The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV

There was silent footsteps.

I turned around on my bed, and it stopped for a moment, and then continued.

I woke up with a jolt, my senses screaming before my brain even had a chance to catch up. The room was dark and silent as I expected, but I knew I wasn’t alone. I could feel it—like a prickling on my skin, that made the hair on my back stand up. I had never whoever it was. And now that I was sitting up, the person had stopped moving.

Instinctively, my hand reached out for Ian, but the bed beside me was empty. He’s in his room, I remembered, a sudden rush of unease washing over me. He had left earlier, and promised to return to my room by morning.

The silence stretched out, thickening the darkness around me, and for a moment, I thought maybe I was just being paranoid. But then, there it was again. That feeling. Someone—or something—was here.

I held my breath, listening, straining my enhanced senses, but the room was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

And then I caught it—the softest of sounds. A shuffle. The tiniest shift in the air behind me.

I spun around, my body moving on instinct, and that’s when I saw him.

A vampire. He stood at the foot of my bed, his silhouette barely visible in the darkness, but his eyes—they glowed, a dull red that sliced through the shadows. Hungry. Predatory.

Fear gripped me instantly, but I pushed it down. There was no room for fear anymore. Not now. Not since I had become one of them.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low but steady. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my breathing even. The vampire didn’t answer, didn’t move. He was gauging me, trying to figure out if I was a threat.

A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, and I realized he had already fed tonight. I could smell the blood on him, fresh and overwhelming. He wasn’t here for food. He was here for something else—me.

Freya is dead, I reminded myself. Ian killed her. No one else should want to come after me.

But here he was. And by the look in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t here to chat.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” I warned, even as I slipped out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor without a sound. My body was tense, every muscle coiled tight, ready to spring. I could feel the vampire’s gaze on me, watching my every move, but I didn’t back down. I couldn’t.

He tilted his head slightly, a slow, mocking smile spreading across his face. “You’re Ian’s little pet,” he said, his voice a low hiss that made my skin crawl. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

I felt a flicker of anger rise up in me, hot and sharp. Pet. That’s all they saw me as—an inconvenience, something that didn’t belong in their world. Just a human girl marked by the king. Except now I wasn’t human anymore, was I?

“I’m not his pet,” I spat back, my eyes narrowing. I could feel my fangs pushing against my gums, aching to break through, but I held them back. Not yet.

The vampire laughed softly, the sound cruel and full of disdain. “You’ll be dead by dawn,” he said, taking a step closer. “You should have stayed in your little human life, girl. Now, you’re nothing more than a mistake that needs to be fixed.”

The anger surged through me again, hotter this time, but beneath it, a cold dread seeped in. He’s stronger than me. I could feel it in the way he moved, the confidence in his posture. He wasn’t worried about me. He thought this was going to be easy.