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Ethan always felt a certain coldness from Nora, a distance he could never quite close. Sometimes, he doubted if she ever truly loved him. And there was something darker gnawing at him—a secret craving he couldn’t escape. He was addicted to drinking raw blood. Never human—at least not yet. But he knew if the moment came, it wouldn’t surprise him.
One night during patrol, Ethan came across two thugs groping a woman in a dimly lit alley. Instinct took over. He stepped out of his vehicle, hand resting on his gun.
"Let her go," he ordered, voice calm but threatening. "I’ve got a weapon, and I won’t hesitate to use it."
The woman struggled, her voice caught in her throat, her eyes pleading for help.
"You think we're scared of you, officer?" one of the men sneered, pulling out his own gun. The other thug followed suit.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Ethan's superhuman speed kicked in, and in a blur of movement, the fight was over before they even realized it had begun. One of the thugs collapsed, bleeding heavily. The scent of fresh blood hit Ethan like a tidal wave. He felt his pulse quicken, his hunger waking up—the raw, primal urge that he barely kept at bay.
He lost control.
In an instant, he was on the injured man, his fangs sinking into the warm flesh, drinking deep until the man's body went limp. The other thug had already run for his life, leaving the woman alone with the scene unfolding before her eyes.
"What the—" the girl gasped, her voice trembling, "Are you- a vampire?"
Ethan froze, realizing what he’d just done. He turned slowly to face her, expecting to see fear or horror in her eyes. But instead, there was neither. She wasn’t scared. Not in the slightest. If anything, she seemed- intrigued.
"I'm Ava," she said, stepping forward with a smile, offering her hand like she hadn’t just witnessed a murder. "Thank you for saving me, Officer-?"
"Ethan. Ethan Kings," he muttered, still trying to make sense of her calm demeanor. "Listen, can you just- never speak of this?"
"I won’t," she said softly, with a little nod, her smile almost childlike. "I promise."
She was beautiful, with soft, gentle features that felt like a breath of fresh air compared to Nora’s sharp, almost intimidating presence.
"Let me take you home, Ava," Ethan said, his voice softening for the first time that night. It was strange, but there was something about her that made him relax, as if the weight of his guilt momentarily lifted.
"I’d like that," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I love the way you say my name."
He pretended not to notice the playful wink she shot at him. As they drove through the quiet streets, Ava talked non-stop, her voice light and full of energy. She was a chatterbox, and Ethan found himself actually enjoying the conversation. It was a welcome distraction from the chaos in his head.
When they finally pulled up to her home—a large, elegant mansion—she scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Text me, will you?" she teased, leaning in with a mischievous smile. "I might need saving again, Officer."
"We’ll see," he said, trying to keep his tone casual, though he couldn’t help but notice how close she was.
Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him. It was quick, fleeting, but enough to leave him stunned. And he didn’t pull away.
When he finally returned home, guilt flooded him. Nora was already asleep, lying peacefully beside him, completely unaware of what had just transpired. He stared at her, feeling the weight of the night settle in. Ava’s warmth lingered in his thoughts, and it sickened him.
“This is wrong,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from Nora’s face and gently kissing her lips. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t betray her—not again.
The next morning, Ethan made breakfast for Nora. She looked at him, astonished.
“Babe?” she asked, smiling in surprise. “It’s not my birthday, and it’s definitely not our anniversary. What’s going on?”
"Just wanted to do something for us," Ethan said, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her with a fierce tenderness. "Can’t I?"
Nora’s eyes lingered on him all through breakfast. She wasn’t stupid—she could sense the change. Something was off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
Days passed, and though Nora tried to figure out what had shifted, she couldn’t find anything suspicious. But in her mind, she believed Ethan was finally falling for her.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Ethan met Ava again. And this time, she wasn’t going to let him slip away.
"You never texted me," she said, her tone laced with mock hurt.
Ethan avoided her eyes. "Do I even know you?" he asked, trying to sound indifferent.
Ava grinned. "Of course you do. You’re my Mr. Vampire."
Ethan’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his car, shutting the door with a slam.
"I told you never to bring that up again," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Ava giggled, completely unfazed. "Oops. My bad." She leaned back in her seat, her lips curving into a smirk. "Why didn’t you text me?"
"I have a girlfriend," Ethan stated firmly, trying to keep the conversation under control.
Ava’s smile faltered, disappointment flickering in her eyes. "Does she know you’re a vampire?"
"No," Ethan admitted, his voice tinged with bitterness. "And I don’t plan to tell her."
"If she really loves you, she wouldn’t care," Ava said softly, her words sinking into him. Ethan doubted Nora would ever accept that part of him—hell, he wasn’t even sure she truly loved him.
"Do you love her?" Ava pressed, studying his face.
Ethan hesitated, the uncertainty weighing heavily on him. "I don’t know," he confessed. "She’s beautiful, but- there’s always been something off between us. It doesn’t feel right."
Before he could say anything more, Ava kissed him. This time, he didn’t resist. He kissed her back, feeling a rush of emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time. Butterflies erupted in his chest, and for the first time in a while, something felt right.
But then, reality hit him.
"This is wrong, Ava," he murmured, pulling away.
"It’s not wrong if you don’t love her," Ava whispered, taking his hand and placing it over her heart, where he could feel it pounding beneath her skin.
Ethan was torn. Caught between what was right and what he truly wanted.
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