By Romeo Pough
“A kiss is only the beginning… of damnation.”
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Prologue
The city never sleeps, but beneath its concrete arteries, in the spaces where light dies, something older than time itself stirs. Vampires do not fear death—they are death. And in the cold breath of night, they dance, they feed, they love, and they destroy.
But among them walks one whose heart still beats with fractured humanity, and whose lips carry both salvation and ruin.
Chapter I: Velvet Midnight
Ravenscrest was a city soaked in sin. The clubs pulsed with bodies, the streets whispered with hunger, and behind every smile lurked a secret.
In the heart of it all stood Club Eros, the most exclusive and forbidden underground pleasure house. A place where the rich came to be ravished, where blood flowed with wine, and where rumors spoke of immortals who drank from the willing.
It was here that Selene Valen, draped in silk and shadows, first saw him.
Cassian Noir.
He sat at the bar like a marble statue—flawless, ancient, and dangerous. Jet-black hair kissed his broad shoulders, and his eyes, ice blue and merciless, scanned the crowd like a predator seeking prey. The air shifted around him. Women and men both stared, drawn to him like moths to a flame.
Selene wasn’t one of them. She was something else.
A journalist on the edge of ruin. A woman broken by grief. And tonight, her assignment was simple: expose the urban legend of vampires inside Club Eros.
What she didn’t know… was that she was the bait.
Chapter II: The First Bite
“You don’t belong here,” Cassian whispered behind her, his voice silk wrapped in steel. Selene turned and locked eyes with him.
“I could say the same about you,” she said, steady, though her heart thundered.
He smirked, revealing the faintest gleam of fangs.
“Come with me,” he said.
She should’ve walked away. She should’ve ran. But instead, she followed him through corridors lined in black velvet, past mirrors that showed only her reflection.
He pinned her against a wall—cool breath brushing her skin.
“You smell like sorrow,” he said, “and something more dangerous… curiosity.”
His lips grazed her neck.
“May I taste you?”
She whispered yes before she even realized it.
His bite was pain and pleasure intertwined. The moment his fangs pierced her, memories flooded back—grief, her dead lover, her trauma… all melting into one crimson haze.
When it ended, she didn’t feel weak.
She felt reborn.
Chapter III: A Hunger Shared
Selene became addicted—not just to Cassian, but to the feeling he awoke in her. She met his world—dark alleys, crimson rituals, and secret vampire covens. They made love like gods, bruised and burning with ancient lust, as the line between predator and prey blurred.
But not all vampires welcomed her.
The Crimson Court, led by the cruel and beautiful vampiress Veloura, saw Selene as a threat to their eternal secrecy. Veloura once loved Cassian centuries ago, and she would not let a mortal steal his loyalty.
They gave Cassian a choice: kill Selene, or face eternal exile from the Court.
Chapter IV: The Turning
Cassian could not kill her. He chose her.
They fled across cities, hunted by bloodthirsty elites. Selene discovered her own dark gifts—visions from Cassian’s blood, seductive powers awakened by his bite.
But it wasn’t enough.
The Crimson Court caught them. Veloura chained Cassian, feeding on him as punishment, taunting Selene with his screams. She offered Selene a choice: walk away and live, or die beside him.
Selene laughed. And in the madness of heartbreak, she bit herself—offering her own blood to awaken her full transformation.
What rose from the dungeon was no longer human.
Selene became something… new.
Not a vampire. Not mortal.
But a weapon born from love and pain.
Chapter V: Blood War
Selene slaughtered the Crimson Court. One by one. Her vengeance was savage and poetic. Velvet halls ran with blood. Velvet dresses were torn, and ancient monsters begged for mercy they never gave others.
In the end, she freed Cassian, weak but alive. He looked at her—not with fear—but pride.
“You’re not mine anymore,” he said. “You’ve become more.”
“No,” she said. “We are more. Together.”
They walked into the burning crypts, hand in hand, lovers reborn in flame and fury.
Epilogue: The Kiss
Now, in the corners of cities, people still whisper about a dark couple who seduce and destroy, who make love under blood moons and leave behind only bitten bodies and blissful corpses.
Some say they’re demons.
Others say they’re angels of vengeance.
But all agree on one thing.
If you see them in the shadows…
Don’t run.
Just pray their kiss isn’t your damnation.
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