Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 76: Between Fangs and Fury

I’m on the bed, my heart racing as Aleksandr towers over me, his eyes burning with an unnatural red glow. The sharp pain between my legs where he grazed me with his fangs is now a distant concem, overshadowed by the fear of what comes next. I shrink back against the headboard, trying to make myself as small as possible, but there’s nowhere to go. The room feels too small, the air too thick.

His eyes are completely red, blazing a fiery bloodlust as he prepares to strike.

I scream then, a desperate, piercing sound that seems to shake the very walls of the luxurious master bedroom.

I know that screaming is pointless – as we were flying in from above, I could see that this mansion was the only building for miles, no one will hear me

but still, I’m terrified and it’s all I can do.

Time moves very slowly then. Aleksandr springs towards me, closing the space between us in less than a second. He’s on me, pinning me down against the headboard, his fangs bared.

He lowers his head, and his lips find my neck. The lips that only moments ago had so lovingly caressed me, loved me. As Aleksandr’s lips press against my skin, there’s a moment of deceptive calm, a pause in the storm that’s been brewing between us, in the panic and fear threatening to overwhelm me. Then, the sharp, startling pain as his fangs pierce my skin. It’s not just a bite; it’s an invasion, a breaking of barriers that sends a shockwave through my body. But the pain isn’t alone–it’s intertwined with something else, something wholly unexpected. Pleasure, a sweet, seductive undercurrent that swirls around the pain, softening its edges and blurring the lines between what I fear and what I desire.

As he drinks, the sensations become a paradox that my mind struggles to comprehend. The initial sting of his bite fades into a rhythmic pull, a gentle tugging at my life essence that sends shivers down my spine. Each draw of his breath feels like it’s pulling me closer to him, not just physically but in a way that’s more intimate, more profound than I could have imagined.

The room around us seems to grow dimmer, the edges blurring into insignificance as my focus narrows to the point of contact between us, where his world and mine collide. My heart beats faster, not just from fear, but from a burgeoning need, an ache that I can’t quite name. It’s as if he’s drawing out more than blood–he’s pulling at the very strings of my soul, intertwining it with his in a melody of darkness and light.

But with the pleasure comes a growing weakness, a dizziness that creeps into the edges of my consciousness like a thief. My knees feel weak, my head woory, as if I’m floating in a dream from which I cannot wake. The strength seems to drain from my limbs, leaving me vulnerable, exposed, but strangely unafraid.

The world tilts, and I find myself slipping further into this haze, where pain and pleasure, fear and desire, all blend into a single, overwhelming experience. It’s a precipice, a brink on which I teeter, caught between the reality of what’s happening and the surreal sense of falling, falling into an abyss that promises both oblivion and awakening

As the last of my strength wanes, I lean into the sensation, the faintness enveloping me like a shroud. It’s a surrender, but not a defeat; a giving in, but also a discovery. In this moment, as darkness edges my vision, 1 realize that to be consumed by him is not to lose myself, but to find a part of me that only he can awaken.

Seconds before I’m about to pass out, I come to my senses,

If he drinks any more of my blood, I’ll die. He’s killing me.

“Aleksandr… please, let me go…” I cry out his name, begging him to stop, but the Aleksandr I know if gone, replaced with this insatiable monster.

“Help! Anyone…” I murmur as I slip in and out of consciousness, clinging to wakefulness. “Mom… Anya..S… Sera… Seraphina…”

And the

then, something inexplicable happens. Through the blur of my dazed state, my eyes catch a strange movement in the ceiling mirror–a mirror 1 didn’t notice before. The ceilings of Aleksandr’s mansion are ridiculously high, double volume ceilings at least two times the height of a normal room so it’s little surprise I didn’t think to look up before. The mirror is positioned directly above the huge bed, a perfect oval of silver glass. It swirls like shining water disturbed by a stone, and in the chaos, my reflection is a frightened girl on the edge of disaster

Out of this metallic rippling, a black shape hurtles into the room from above, a huge black bat with wings spread wide, aiming directly at Aleksandr. He releases me immediately, jumping back to the foot of the bed, his bloody fangs bared in fury at the interruption to his meal. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I snap out of my daze in an instant, still woozy and lightheaded from the blood loss but determined not to pass out.

The bat strikes at him and he claws at it, but in a blink, the bat is no longer a bat. It’s Seraphina, but not as I’ve known her. Her usual innocent white is replaced by a dress of red velvet, overlaid with an intricate pattern of black spider silk, forming delicate webs. Tiny spiders, sparkling like deadly jewels, adorn the fabric.

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“Stay back!” she hisses, positioning herself on the bed between Aleksandr and me. Her small form is fearless, her eyes ablaze with a fierce determination as she bares her fangs at him

Can Seraphina really take on Aleksandr? He’s a giant compared to her, at least five or six times her size, maybe more.

But there’s something in her stance that tells me she’s not to be underestimated. Seraphina is powerful, despite her childlike appearance.

“Stay behind me, Arianna,” she growls without turning around to look at me, her voice low and menacing as she faces down her opponent.

Aleksandr’s

still glowing red, signal his loss to the bloodlust. It’s like he’s under a spell, his usual icy blue gaze swallowed by the overwhelming primal hunger. He hisses at her, and she hisses back, like two snakes sizing each other up before all out warfare.

Would Aleksandr really hurt Seraphina? I think, my mind racing. She’s almost like a little sister to him, yet here she is, shielding me, standing against him to protect me.

Then, there’s a sound above me like the movement of water, a trickling sound, and I look up towards the ceiling again. The mirror changes again, the ripples gathering into a frenzy of metallic silver, then moving faster, coalescing into a violent shining whirlpool. A chill fills the room, a cold so deep it feels like it’s seeping into my bones. The hairs on the back of my arms stand on end as I watch, horrified, as black smoke tendrils snake out from the whirlpool, slithering down through the air, then slowly solidifying into a mass and taking shape. The black smoke forms into the imposing figure of

Anya.

She’s majestic in her fury, dressed in black and silver, her grey hair pulled back in a tightly wound braid. The room seems to darken around her as she floats down towards us, her feet several inches above the top of the bed, her eyes locked on Aleksandr with a rage I can’t begin to comprehend.

Without a word, she bites into her own hand, and then moves with a superhuman speed I can’t follow, a dark blur of movement. Then she’s at Aleksandr’s side, forcing his mouth open and letting her own blood drip into him, down his throat. He struggles briefly, but then goes still, collapsing into unconsciousness.

Turning her fury towards me, Anya’s eyes blaze.

I suddenly become horribly aware of my nakedness, and I cross my arms over my chest, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.

Anya looks from me to Aleksandr, probably noting his half undressed state, and her eyes darken, filling with thunderclouds.

“What have you done,

done, stupid girl?” she demands.

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Nidh Gupta

This story is so good…. it’s been torture to wait that long…. please try to update more frequently A

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