The Encounter
Prologue
The city of Ravenshade was always bathed in twilight, a place where shadows stretched long, and whispers filled the cobblestone streets. A hidden world lurked beneath the surface of the ordinary, ruled by creatures of the night.
Nibash, a struggling writer burdened by his own past, moved to this mysterious town seeking solitude, but fate had other plans. A pair of piercing crimson eyes watched him from the darkness, belonging to a man who was neither living nor dead—Vikki, a vampire of old blood, powerful and ruthless, yet captivated by something he could not explain.
Their fates intertwined the moment they met, leading them into a dangerous game of obsession, power, and a love that defied the laws of both men and monsters.
Ravenshade was a town wrapped in an eerie, perpetual dusk. Thick clouds hung low, blocking the sun, and the air carried a whisper of something unseen. The cobblestone streets were slick from the recent rain, reflecting the dim glow of streetlamps. It was a place where secrets hid in the corners, and the night never truly slept.
Nibash pulled his coat tighter around himself as he walked through the near-empty streets. His breath curled in the cold air, vanishing like the ghosts of his past. He had come here for peace—to escape the relentless noise of the city, the memories that clawed at him in the dark. A fresh start, he told himself. A lie, perhaps, but one he desperately needed to believe.
The bookstore at the end of the alley was exactly what he had been searching for: old, quiet, and filled with the scent of aged paper. A bell tinkled as he stepped inside. The dim lighting and towering shelves made the space feel timeless. The owner, an elderly man with round spectacles, barely looked up from his newspaper.
Nibash ran his fingers along the spines of ancient books, some with titles in languages he couldn’t read. His fingers paused on a black leather-bound book. The moment he touched it, a strange sensation curled through his veins—a chill, like unseen fingers trailing over his skin.
...
You shouldn’t touch that.
The voice was smooth, deep, and edged with amusement. Nibash turned sharply. A man stood in the aisle, dressed in black from head to toe. His wet hair clung to his forehead, stray strands falling into crimson eyes that burned with an unnatural intensity.
Nibash felt his heartbeat stutter. Something about this man was wrong. He was beautiful—too beautiful, like something sculpted rather than born. His sharp jawline, the slight curve of his lips, and the way his black shirt clung to his frame spoke of elegance, but there was danger beneath it.
Nibash asked, gripping the book tighter.
The man tilted his head, smirking.
...
Because it belongs to me.
His voice held a weight, a command wrapped in velvet, and for a moment, Nibash felt an urge to hand it over. But something inside him resisted. He narrowed his eyes.
Nibash
I didn’t see your name on it.
The man chuckled, stepping closer. The dim lighting cast shadows over his face, making him look almost inhuman.
...
You have a sharp tongue, little one.
...
Compared to me, you are.
The tension between them was thick, a silent challenge hanging in the air. Nibash refused to look away, even as those crimson eyes studied him, dissecting him as if peeling back layers of his soul.
Then, the man did something unexpected—he leaned in, his breath warm against Nibash’s ear.
Nibash stepped back so fast he almost tripped over a stack of books.
The man simply smiled. A slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down Nibash’s spine. He reached out, his fingers brushing over the book, and suddenly, Nibash felt the weight lift from his hands. The book was no longer in his grip—it was in the stranger’s.
...
You ask too many questions
The man murmured, flipping through the pages.
Nibash
How do you know my name?
The man chuckled again, stepping past him. As he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder.
...
I know many things, little one.
Then, he was gone, leaving behind only the faintest scent of something metallic and sweet.
Nibash stared at the empty space where the man had stood.
Nibash
Who the hell was that?
Nibash
And why did it feel like he had just walked into something he could never escape?
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