Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 10

Evan

My father is one of the vampire kings, and when he raised me, he told me a vampire's greatest weakness is to trust another person. Friendships are for fools.

Love is forbidden.

And we only choose our mate based on the power it will give us.

That is a vampire's life, according to my father.

I had a messed up childhood...

"Kill, or be killed, Evan. That is the rule if you wish to survive in this ugly world," my father said when he snapped a woman's neck with his bare hands. I was only nine years old, and he smiled at me and added this sentence. "As a vampire, you can't let yourself feel, or those emotions will consume you and destroy your sense of logic. You're a murderer-all vampires are, and it's time you started feeding off humans."

My father then nodded at me to drink from the woman's neck. She had been our hired nanny. Tears streamed down my face as blood trickled down onto the floor.

I was terrified by the scene and whimpered, "But... I don't want to drink blood from our nanny! Her name was Fanny... And I liked her!" which earned me a slap from my father.

He wouldn't hear it and brought Fanny's dead body to my lips. I tried to look away, but when the bloodthirst washed over me, I couldn't stop feeding on Fanny.

My father said, "That's it," and looked proud of me, while I developed a hatred for who and what I am.

I hate myself.

Vampires are monsters, and I started acting like one with time too. What is the point of being a good person? I was born a pureblooded vampire, which means I'm basically the devil. "Do you think Evan will notice if I snap a picture of him?"

"I don't know... But let's do it anyway!"

"Yeah, do it now. Evan isn't looking!"

"I'm doing it!"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. There is a trio of girls watching me from the bottom of the auditorium. I let them take a picture of me without giving them the time of day. Snapping isn't worth it. Our teacher is talking about something irrelevant, and I just want to be left the f**k alone.

It's better to be quiet to not draw more attention.

My arms fold on the table to form a place to sleep, but I can't get over this feeling that someone is watching me. I lift my chin and try not to smirk when I catch the new alpha glaring daggers at me. Alpha Raphael.

How typical that we are in the same class. Does Raphael even like marine biology, or did he pick it to spy on me? I know he wishes to defeat my father and take back this city from the vampires.

Oh, and let's not forget that Raphael wishes to save Stella from Ashley's clutches. The alpha claims that she is his mate. It might be true, and envy bubbles up within me even though it shouldn't be my business. Stella, the silver werewolf.

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

She is a werewolf, and our species don't mix and match. I shouldn't be drawn to her, but I swear the woman is a magnet. Stella pulls, and I follow. She is the flame, and I'm the moth. Sighing, I pick up my phone and type her a message.

Me: Your boyfriend is in my class. Alpha Raphael. He is currently busy glaring daggers at me.

It doesn't take long for Stella to answer my message. And holy shit-am I whipped or what? There is a smile on my face, and it's totally out of character.

I never show emotions. I'm too f****d up in the head for that.

Stella: He is not my boyfriend!

Stella: And why are you texting me?

Good question. Why am I texting Stella? I shouldn't be interacting with her at all. When she turns twenty and finds out that Raphael is her mate, I will be left in the dust.

Not to mention the fact that we are enemies.

Me: Bored.

Stella: I see...

I'm unsure what else to write, so I leave my phone on the table. I expect our conversation to die. The boring lesson continues, but strangely enough, Stella sends me another message. Stella: Thank you for today... With Ashley.

My lips curl, and my chest has this warm, strange feeling. I'm definitely not acting like myself. Am I getting a fever?

f**k.

I shouldn't care about this damn mutt. I've known Stella for like five minutes, and my head is already thinking up ways to save her from Ashley's family.

My father definitely wouldn't support me in deciding that Stella shouldn't be enslaved anymore. He would try to kill us both. Me for treason, and Stella because she is a silver wolf, yet here I am, entertaining the idea of running away with her. What the f**k is wrong with me?

GAH!

Am I losing my goddamn mind?

I rake my fingers through my hair, and relief fills my chest when the lesson is finally over. People are leaving through the door, including our teacher.

But not alpha Raphael. The blonde Thor glares at me, causing me to roll my eyes in irritation.

"If you want something, say it, princess," I smirk at Raphael. "And yes, I'm speaking to you, the one with pretty blonde hair and eyelashes to die for. Are you really a man? If you are, then my dreams are crushed. You're totally my type." Raphael opens and closes his mouth. Those sullen eyes narrow on mine, but I'm not scared of him.

I'm jealous of the damn guy, which gives wake to inner sarcasm that I didn't know I possessed. My personality is usually silent and brooding, but something about Raphael rustles my feathers.

"My pack members described you as a silent psychopath who murders people for touching him. But it seems they were wrong. You're the annoying sarcastic type."

I breathe a laugh. "Oh, your pack members weren't wrong..."

There is a reason behind my phobia of people touching me.

When my father brought me humans to eat as a child, I tried to fight my bloodthirst. But all of these people would try to touch me and plead for their lives. "Please, please don't eat me, Evan," some victims said while touching my cheek. "You know me. I'm your friend."

Unfortunately, their begging never helped them. Because approaching a vampire who can't control their bloodthirst yet when you're bleeding is a terrible idea.

I killed each one of those humans.

And sometimes, I suffer traumatizing memories from that time when people unexpectedly touch me.

"Regardless of your personality, I don't plan on making friends with you or your kind," Raphael glares at me. He has really pouty lips. "But you have something which is mine, and since you have refused to hand her over, there will be a war in the future." "Are you talking about Stella?" I ask.

Raphael growls at me. "Don't you dare say her name so easily, you filthy bloodsucker! She is my mate, and you and your kind are sick for having enslaved her! You're a f*****g bastard!"

My eyebrows lift when Raphael storms toward me with murder in his gaze. He appears ready to fight, so I stand up from my seat. I'm taller than him, which gives me sick satisfaction.

"Filthy bloodsucker? f*****g bastard?" I question. "At the moment, you don't have the numbers to challenge my clan. So I would be careful with how you word yourself. I could snap your neck." Raphael's face pales, and he suddenly backs up from me. It makes me tilt my head and smile innocently. Werewolves draw strength from the numbers. They are pack animals. But vampires?

We might have clans, but we can operate alone.

And right now, it's clear that I'm stronger than alpha Raphael. I can sense it from the aura surrounding him.

"I will soon have the needed numbers to defeat you," Raphael's words hold a promise and a warning. "And then your entire pack will be destroyed and buried."

I study him with narrowed eyes. "Didn't you agree to a truce with my father? Nobody attacks, and both your pack and our clan are allowed to live in the same city?"

Raphael grins. "Yes, of course. How could I have forgotten? Just pretend I didn't say anything. I was merely joking around."

I lift an eyebrow when Raphael spins on his heels and disappears down the stairs. It would be stupid to trust him.

The way Raphael said he would soon have the numbers makes it evident that he is dangerous. He will probably attack in the future.

Dread settled like lead in my stomach.

Should I warn my father?

f**k, he probably wouldn't even believe me. My father takes oaths and promises seriously. There is no reason for him to distrust Raphael's word, but I don't trust that alpha. Raphael is out for blood.