Taming A Vampire

Prologue

The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and cheap beer. The music pulsed through my body, a relentless beat that echoed the frantic rhythm of my heart. It was my best friend, Maya's, birthday, and we were celebrating in a club, surrounded by a sea of dancing bodies.

"Girl, relax ka lang. May makikita ka rin dyan," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. She was already swaying to the beat, her eyes scanning the crowd.

I sighed. I knew she meant well, but I was starting to feel hopeless. I've been single for so long, I was starting to think I was cursed. All my dates ended in disaster, leaving me feeling more alone than ever.

Suddenly, a cold hand touched my shoulder. I jumped, startled, and turned to face the person who had touched me.

He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark, tousled hair. His features were sharp and handsome, but his expression was cold and distant. He was wearing a black leather jacket, his clothes impeccably tailored. He looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice a low, velvety rumble. "Do you know where I can find the bar?"

I blinked, surprised. He looked like the kind of guy who wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this.

"Uh, yeah. It's just over there," I pointed towards the bar, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension.

He nodded curtly and turned to leave, but then he paused and looked back at me.

"Thank you," he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something about him that was both alluring and unsettling. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just met someone dangerous.

"No problem," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.

He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I watched him go, feeling a strange sense of unease.

I didn't know why, but I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I was going to see him again.

And I was right.

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The next day, I was walking home from work when I saw him again. He was standing in front of a building, his back to me. He was wearing the same black leather jacket, and his hair was still tousled.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should say something. But then I decided to go for it.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "Are you the guy from the club last night?"

He turned around slowly, his blue eyes meeting mine.

"You remember me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I nodded, feeling my heart race.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be intrusive. But I just wanted to say, you're really..." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish my sentence.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

"Really what?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I felt a wave of heat wash over me. I had never felt so nervous in my life.

"Really... handsome," I finally managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes still fixed on me. "I'm Xavier."

"I'm Alianna," I replied, my voice barely audible.

"Nice to meet you, Alianna," he said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll see you around."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling like I had just been struck by lightning.

I didn't know what it was about him, but I was completely captivated. He was dangerous, mysterious, and utterly irresistible.

I knew that I was in over my head, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

And I had no idea what was going to happen next.