His Eternal Destiny

CHAPTER 4

"Is it even possible that I awakened him?" y/n thought, her heart racing at the possibility. "That can't be true, right?" But the doubts gnawed at her. What if the ancient texts she had studied, the warnings she had dismissed as mere myths, had been real all along?

She felt a pang of isolation, knowing that her reality had been irrevocably altered. How could she explain what had happened? Who would believe her? 

"What if...what if I did awaken him?" The question haunted her, heavy with implications. She had unleashed a force beyond her comprehension, and the consequences were now unavoidable.

Meanwhile, Y/N's unease deepened. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of a presence lingering just beyond her perception. The sense of dread grew with each passing day, as if a shadow had fallen over her life since that stormy night in the castle.

Y/N sat at her desk in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of her laptop casting a pool of light onto her assignment papers. It was evening, and outside, the sky had turned a deep shade of indigo as night began to settle in. Rain tapped against the windowpane, a rhythmic accompaniment to her focused typing. As she concentrated on her work, a chill suddenly ran down her spine, causing the hair on her arms to stand on end. Goosebumps prickled her skin, an instinctive response that something was amiss. With a growing sense of unease, she turned slowly in her chair.

There, sitting casually on her neatly made bed, was the figure she had awakened in the castle crypt. His presence filled the room with an eerie intensity, his eyes glowing red in the dim light. He sat there manspreading , his form imposing even in the mundane setting of her bedroom.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance—tall and dark, with an unsettling aura of power and ancient knowledge. His features were striking, chiseled as if sculpted from marble, and yet there was an undeniable allure to his presence that she found both captivating and unnerving.

Despite the danger he exuded, there was an undeniable magnetism about him. His eyes, glowing with an otherworldly intensity, held depths of mystery and centuries of experience. His lips, slightly curved in a knowing smile, hinted at a charm that transcended time.

As she struggled to reconcile her fear with the inexplicable attraction she felt, Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable truth: he was incredibly handsome in a way that surpassed human standards. A part of her mind screamed at the irrationality of finding someone so dangerous attractive, but another part was drawn to him despite the looming danger. His presence exerted a magnetic pull that she found difficult to resist, like a diver drawn to the depths of an unexplored ocean. It was as if his existence defied the boundaries of mortal understanding, leaving her both fascinated and fearful of what he represented.

Y/N's voice trembled as she gathered the courage to speak. "Why are you here?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his intense gaze.

He regarded her with a mix of curiosity and something deeper, his expression unreadable yet strangely captivating. "I am here for you, my human," he replied, his voice resonating with a velvety smoothness that sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's voice quivered slightly as she gathered the courage to ask, her eyes locked onto his intense gaze. "Did I awaken you?" she inquired, her tone a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

He leaned back slightly, his piercing gaze never leaving hers. "It seems like you remember everything," he stated, his voice carrying a mixture of intrigue and observation.

Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and urgency as she pleaded, "Please, just leave me."

He regarded her with a steady gaze, his expression unyielding yet tinged with a hint of amusement. "I didn't awaken from my years of slumber," he began slowly, his voice carrying a weight of ancient wisdom, "to leave you just like that." His words echoed in the room, hanging heavy in the air like a premonition. "I'm obsessed with you, MY ESTRELLA"

ESTRELLA?

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at the raw honesty of his declaration. The weight of his obsession with her, a mere human entangled in the complexities of his immortal existence, sent a chill down her spine. Before she could do anything ,he held her neck.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she felt his strong grip on her neck, his touch both firm and unnervingly gentle. Fear and adrenaline surged through her veins as she struggled to process the situation unfolding before her.

"I'm starving for you," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his words resonating with an intensity that made her tremble.

Instinctively, she placed her hand on his chest, pushing against him in a futile attempt to create distance. Her palms felt the solid, cold surface of his ancient body, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his touch.

"Not so soon, my lady," he murmured, his tone almost playful despite the gravity of his words.

Her mind raced with fear and confusion, her thoughts clouded by the realization of his true nature. She had awoken a creature of darkness, a predator whose hunger now fixated on her. The emergence of his fangs sent a chill of terror through her, their sharp tips glistening in the dim light of the room. Y/N's breath caught as his fangs brushed against her skin, sending an electric shock through her entire body. The sensation was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating, a mix of fear and a primal allure that she couldn't fully comprehend. she tried to control her moans.
"Don't control your melodious sounds. I love to hear it"

He sunk his teeth into her  flesh, feeling his fangs pierce through her skin. This time too harsh which caused heavy pain and the blood oozed out. A rush of pain surged through her as he tasted blood, a metallic tang filling his mouth.
"your blood taste amazing darling! i wish i could taste it everyday"

With a forceful shove, she managed to push him away. The vampire, momentarily stunned by her sudden resistance, released his hold on her neck and stumbled backward. Blood trickled from the wound, mingling with the rain-soaked air of the room. He swiftly seized her wrists in an iron grip, his strength overpowering her attempts to break free. She struggled against his hold, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and adrenaline as she felt his cold, unyielding grasp. Before she could process anything further he throwed her in the bed and hovered above her.