Thirst For You

Elias sat slumped against the tree, the bark digging into his back as he tried to steady his erratic breathing. The visions had come again—Eva in Blake's arms, her laughter and warmth directed at someone else. It clawed at his sanity, the pain searing his soul. The metallic tang of blood lingered on his lips where his fangs had accidentally nicked him.

Magnus knelt beside him, his hand firm on Elias's shoulder. "You need to snap out of this," Magnus urged, his voice laced with concern. "Lucian's getting to you, Elias. This isn't you. Don't let him win."

Elias looked up, his crimson tears streaking his pale cheeks. "It's not just him, Magnus," he murmured. "It's me. I've brought this curse upon her, and now she's slipping through my fingers."

Magnus clenched his jaw. "That's the bloodlust talking. You're stronger than this."

Before Elias could respond, the air around them shifted. A sudden, inexplicable energy coursed through the clearing, making Magnus's shadow flicker unnaturally against the ground. Elias straightened slightly, his gaze darting toward the source.

She emerged from the veil of shadows, her presence as commanding as it was otherworldly. The girl—the mysterious voice guiding Magnus—stepped into the moonlight, her aura shimmering faintly like a dark halo. Her piercing eyes scanned them both, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Magnus rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. "Can you help him?," he said, his voice a mix of awe and caution. 

She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze locked onto Elias, who stared back, his bloodied eyes wide with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "I'll try but he's losing himself," she finally said, her voice smooth yet tinged with an ethereal edge. "If I don't act quickly, we might lose him to Lucian entirely this time."

 The girl tilted her head, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. " Elias,I need you to understand one thing the fight against Lucian is mine as much as it is yours and whether you believe it or not, I care more than you realize, right now im going to stop the cracks in your soul from spreading" she said somewhat consoling him

Elias's growl faded into silence. For a brief moment, her presence seemed to ease the tumult within him, as if the weight of her words alone carried a strange power. Magnus watched her closely, his eyes glimmering with admiration he didn't quite understand yet.

The girl stepped closer to Elias and knelt beside him. "Rest," she whispered, her hand hovering just above his chest. "You can't fight your demons without strength."

The world seemed to dim slightly, the ambient noise fading as a soothing warmth spread through Elias. His eyelids grew heavy, and before he could resist, he succumbed to an unnatural, dreamless sleep.

The moon hung high in the velvety night sky, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow over the sprawling gothic courtyard. Elias stood in the shadows, his sharp senses taking in the scene before him. The grand masquerade ball was in full swing, humans and vampires mingling under the guise of civility. It was here, amidst the swirling music and glittering masks, that he first saw her.

She moved like a wisp of moonlight, her gown shimmering with every step. Her laughter, soft and melodic, reached his ears, tugging at something deep within him. She was radiant, her beauty unmatched, and yet it was the fire in her eyes that held him captive. For centuries, Elias had walked this earth, but never had he felt so alive.

Elias's chest tightened as he watched her from afar. She was a human then, fragile and unaware of the dangerous world she had stepped into. Yet, there was a strength in her aura, a quiet defiance that set her apart. It was that strength that drew him to her, compelling him to step out of the shadows and into her light.

Elias approached her cautiously, his movements graceful and deliberate. Eva turned, her eyes meeting his, and the world seemed to still. For a moment, it was just the two of them, the bustling crowd fading into the background.

"May I have this dance?" Elias asked, his voice smooth yet laced with an uncharacteristic nervousness.

Eva hesitated, her eyes studying him. "And what makes you think I'd dance with a stranger?"

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that made her heart flutter. "Perhaps because I'm the least dangerous stranger here tonight."

Her lips curved into a playful smile, and she placed her hand in his. "Well then, let's see if you can keep up."