obeyed without question. No, Evelyn was different. The more she resisted, the more I wanted her.

Every time she pushed back, it only made my desire for her grow stronger. It was intoxicating. I chuckled to myself, remembering how she ran to the professor, trying to accuse me of hurting her. I could see the marks on her arm, faint but noticeable. I knew I had to act quickly, so I used a simple healing spell to make them vanish.

Watching her face when she realized the marks were gone, it was priceless.

The shock, the confusion, the fear. It was all written so clearly on her face. She was scared of me, and that thrilled me. But there was more than just fear. There was anger, too, a deep resentment. She hated that she couldn't control the situation and hated that she couldn't win against me. And that's what I loved most about her. She wasn't going to give in easily, but I didn't want easy. I wanted her.

I wanted to tame her, to make her mine completely. I could already imagine it, the day when she'd finally stop resisting, when she'd look at me with that same fire, but this time with love in her eyes.

The thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through me. But then... then, I got mad. My smile faded as I recalled the rest of the day. After class, my vampire side started to creep in, the darkness that lurked within me growing stronger. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I remembered what had happened.

That guy, Mathew, dared to take her from me. He had the audacity to grab her hand, my mate's hand, and lead her away from me like she was his to protect.

I could barely control myself. My vampire instincts screamed at me to act, to tear him apart for touching what was mine. But I held back, just barely. It wasn't the right time. But my anger... it was overwhelming. My jaw tightened, and I took a long drink of wine, trying to calm myself. It didn't help. What made it worse was that I could hear everything. My vampire senses are sharper than any human's. I heard the entire conversation between that bastard and my mate. I heard him ask her out on a date.

A date! The nerve of him. How dare he try to take my queen? I wanted to rip his heart out right then and there, watch the life drain from his eyes as he realized he made the worst mistake of his life.

I would have done it, too, if I didn't have to maintain a little bit of control. He'll regret this. I'll make sure of it. I gritted my teeth, the glass in my hand nearly cracking under the pressure of my grip. Evelyn was leaving me no choice. I had tried, in my own way, to be patient. I wanted her to fall for me willingly, to see that we were meant to be together. But she was too stubborn, too defiant.

She was pushing me to the edge, and soon, I wouldn't be able to hold back.

“I have to do something about this," I muttered to myself.

"I can't let her slip through my fingers." She's mine, whether she knows it or not. And that fool, Mathew, will regret ever thinking he could take her from me.

Evelyn has always been a challenge, but I thought I could play this game with her. I thought I could win her over by showing her that I'm not all bad, that I can be gentle and kind. But the more time passes, the harder it becomes. It's almost impossible to act like the good guy around her.

My instincts want to take over, to claim her, to force her to submit to me. And if I'm honest, the thought of her resisting only makes me want her more. But I need her to see things my way.

I need her to obey me, to love me, to smile at me the way she does with her friends. I want her to look at me the way she looked at Mathew today, with that softness in her eyes, with that smile that made me want to destroy anyone who stood between us.

But that won't happen until I take control. I've been too patient, too careful. Now, it's time to take what's mine. I'll play my cards carefully, but one way or another, Evelyn will be mine. She just doesn't know it yet. Its Tuesday right now, and they have a date on friday. I have to act fast to have her by my side. She's my mate, my queen, and i will damn if i allowed a filthy human takes what's rightfully mine.

EVELYN’s POV

"You aren't going to believe who asked me out," I said to Hailey, who was wearing her work apron and busy cleaning up. I was grinning from ear to ear, still feeling a little giddy about it.

“Oh, come on, tell me!" she said, turning around with wide eyes, clearly excited.

“Mathew asked me out yesterday!" I chuckled, still finding it a little surreal. Hailey's jaw dropped, and then she broke into a huge grin.

"Don't tell me that Mathew finally confessed!" she teased, putting her hands on her hips.

“Nah," I shook my head, still smiling.

“He just asked me out for Friday. He didn't exactly say that he liked me or anything."

"Maybe he'll confess on the date and kiss you at the end!" Hailey practically squealed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop smiling.

"I doubt that. It's just a casual date. We're just hanging out."

"Oh, please!” He has been crushing on you for ages. Trust me, Evelyn, this is the beginning of something big!" Hailey said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I blushed a little at her teasing, biting my lip.

"You think so?"

"I know so!" she said confidently.

"And don't try to play it cool with me. I bet you're already thinking about what to wear!" I laughed, shaking my head.

"You know me too well." "Of course I do! Now, tell me everything, what are you guys planning to do on the date? Where are you going?" Hailey asked, full of energy as she tied up her apron and grabbed some stuff to put in her locker.

“We're just grabbing dinner at that new pizza place downtown. Nothing too fancy." I shrugged, but I couldn't hide my excitement.

"That's perfect! Casual but still cute. I bet Mathew will be all nervous, trying to impress you," she teased, nudging me.

“Yeah, well, I'm kind of nervous too," I admitted, playing with the edge of my sleeve.

"Don't be! You guys have been friends forever, so just be yourself. And if he doesn't confess on the first date, he'll definitely want a second one." Hailey winked. I laughed again, feeling a little more relaxed about the whole thing.

"Thanks, Hail. You always know what to say."

"Always," she said with a smirk. Then, Hailey suddenly changed the subject.

"So, what's the problem with that Xavier guy?" she asked, shoving some things into her locker. As soon as she said his name, my mood took a nosedive.

My smile faded, and I could feel a wave of irritation rise inside me. "Nothing, he's just a pain in the ass," I said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Hailey, I don't even know who the hell he is, and he just pretends to like me. The audacity of that guy!"

“What did he do now?" Hailey asked, frowning as she closed her locker.

“He told me I'm his, and he's going to claim me!" I huffed, rolling my eyes.

“Like, who even says that? And he threatened me! He said if I don't listen to him or stay away from other guys, he'll 'teach me a lesson." Hailey's eyes widened in shock.

“What?Are you serious? Evelyn, that's not okay! This guy sounds dangerous."

“Yeah, no kidding. He's delusional if he thinks I'm going to just do what he says," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"God, Eve, I'm really worried about you. Maybe you should complain about him to the principal or something," Hailey suggested, her face full of concern.

"I will if he doesn't start behaving. I'm meeting him at the library tonight to finish our project. After that, he'll be out of my life for good," I said confidently, though part of me wasn't sure if it would be that easy.

"Wait, are you serious? At night? Evelyn, the library is practically empty after hours! Are you really going to stay there alone with him?" Hailey asked, clearly alarmed.

“Don't worry, Hail. It's not that late, and there are usually a few students around. Plus, the library has cameras. He won't try anything," I reassured her, though a small part of me was anxious about the whole thing.

Hailey didn't seem convinced. "I don't like this, Evelyn. That guy gives me the creeps. He seems obsessed with you, and that's never a good sign." I sighed, feeling frustrated.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I'm just as annoyed by him as you are. But I need to finish this stupid project, and then I'll be done with him."

“Just... please be careful. If he does anything weird, you call me, okay?" Hailey said, looking at me with worried eyes.

“I will," I promised, giving her a small smile. "But don't worry, I can handle him."

“I don't know, Eve. Xavier doesn't seem like the type of guy you can just 'handle," Hailey muttered, shaking her head.

"Well, he's about to learn that I'm not someone who'll let him walk all over me," I said, my voice firm as anger bubbled up inside me again

10pm

After completing my work, I was on my way to college, feeling a bit annoyed. Today, my first class was cancelled because we had to attend a seminar in the auditorium about health and science. I had already decided to skip it and work on my project instead.

My friends were going to attend the seminar, which left me with no choice but to spend my time with that bastard, Xavier. I sighed, trying to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable encounter. Let's see how today goes. As I walked inside the college building, I headed straight to the other side where the library was located.

The hallway was quiet, and I was grateful for the peace, at least for now. When I entered the library, there were only a few students scattered around, working on their projects. It felt like a calm space, a bit of a contrast to the tension building inside me. I found a table near the window, set my bag down, and began pulling out my notes and supplies.

Xavier wasn't here yet, which was a relief. Maybe I could get a head start and finish some of this work before he showed up. I decided to look for some books that I would need for the project. It's better to keep myself busy rather than just sitting here and waiting. I walked over to the librarian's desk, where an older lady was sitting.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the entrepreneurship books are?" I asked politely, trying to sound as calm as possible. The librarian looked up from her computer and nodded. "Yes, let me check," she said, scrolling through the database.

After a moment, she added, "The books are on the other side of the library. Go to the right, and after crossing seven aisles, you'll find them at the end."

"Thank you," I replied, turning to walk away. I made my way through the large library, counting the aisles as I passed them. Our college library was practically a maze, with endless rows of books and towering shelves.

As I reached the seventh aisle, I noticed how empty it was. There were no students around, just me and the rows of silent books.

It was the dead-end area of the library, a place where most people didn't bother to go unless they were looking for something specific. I shrugged off the silence and started searching for the right book. After a few minutes of scanning the titles, I finally found what I was looking for. I pulled a thick entrepreneurship book from the shelf and opened it, flipping to the first page to check the author's name. Suddenly, I felt something a force, a presence.

Before I could react, I was yanked backwards with full force. I let out a sharp gasp, the book in my hand slipping from my grasp and tumbling to the floor. Several other books from the shelf fell as well, hitting the ground with loud thuds.

"Ouch!" I groaned in pain as my back slammed into the shelf behind me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. What the hell just happened? When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat. Xavier was standing there, towering over me, his body too close for comfort. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with something dangerous. His hand was wrapped firmly around my throat, not enough to choke me, but enough to send a clear message.

I tried to move, but he held me in place, his grip tightening slightly.

I could feel my pulse racing under his fingertips, my fear growing with every passing second. This was bad. Really, it's really bad.