Dark Allure

The Confession

I lounged back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass before taking a sip of the whiskey. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth that spread through my body.

"So, you're really a vampire?" Ava asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

I smirked, setting my glass down on the table. "Yes, Ava, I am. I've been for three weeks. It's not as glamorous as they make it out to be in the movies, I assure you."

Christian leaned forward, curiosity shining in his eyes. "How did you become a vampire? Were you bitten or did you make a deal with some dark forces?"

My smirk fell, a hint of melancholy. "I was turned by a vampire. The night I saw you in the club, I was kidnapped. Three days later he turned me. Then I killed him and escaped."

Stan raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. "And do you regret becoming a vampire?"

I took another sip of whiskey, the bitterness cutting through my sadness. "It's a double-edged sword, my friends. Immortality comes with a price. But there's also beauty in it, in the knowledge that I will never truly die."

Alberta shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "It sounds like a lonely existence."

I nodded. "Probably" Feeling my mind starting to spin from the alcohol, I rubbed my eyes. 

"Wow." Ava commented, her hands shaking. "This is a lot to take in." I ignored it when Christian rubbed her hand soothingly, but when he kissed her palm.

I lost it.

Without thinking, I lunged at Christian, my nails bared like claws ready to strike. I was a whirlwind of motion, a force of nature unleashed. But before I could reach him, strong arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me back. It was Stan.

"Rose, calm down!" he shouted, trying to restrain me as I thrashed and fought against him. "You can't do this!"

I was consumed by a blind fury, a fire burning in my chest that threatened to consume me. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free from Stan's grasp, but he held me tightly, his grip unyielding.

Alberta joined Stan in trying to subdue me, her own strength matched by his. Together, they managed to hold me back, their combined efforts enough to keep me from reaching Christian. But I was a force to be reckoned with, and I continued to struggle against them, my anger and vampire strength like a storm raging inside me.

"Let me go! Let me at him!" I shrieked, my voice hoarse with fury. 

"Rose, please, listen to me," Alberta implored, her voice gentle but firm. "There must be some misunderstanding.  You have to calm down and talk to him."

 I was blinded by my rage, my mind clouded by the image of Christian and Ava holding hands. 

As Stan and Alberta struggled to restrain me, Christian and Ava approached, their faces a mask of shock and confusion. Christian's eyes widened in surprise as he saw my furious expression, his own features contorting with a mix of disappointment and disbelief.

"Rose, what's going on?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger. "Why are you acting like this? What happened?"

My eyes blazed with fury as I stared at him, my chest heaving with emotion. "You know damn well what happened, Christian," I spat, my voice dripping with venom. "I saw you and Ava holding hands."

Christian's expression shifted from confusion to realization, his eyes widening in shock. "Rose, it's not what you think," he started, but I cut him off with a fierce glare.

"Don't you dare try to explain yourself," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. "I hate you."

Christian's face paled at her words, the color draining from his cheeks. He looked as though he had been struck a physical blow, his features contorted with pain and regret. "Rose, please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice desperate.

I struggled against Stan and Alberta's firm grip, trying to break free from their grasp and attack Christian once more. But they held me back, their strength matched only by my fury.

"Rose, listen to me," Christian implored, his voice tinged with desperation. "Ava and I...we have something. Something special."

Finally, with a final surge of strength, I broke free from their grasp and lunged at Christian once more. But before I could reach him, a strong arm wrapped around my waist once more and pulled me back. It was Stan, again.

"Rose, stop!" he shouted, his voice commanding. "This won't solve anything. You have to listen to Christian. You have to give him a chance to explain."

My chest heaved with exhaustion as I stared at Christian, my eyes filled with promise and confusion. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to trust him, but the image of him and Ava holding hands was seared into my mind like a brand.

Christian approached me slowly, his hands held out in a gesture of peace. "Rose, please, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice gentle and sincere. "I would never do anything to hurt her."

My anger slowly dissipating as I looked into his eyes. I saw the truth in them, the sincerity even in the midst of this chaos. I took a shaky breath and nodded, my resolve wavering.

"Okay, Christian," I snapped. "But one complain from her, and I'll kill you." Turning from them, I left the room.

But not before grabbing the bottle of whiskey.