The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Jenny’s POV

I’ve always liked the nighttime, the way the darkness blankets the world and makes everything feel a little more alive. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to danger, to the excitement of living on the edge. But nothing—not all the parties, the hookups, or even being with Jacob, a vampire, could’ve prepared me for the terror that gripped me now.

I was in the back of a car, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. My heart raced, thudding so hard in my chest that it felt like it would break free. My wrists hurt from the tight ropes cutting into them, and my body ached from the rough handling. Whoever had grabbed me had done it fast—too fast for me to even scream.

Jacob would notice I was missing. He had to. But how long would it take? And what would they do to me in the meantime?

The car jolted to a stop, and I was yanked out. My legs buckled beneath me, and I fell to the ground, the gravel biting into my knees. Rough hands pulled me up, and my blindfold was ripped away.

I blinked against the harsh light, trying to adjust. We were in some kind of abandoned building—a warehouse, maybe. My eyes darted around, scanning for any way out, any chance to escape. But there was nothing. Just the towering walls and the distant sound of dripping water.

And then I saw him.

The vampire.

He was tall, with slicked-back dark hair and a cruel smile that made my blood run cold. His eyes glowed with that eerie vampire light, and he moved with a grace that told me he was ancient—much older than Jacob, much more dangerous.

“Welcome, Jenny,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “You’ve been quite the trouble for us.”

I tried to speak, to scream, but the gag in my mouth muffled my voice. He reached out, his cold fingers brushing against my cheek, and I flinched.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You’re not going to die just yet. First, we have a little… initiation.”

My stomach twisted in fear, and I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped. Helpless.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small vial of blood. My heart nearly stopped. I knew what this was. I’d heard enough from Jacob and Ian to understand.

Vampire blood.

“No!” I tried to scream, shaking my head, but he grinned and forced my mouth open, pouring the thick, metallic liquid down my throat.

The taste was overwhelming—cold, sharp, and ancient. It burned as it slid down, and I felt it immediately, pulsing through my veins like fire and ice at the same time.

“There we go,” the vampire said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Now, you just need one more thing.”

My eyes widened in terror as I realized what he meant.

He was going to kill me.

Without hesitation, he moved so fast I barely registered it. His hand shot out, gripping my throat, and with a savage growl, he snapped my neck.

The world went black.

When I woke up, everything was different.

The pain in my neck was gone, replaced by a strange numbness. My body felt light, too light, like I wasn’t completely tethered to the ground. The air was sharper, colder, and every sound was amplified—dripping water, distant footsteps, the hum of something mechanical.

I opened my eyes, and the world was clearer, sharper. But something was wrong. So, so wrong.

I wasn’t breathing.