Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 32: Wrong formula

Ian and Greta are here, get to William's office right now.

Thomas's text sent jolts of panic through my body and not just because it was the tenth text he sent today, demanding my presence. Perhaps I fell into my old habit of ignoring things again, but I simply couldn't face any of them.

When did everything get so screwed up?

For a moment there, we were all fine. Sheila and William were happily dating, or courting, I kept my unresolved feelings for Ian tucked safely under the blanket of denial and Caiden wasn't dating stupid Angie, who turned out to be better for his mental health than I ever could.

And now, everything threatened to fall apart.

Now, the cult vampires wanted Ian to join them? Caiden was in a happy relationship and Sheila explicitly said hanging out with me wasn't beneficial to her overall well-being.

Perhaps I was too toxic for people around me.

But I could still make things right. My glance fell to the injection of salvia divinorum, one of the few I had left. It would have to be enough for all of us to develop some sort of immunity. Now that the cult vampire died due to the unfortunate oversight on our part, we knew we had to drink blood while injecting the poison.

My Starbucks cup filled with blood would be my best friend while I went through this shit.

With shaky hands, I took the injection, the tip leaned against the skin of my shoulder. The cult vampire was supposed to be our guinea pig, but that experiment failed.

And I was the scientist behind this insane idea, so why shouldn't I be the first to try it out?

The needle pierced through my skin, causing slight, quick burning, but nothing more. Everything remained the same, except for the panic that tingled my nerves.

I'll be there. I answered Thomas and took a sip of my trusty Starbucks.

Now, with a little something that took the edge off, I was able to face them.

As I walked out of the lab, my fear exponentially grew. Every step felt heavier than the last. I wasn't merely afraid of the cult vampire.

When Ian left, he said he was seriously thinking of getting back with Greta. They spent almost two weeks together, trying to find vampires who might want to help us in our fight. A lot could happen in two weeks.

As terrified as I was of admitting it, there was truly no point in running away from it anymore.

I felt something for him. And I didn't want him to get back together with that perfect bitch.

Which made me terribly selfish.

I grabbed the handle of the office door and pushed it open.

Thomas sat in William's chair, his head in his palms. William paced back and forth, a scarily nervous expression on his face. And he was still in his purple yoga tights. Greta rested in the leather armchair, her long legs crossed, her thighs peeking through the elegant, black halter dress.

She pushed her dark, voluptuous hair over her shoulder and looked over me. Concern lingered in her green eyes and a part of me hated her for it. If I were her, I'd be petty. But she wasn't petty, she was a grown woman, with enough class for the both of us.

The door behind the bookshelf was open, revealing neon lightning coming through. I took in a sharp breath as Ian exited the weapon dungeon. My heart fluttered with the need to comfort him the moment I glanced at his paler than usual face. He hasn't had any blood in a while. The strands of his light brown hair fell over his eyes, making him look a bit unhinged and chaotic.