Bride of the vampire

CRYSTAL POV

"And look who we have here. THE VIRGIN STUBBORN STRIPPER".

"You... you're the owner?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

A mischievous smile played on his lips as he nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Surprisingly, I am," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of laughter.

My mind raced, trying to process this new information. How could I have been so oblivious? And what did this mean for me? The thought of working under him, of being at his mercy, sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't worry," he said, his tone suddenly flirtatious, "I'll be kind to you."

"And don't even think about quitting," he added, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Remember, you signed a contract."

"You know, when I heard that you're still a virgin from Angel, I was speechless. How can a sexy stripper like you still be a virgin?" he exclaimed, moving closer to me.

"Well, sir, my night shift is over. I should be going," I said, not wanting a repeat of what happened the other night.

"If you leave, you might as well not come back to work," he said, stopping me in my tracks.

"I'm sure you value your job, don't you?" he smirked, implying that my employment could be at risk.

If only my mom wasn't sick, I wouldn't be in this situation, let alone know him. I wish I could confront him and tell him to keep his inappropriate requests to himself. But I had to hold back.

"But sir, my shift is over. Why are you stopping me?" I asked, trying to maintain a professional tone.

"Perhaps a private performance just for me?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

I scoffed.

"Sir, I would appreciate it if you let me leave. Please show some respect while I am still being polite," I warned.

He was my boss now, so I had to be respectful.

"Alright, I apologise for my behaviour," he said,

raising his hands in surrender.

"Okay, I don't want to cause any trouble. I just want to be your friend," he added.

"You want to be my friend? After what happened the first time we met? You almost assaulted me. I don't trust you at all," I firmly stated.

"Babe..." he started.

"Can I please leave, sir?" I interrupted, feeling my patience wearing thin.

"Can I at least offer you a ride home?" he asked.

"Oh, so now you want to give me a ride home? After what happened at the club? You think I would invite you into my personal space? Absolutely not," I replied.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I apologise for my actions that day. I was angry and lost control. I'm truly sorry for trying to force myself on you. I promise I won't do anything to harm you," he assured, raising his hand in a peace offering. There was sincerity and honesty in his voice as he spoke to me. I looked at him, dressed in casual attire and grey-black hair falling over his ears and forehead, looked at me intently with his hazel eyes, seeking answers. I nodded in response, and a bright smile spread across his face.

Leaving the club behind, we made our way

to the parking lot where a sleek blue car awaited us. Jim opened the door for me, a small gesture that made me roll my eyes playfully. He started the engine and we began our journey.

"Care for a smoke?". He asked, offering me a cigarette.

"No, thank you," I politely declined.

"Ah, mom's little angel, I see," he chuckled.

We drove in comfortable silence, the hum of the engine filling the air. He broke the silence, "Do you mind if I turn on some music?".

"It's your car, do as you please," I replied.

He pressed a button, and the familiar tune of "7 rings" by Ariana Grande filled the car.

"Hey, I love this song," I exclaimed, a smile forming on my face.

"Really?". His eyes lit up with genuine interest.

"Yeah, I love most of her songs," I replied.

His sweet smile revealed a perfect set of white teeth, making me wonder if Damien, someone I had known before, also had such a cute smile. He never smiled. "Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and a bottle of champagne," I started singing along, enjoying the moment.

"Do you like my hair? Gee thanks, just bought it," I asked, playfully.

"I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it," we both sang the lyrics together.

"Happiness is the same price as red bottoms," he said, looking at me with a smile.

I smiled back and sang.

"My smile is beaming, my skin is gleaming."

"I want it," he sang.

"I got it," I replied.

"I saw it, I liked it," he continued.

"I want it, I got it," I joined in.

We continued like that until we reached my apartment.

"Here! Stop here," I instructed him.

"Thank you, boss," I said as I got out of the car and bowed.

"Don't you want to invite me inside?" he winked.

"Not a chance," I responded, teasingly.

"See you tomorrow, virgin stubborn stripper," he laughed and drove off.

Maybe he's not that bad, I thought to myself.

"Geez, I don't even know his name," I realised.

I noticed a car following him at a high speed. It seemed like he was being followed. I didn't care either way.

I walked into my apartment only to be met with Adrian's angry face.

"Oh no, I'm dead," I muttered.

[ DAMIEN POV]

I watched in disbelief as she hurriedly left. Where could she be going? Am I really that terrible that she couldn't even give me a heads up before leaving?

Quietly, I decided to follow her. From the eatery to the club, and then suddenly she emerged with Liam. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Is she out of her mind? How could she be with a man who almost assaulted her?

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, anger surged through me. I fought the urge to get out of the car and confront that despicable man.

As soon as he dropped Crystal off at home, I sped after him.

Driving at an alarming speed, I swerved recklessly, causing him to collide with my car.

"LIAM!" I growled, my voice filled with fury.

"What the hell, man?!" he yelled, stepping out of his car.

I lunged at him, landing a punch square on his face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

I continued to pummelled him, unable to control my rage, until he managed to kick me off.

"What the fuck is your problem? Why are you hitting me?" he shouted, clearly bewildered.

"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM CRYSTAL!" I yelled, my voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Crystal?" he asked, his confusion evident.

"You mean the girl I just dropped off?".he chuckled.

"Is she your girlfriend?".

None of your concern. Just. Stay. Away. From. Her". I cautioned, uttering the words consecutively.

"And what will you do if I don't?". He questioned, shoving me backwards.

I continuously punched him un

til he started bleeding. It bothered me that he wasn't fighting back.

"Have you suddenly become a coward? Why aren't you defending yourself?". I shouted.

He smirked.

"Whether I retaliate or not, I will still be defeated by you. My abilities are insignificant compared to yours. Fighting back is futile". He stated.

I ceased and gazed at him. I began to feel remorse for hitting him. Crystal wasn't even my girlfriend. Why am I so possessive and angry? He sat down and stared at me.

"Throughout my entire life, I have always been compared to you. Liam, you are worthless. Liam, be more like Damien. Damien is superior to you. I always desired a son like Damien." These words haunt me every day. Damien is better, Damien this, Damien that. It has always been about you". He yelled.

"My father has never once shown appreciation towards me. No matter how hard I try or what I do, I will always be compared to you. Whether it's grades or abilities, you have everything. All I ever wanted was to be loved and acknowledged. I don't want to be compared to you. I want my father to be proud of me. I want him to speak and praise me the way he praises you. But no, you were his ideal son. I am just a worthless individual". He shouted, crying.

"All I ever wanted, you obtained effortlessly without even asking for it". He sobbed.

"Liam!" I called, moving closer to him.

"You knew I deeply loved Olivia, but you still took her away from me. I thought we were friends, but you betrayed me".

"I didn't, Liam, listen to me". I said, sitting beside him.

He suddenly embraced me.

"Liam, that day I did not...

"I apologise". He said.

"But if you're still alive, everything I desire will only go to you". As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

THE SILVER KNIFE??? NO NO NO

"Liam, why?". I spat out blood, collapsing weakly to the ground.

He removed the knife. I groaned in agony.

The silver knife is the only thing that can end my life.

"I'm sorry". He sobbed before fleeing.

"C...rystal". Was the last thing I uttered before losing consciousness.