My vampire (jennifer salazar and matteo riddle)

Part 9

As Matteo entered the Great Hall, i felt a knot tighten in her stomach. I couldn't ignore the tension that filled the air whenever he was near. s he sat down beside her, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

" where've you been?" Matteo inquired casually, his hand drifting to her thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"I was at the sleepover," Jennifer replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Matteo's gaze lingered on her, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Oh? How was it?" he said that like nothing happened 

"It was... fine," Jennifer replied, avoiding his gaze.

Their conversation was strained, and Jennifer could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on them, their stares filled with thinly veiled hostility. It was clear that her friends didn't trust Matteo, and Jennifer couldn't blame them. After all, she knew firsthand the darkness that lurked beneath his charming facade.

As Dumbledore called me onto the stage to welcome someone important, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Standing beside him, I tried to maintain my composure, but my mind raced with apprehension.

Then, Dumbledore uttered the name "Layla Everdeen," and my heart skipped a beat. Layla, the princess of Everdinia, and I were no strangers. Our kingdoms had been locked in a bitter rivalry for generations, and Layla herself had made numerous attempts on my life.

With memories of her past schemes flooding my mind, I couldn't help but reach into my pocket and grip the small knife I always kept close. It was a silent reminder of the dangers I faced, especially when Layla was involved.

As Layla stepped forward onto the stage, a chill ran down my spine. Before I could react, I felt the cold edge of a blade press against my neck. Instinctively, my hand tightened around the knife in my pocket, ready to defend myself.

Turning slowly, I found Layla standing before me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and determination. With practiced precision, she held a knife to my throat, mirroring my own actions.

In a swift and decisive move, I lashed out with a powerful kick, catching Layla off guard and knocking her off balance. As she stumbled backward, her guard lunged forward, intent on subduing me.

Refusing to be taken down without a fight, I acted on instinct, drawing upon every ounce of my training and determination. With deadly accuracy, I hurled a knife directly at the guard's head, a silent testament to my resolve.

The blade found its mark with chilling precision, sinking deep into the guard's skull. In an instant, he crumpled to the ground, lifeless and motionless, a pool of blood spreading beneath him.

The gravity of the moment hung heavy in the air as the reality of what had just transpired sunk in. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding us, I stood my ground, my eyes fixed on Layla, a silent warning of the consequences of crossing me.

With the threat neutralized, I turned my attention back to Layla, steeling myself for whatever came next. In the dangerous game of power and deception, there were no allies, only adversaries, and I was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

Amidst the tension and shock that gripped the Great Hall, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. As Layla Everdeen stood before me, her failed attempt to intimidate me evident in her trembling grip on the knife, I couldn't suppress a scoff of amusement.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I gazed into Layla's eyes, the glint of defiance mirrored in my own. "Nice try," I remarked, my voice laced with a hint of mockery. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't resist the urge to taunt my would-be assailant, to assert my dominance in the face of danger.