My Vampire Roomate

Betrayed by lust

The air in the guest room thickened, Sebastian’s piercing hazel eyes pinning me where I stood. His presence was heavier today, like a storm brewing just beneath his skin. What had he been doing while he was gone? My heart thudded, torn between the urge to hide Eric’s call and the reality that Franklin wouldn’t let me keep secrets—not now, not with Rose’s life on the line.

“Eric’s got Rose,” Franklin blurted, his voice rough with fury. “He’s demanding Emma for a trade.”

Sebastian’s gaze snapped to me, sharp and unyielding, his aura crackling with something dangerous. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the coolness radiating from his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of my panic. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I squared my shoulders, defiance flaring despite the fear gnawing at me. “I can’t just sit here and let your brother hurt my best friend. I’m going, Sebastian.” My legs wobbled, and I sank onto the plush bed, hoping the softness would ground me against the chaos spiraling in my mind.

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened for a fleeting moment. “Then I’m coming with you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“He said to come alone,” I countered, my voice quieter now, knowing it wasn’t up for debate. Sebastian’s gaze drifted to the wall, lost in thought, his silence heavy. Franklin shifted beside me, his broad shoulders tense, his patience fraying like a worn rope.

“We ambush him,” Sebastian said suddenly, breaking the quiet. Franklin and I tilted our heads in unison, caught off guard. “How?” Franklin asked, his green eyes narrowing.

Sebastian’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “I have a plan.”

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Rose’s POV:

Guilt gnawed at my heart, but Eric Lucian’s presence drowned it out. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of—tall, with chiseled muscles that strained against his tailored shirt, his handsome face framed by dark hair that fell just right. His voice, deep and laced with an ancient cadence, sent shivers through me. I’d never craved anyone like this, not even Franklin. Eric was a drug, and I was already addicted.

It had been over a day since Emma’s breathless confession about her night with Sebastian, and her silence since then worried me. Franklin hadn’t called either, but that was no surprise—he was probably off with some other girl, leaving me to compromise yet again. I was done being the good girlfriend, done waiting. Meeting Eric yesterday, when we collided on my way home from school, felt like fate. His charm had me handing over my number without a second thought, and now here I was, on a date with the most intoxicating man I’d ever met, in a restaurant dripping with wealth—crystal chandeliers, gold-trimmed plates, the works. Guilt lingered, but the thrill of Eric’s gaze overpowered it.

“You into music?” he asked, slicing into a piece of Wagyu steak, his movements graceful yet predatory.

“Y-Yes, I love music,” I stammered, my cheeks burning under his stare. I tried to hide my nerves, but his eyes—God, they unraveled me. “My favorite’s Drake. You know him?”

He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ve heard his stuff. He’s good.” His gaze locked onto mine, and I swore my heart stopped. Maintaining eye contact felt impossible, like staring into the sun.

“Want to hear a story?” I asked, forcing a chuckle to break the tension.

“Go for it,” he said, leaning back with a grin.

“So, me and my best friend Emma were obsessed with getting to Drake’s concert. We dumped our rent money into this sketchy Ponzi scheme, and it crashed. I moved in with Franklin, and Emma… well, she met this guy through him. I think they’re together now.” I popped a piece of steak into my mouth, savoring the richness as I rambled.

Eric’s eyes glinted with amusement. “The things we do for passion.” He paused, then added with a teasing smirk, “At least you got a romantic out of it, right?”

We finished our meal, and he paid with a casual wave of his card, like the bill was pocket change. “I’ve got another spot in mind,” he said, leading me to his sleek black Porsche. The leather seats hugged my body as we sped through the city, his hand grazing my thigh. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, my core tightening with want. I needed him, badly-and the way his fingers lingered told me he knew it.

He pulled over beside an abandoned lab, its crumbling eerie even in the evening. But in no time, our lips crashed, hungry and demanding. We tore at each other’s clothes, stumbling into the backseat. His kisses trailed down my neck, igniting sparks across my skin. He tugged my underwear aside, and then he was inside me, each thrust stealing my breath. I clung to him, lost in lust, my hands circling his broad back.

His lips brushed mine, and then, a whisper “You poor girl.” His eyes gleamed, and I froze as his teeth elongated into fangs. Pain seared my neck as he bit down, sucking the life from me. Darkness swallowed me whole.

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I woke, my wrists bound to a cold metal pole, my vision blurry. Flasks and beakers cluttered a nearby table, their glass glinting dully in the dim light. I was in the lab, I realized, the one Eric had parked beside. My heart pounded as I spotted him across the room, phone pressed to his ear.

“A simple trade. You for your best friend,” he said, his voice dripping with menace.

Emma? My stomach lurched.

Eric ended the call and sauntered over, squatting to meet my gaze. His cruel grin mocked my naivety as he lifted my chin. “Looks like Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

Tears stung my eyes. “I can’t wait to see your boyfriend’s face when I tell him how good you were,” he taunted, his gaze lingering on my lips, his fangs barely visible.

“What are you?” I choked out, fear strangling my voice. “What do you want from me?”

He smirked, standing. “So many questions.” He paced, his boots clicking on the concrete floor. “I want my brother to know what it’s like to feel helpless when I rip Emma’s heart out in front of him. He won’t let her come alone, Sebastian’s already scheming, I bet.”

He grabbed a roll of duct tape, tearing off a strip. “What I want from you is silence.” The tape sealed my mouth, muffling my protests. “Sit tight and enjoy the show,” he said, then vanished with inhuman speed that caught me off guard, leaving me alone in the cold, sterile room.