The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Anonymous POV

The night stretched long, as it always did. Time no longer mattered to me, not as it did to humans or even most vampires. In the dark corners of the realm, where shadows whispered secrets and power waited for those bold enough to seize it, I had always found my place. But tonight, the importance of my ambition felt heavier, more urgent.

Everything had been set in motion, carefully orchestrated, and I was finally close—closer than anyone could imagine.

Ian Grant. The so-called king. He had sat on his throne for far too long, his power growing while mine simmered in the background, waiting, festering. And now, he had the gall to bring that girl—Sophia—into our world. A human. Turned vampire, yes, but still a weakness, a flaw in his armor that I would exploit until there was nothing left of him.

The Council might not see it. They were blind, complacent, clinging to their traditions and rules, foolishly loyal to Ian. They still believed in the old ways, in his leadership. But I knew better. I knew the truth of what power really was—what it took to seize control. It wasn’t about legacy or bloodlines or even strength. It was about ruthlessness. It was about taking what was yours, no matter the cost.

And Sophia… she was the key. The council had no idea how dangerous she was, not really. They whispered about the prophecy, feared her lineage, but they didn’t understand. If Ian remained in power, if she stayed by his side, the balance would tip in ways no one could predict. She was more than a threat—she was a ticking bomb, and when she went off, it would destroy everything I had worked so carefully to build.

They couldn’t see it, but I could.

That’s why I had started feeding the hunters information. They were crude, certainly. A little too single-minded, too driven by their hatred for our kind to be truly effective. But they were useful. I had given them what they needed: details about Ian’s movements, Sophia’s vulnerabilities, small cracks in their defenses that only I, someone from within, could provide.

At first, the hunters had been hesitant. They didn’t trust me—why would they? A vampire offering them help? It was unthinkable. But hatred was a powerful motivator, and they hated Ian even more than I did. They wanted him dead, wanted to wipe out his entire bloodline, and I was more than willing to give them the tools to do so.

The first attacks had been tests—small, probing strikes to see how Ian would respond, how Sophia would handle herself. She was strong, stronger than most realized, but she was still new to this world. She hadn’t fully embraced what it meant to be a vampire, not yet. That hesitation, that lingering humanity in her, made her weak. And Ian, for all his power, for all his centuries of experience, had a fatal flaw.

He loved her.

It was almost pathetic to watch, the way he cared for her, the way he would sacrifice anything—everything—for her. Love made him weak. It clouded his judgment, dulled his instincts. He didn’t see the threat I posed because he was too busy trying to protect her. And that was why I would win.

They were supposed to die that night, Ian and Sophia. The hunters I had sent were some of the best I could find, ruthless killers who had been enhanced through magic, just enough to give them a fighting chance. I had expected them to succeed. But they hadn’t. Ian was stronger than I anticipated, and Sophia… well, she had survived. Barely. But that was enough for me to adjust my plans.

It wasn’t a failure. It was a lesson.

Sitting in the shadows, I plotted my next move. I had spies everywhere, even within Ian’s own circle, listening, waiting for the right moment. The Council might suspect that someone was working against them, but they had no idea it was one of their own. They thought they could control me, could leash my ambitions with their laws and their oaths. They were fools.

I had worked too hard, waited too long, to be denied now.

When Ian fell, and he WOULD fall, I would be the one to take his place. There was no one else strong enough, no one else who had the foresight to see what needed to be done. The vampire realm had grown stagnant under his rule, complacent. We needed someone with vision, someone who wasn’t afraid to make difficult decisions, to take the steps necessary to secure our future.

That someone was me.

But Ian wasn’t the only problem. Sophia was becoming more of a threat than I had anticipated. Her power was growing, something I hadn’t accounted for. I had always assumed she was a pawn, a weakness to be exploited, but the prophecy… it spoke of a vampire who would either unite our worlds or destroy them. The council was divided on what she represented, but I knew better.

Sophia had the potential to unravel everything. If she became too powerful, if she learned the full extent of her abilities, she could tip the scales in ways even I couldn’t predict. She had to be eliminated, along with Ian. It was the only way to ensure my future.

But the council wouldn’t move against her yet. Not while Ian was still alive. They were too cautious, too afraid of the consequences. That was why I had to act from the shadows, manipulating events to force their hand. Eventually, they would see things my way. They would have no choice.

I needed to push the hunters harder, give them more information, more access to Ian and Sophia. They had failed once, but they wouldn’t fail again. I wouldn’t allow it.

Soon, Ian would be dead, and Sophia would follow. And when they were gone, I would step in, taking the throne that should have been mine all along. The council would fall in line—they always did when faced with true power. And as for the hunters, well, they would serve their purpose and be dealt with in time. I didn’t need them beyond Ian’s death.

I stood from my chair, the weight of my plans heavy on my shoulders, but it wasn’t a burden I couldn’t carry. I had spent centuries preparing for this moment, playing the long game, biding my time. It was almost amusing, watching Ian sit so comfortably in a seat that didn’t belong to him, unaware that his end was so near.

Sophia might have given him hope, might have made him feel invincible, but she was the key to his downfall. He just didn’t know it yet.

I moved through the darkened room, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows against the walls. I didn’t need light to see—the darkness was my ally, always had been. It was where I thrived, where I controlled the strings of fate, unseen, unheard, but always there.

The night wasn’t over yet, and neither was my work. Soon, everything would come together, and Ian would pay for his arrogance, for believing he could rule without consequence. He had no idea what I was capable of.

And when he finally realized, it would be too late.

I smiled to myself, a cold, hollow smile, as I made my way toward the door. Outside, the city stretched out before me, its inhabitants blissfully unaware of the war brewing in the shadows. But soon, they would all know. Soon, they would see who the true ruler was.

And Ian, for all his strength, for all his love for Sophia, would be nothing but a memory—a footnote in history, forgotten by the time the sun rose.

The throne would be mine.