Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 31

Evan

I glare at the chains with a sigh.

How am I supposed to get out of here when these things block my magic abilities?

Is there anything I could use to escape with?

I let my eyes roam around the basement where I'm being kept. I can't believe Stella tricked me, of all people. How could she do that to me? She seemed so sincere when she kissed me, touched me... Was it all a bunch of lies?

'We, the voices of darkness, don't think the werewolf girl was faking how she felt for you.'

I roll my eyes. "I'm not really feeling like speaking to the darkness right now... And since when do you care about romance and s**t? You aren't even a person."

'We used to be vampires... Before we died. And we think the romance you got going on with the werewolf girl is intriguing!

"Whatever. Leave me the f**k alone. There is no use spreading salt in my wounds... I'm stuck here while Stella is playing house with that disgusting alpha werewolf."

'But we could help you break free. We are already so close to being entirely one with each other.'

"You were never entirely one with my father, yet I don't remember him telling me that you guys bothered him this much..."

'He wasn't strong enough to become one with us, but you are Evan. We want to merge with you. It would make you the strongest vampire currently alive in this realm. You are a lot like Dracula, and you would become precisely as strong!' "But I would live forever and not age. The price is too high, and I would die alone. Or never die at all... And just be alone."

The darkness is quiet before whispering inside my head. 'Is living forever truly a curse? Think about it for a while. You would get to see the world change and experience every day that is to come!'

"I don't want that fate..."

'Alright.

I'm left alone once more. Those snickering voices no longer haunt me, and I scowl at my situation. I've never been in love before. I was hardcore and brutal, and now... My heart is broken.

I'm such a wuss and an i***t for falling in love with a werewolf. Stella played me like a deck of cards.

And even if she did, I'm still thinking about how f*****g good she smells. Like flowers, shampoo, and total innocence. She could be sold as a bottled-up fragrance.

My sweet, sweet Stella...

She does have a backbone, though, but once I kiss her? Damn, her heartbeat becomes the loudest sound in the world.

Stella was mine, for a moment at least. It makes me angry, thinking that Raphael might be touching her now, kissing her.

I repress a growl and imagine Raphael's face bloodied and bruised.

I want to keep punching his face until he no longer breathes. Stella would hate me then, but the jealousy inside me is intense. No matter her crimes, I still want Stella-I'm not even against taking her by force. I just want.

Need.

Yearn.

Finally, no longer able to hold back, I growl in a fury and pull at the chains. It's been an hour already. What if that alpha tries to mate with Stella tonight?

I won't allow it!

I was her first, and I intend on being her f*****g last.

The darkness is back, snickering. 'You need help? We could lend you strength for this... You just have to merge even more with us... A little more wouldn't hurt, right?'

I swallow thickly. "What happens if I merge further?"

'You would probably change very little...

The darkness can't tell lies, so I press the subject further.

"Is that so?"

'Maybe become a bit angrier at life... It seems the darkness has that effect on you. You care little for others!

"Because there is only one person who f*****g matters, but she... Stella saved my life, and then... f**k, I'm so confused."

'How about we bring you to a bar to cool off? The werewolves are going to attack your father and the mansion tonight. But Stella is at a bar far away from town with Raphael.' Anger rises in my chest. "Are they on a date?"

'How about we take you there? Merge with us a little more, and we shall grant you enough strength to teleport there.'

My irritation is keeping me from thinking straight. So here I am, about to make a deal with the devil.

"Alright."

I feel a power surge through me, and the rest is history. The chains disappear, and soon I'm in a different town.

There are plenty of cars parked outside some shitty place in the forest. Everyone is driving old-school cars, reminding me of the one I keep home in the garage.

The door jiggles to the bar, and a couple steps up, smiling at each other. Are they even legal? The man is holding a can of beer, and the woman can barely stand as they make it to their car. Have fun dying while driving drunk, losers.

I enter through the door and let my eyes roam around the bar. The floor is wooden, music from the 90ies is playing, and everyone seems to be having fun playing pool or dancing. My shoulders slump a little in relaxation.

I sit by the bar and order a beer while glancing around, freezing when I spot the person I'm searching for.

Stella is standing further away, wearing that sexy green dress from earlier that hugs all of her curves. Her breasts are spilling out, which her partner for the evening hasn't missed. Raphael's eyes are glued to them.

"Hello stranger, do you come here often?"

My eyes narrow when some brunette woman squeezes my bicep and blushes when she can't dent the muscle.

"Oh my, you're a big guy-"

I raise my hand to silence her.

"I don't have time for this." I cut her off.

She looks bewildered. "Did you just diss me? You haven't even taken a look at me or given me a chance-"

"Shh!" Can a woman get more annoying?! "Shut the f**k up, or get lost, okay? I don't have time for you."

The woman seems insulted. She even glares daggers at me. "That's so rude!"

Brunette pulls out her phone to text someone before leaving me-I don't know. I don't care.

I watch, transfixed, as Stella talks to Raphael, who got her pushed into the wall. Isn't he a bit too close right now?

Stella looks uncomfortable but is trying to play nice. There is just enough light for me to see her mouth form a smile. Raphael says something, and her lips form the words, "You're too close." f*****g hell.

Stella tries to sidestep around him.

He doesn't let her and pins her to the wall with his chest.

That stupid mutt of an alpha.

I crack my shoulders and spin on my heels.

Murder in my gaze.

My arms drop to my sides, and I crack my knuckles.

I move through the crowd with ease.

I'm a pretty tall and intimidating guy and take pride in it. People get the f**k out of my way.

"A little kiss wouldn't hurt," Raphael says, blocking her attempt at a retreat once more. His muscular arms are braces on the wall above her head, and his body looms over her.

As I lower my eyes, I see Stella balling her hands into fists. But then she unclenches those fingers, too scared to act.

Raphael grabs her chin, lowering his head.

What the hell?

I've had enough of this-Raphael is a dead man walking.

I storm towards the couple, eyes fixated on Stella.

It takes me a few steps to reach her and ten seconds to place my hand on Raphael's shoulder and pull him away from her.

Relief fills Stella's face, comfort, and I swear I grow taller. My chest swells, and my lips form a smirk when Raphael's eyes widen. "B-but you should be captured!"

Ignoring him, I glance down at Stella. "Is this alpha bothering you, Stella? Because he is kind of bothering me too."

Stella part her lips.

I can't read her face. There is some relief but also confusion and fear as if she doesn't know what my next move might be.

f**k, does she like this guy?!

I look her dead in the eyes, and she inhales.

I'm much taller than Stella and notice her taking a step back. Is she afraid of me or something?

Do I frighten her?

Maybe she did backstab me earlier...

Her lips part to speak. "Please, don't kill Raphael."

Holy shit.

If those words aren't pure betrayal, then I don't know what is. Raphael tried to rape Stella, and she doesn't want me to hurt him? Is she joking around or something?! "Are you serious?" I dare her.

Scarlett can't find the words, and Raphael looks me up and down with a delighted smile taking his lips. I want to punch him so bad that my fingers are itching. It's what he deserves.

"I don't want you to kill Raphael because... Because he is my mate."

Disappointment fills my chest.

So Raphael was the face that Stella saw-

"But so are you," Stella lifts her eyes to mine. "I have two."

What the f**k is that supposed to mean?

Is Stella joking with me?

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. Stella's determined expression says she isn't kidding, but I'm not sharing her!