Elena ran.


    Her footsteps echoed down the empty streets, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she couldn’t make sense of. She could still see Theo’s face in her mind, the panic in his eyes just before he grabbed her, the flash of his fangs in the low light. Fangs. It wasn’t real—she couldn’t believe it was real.


    But it was.


    She’d seen it. Felt the shift in him, the way his grip had tightened around her, the hunger radiating from him. And that look—just for a moment—like he’d wanted her, needed her, in a way she couldn’t even begin to fathom.


    Theo is a vampire.


    The words felt foreign, wrong somehow, but they kept circling back, refusing to leave her mind. All the signs were there now, laid bare before her. His speed, his strength, the way he was never around during the day. His otherworldly appearance—how she had always been struck by just how perfect he looked, like something out of a dream, or a nightmare. How had she ignored all of that?


    Her pace slowed, her breath ragged from running, though the terror in her chest was only beginning to settle. As her mind raced, pieces of their interactions began to click into place. She hadn’t questioned it at first—how easily he could move through the night, how quickly he seemed to react to things no one else would notice. The subtle, strange allure he always carried with him.


    She clenched her fists as she walked. Of course, I didn’t see it. How could I? Theo had been nothing but kind to her, protective even. They had shared quiet moments, real conversations that made her feel something she hadn’t felt in years—trust. And now? Now, she wasn’t sure what to believe.


    He’s a monster, a voice inside her whispered, but another part of her pushed back, remembering the tenderness in his touch, the softness in his eyes when they weren’t clouded with hunger.


    But then, there was that other part, the part that felt so wrong she could hardly bring herself to admit it.


    She had wanted it. There had been a moment—a brief, shameful flicker—where something inside her had yearned for his touch, for that dangerous, sharp pull. When he’d looked at her, eyes dark and filled with hunger, a small part of her had wanted him to bite her. The realization sent a shiver through her, and without thinking, Elena’s hand drifted to her neck, her fingers brushing the spot where she could almost still feel the coolness of his touch.


    How could she feel that? How could she even think it, after everything? The idea that he could so easily make her want her own destruction was terrifying. It was... sinister.


    And yet, despite that, there was no denying the truth. In that fleeting instant, she hadn’t just been afraid of him—she had been drawn to him. It was a thought she tried to push away, but it clung to the edges of her mind, lingering even as she ran.


    Elena slowed her pace, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her mind a storm of confusion and fear. The streetlights above flickered softly, casting long shadows on the pavement as her thoughts circled around and around, refusing to settle.


    How could I have been so blind? She thought again, the cold reality pressing against her as if the night itself had turned on her. Her fists tightened, the anger bubbling up alongside her fear, the two emotions fighting for control.


    She had trusted him—more than she had trusted anyone in a long time. And yet, now it was all unraveling. Theo wasn’t just some man who had entered her life by chance. He was something else, something dangerous, and she didn’t know if she had the strength to face the truth of that.


    The street seemed quieter now, the sound of her shoes hitting the pavement the only thing breaking the eerie silence. It was too quiet.


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    A cold breeze swept through the air, prickling the back of her neck. Instinctively, Elena glanced over her shoulder, her senses suddenly on high alert. She slowed to a stop, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she scanned the dimly lit street.


    Nothing.


    But the uneasy feeling gnawed at her, a sinking weight in the pit of her stomach. She turned back around, quickening her pace as she continued down the road, the hairs on her arms standing on end.


    It’s just your imagination, she told herself, trying to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. But the unease didn’t go away. In fact, it grew stronger with each passing second.


    Elena’s breath caught in her throat as a faint rustling sound came from behind her, followed by the softest scrape of something against the pavement. She froze, the panic rising inside her, heart slamming in her chest. Slowly, she turned her head.


    At first, she saw nothing—just the same quiet street she had walked moments ago. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed movement. A shadow, dark and shifting, creeping along the edge of the buildings. Her blood ran cold.


    The shadow seemed to writhe and stretch unnaturally, like something that wasn’t entirely tethered to this world. Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body was frozen, trapped between the weight of her fear and the rush of adrenaline pounding through her veins.


    She took a slow, shaky step back, her eyes locked on the shape in the darkness. It was moving toward her, its form becoming more defined the closer it came.


    Run.


    Her legs finally responded to her racing thoughts, and she bolted, her heart pounding as her feet slapped against the pavement. The shadow moved faster now, a creeping darkness that slithered along the street, gaining on her with every step.


    No, no, no... Elena’s breath came in ragged bursts as she pushed herself harder, desperate to escape whatever it was that stalked her. But it was no use. The shadow was closing in.


    Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, a sudden light flared in the corner of her vision, brilliant and sharp. She stumbled to a stop, her breath hitching in her throat as a figure appeared from the darkness, bathed in a faint, otherworldly glow.


    "Elena," the figure called, his voice urgent but familiar.


    Elena blinked, her vision adjusting to the sudden brightness that surrounded David, the faint glow spilling from him and keeping the shadows at bay. She knew it was him, but the sight of him now, in this supernatural state, still shook her.


    "David?" she whispered, disbelief and confusion twisting in her voice. She had thought she had him figured out—or at least she thought she’d started to—but now, seeing him like this... It was too much.


    The shadow creature recoiled from the light, twisting and shrinking back into the darkness, as if it couldn’t stand to be near him. David stepped toward her, his expression unreadable, eyes hard with focus.


    “We need to go. Now,” he said, urgency underlining every word. There was no hesitation in his voice, no room for doubt.


    Elena blinked again, her mind trying to catch up with the scene unfolding before her. She had just barely come to terms with Theo being a vampire, and now this—David, her brother, radiating light, fighting off shadows.


    “Go?” she echoed, her voice unsteady. “Where?”


    “There are some people you need to meet,” David replied, his tone tight and controlled as his gaze flicked back to the retreating shadows. “We don’t have much time, Elena.”


    Her heart pounded in her chest, confusion and fear swirling in a relentless storm. How could any of this be real? Only a few days ago, her world had felt so normal, so grounded. But now it felt like everything was unraveling—vampires, shadows, and now her brother with powers she couldn’t even begin to understand.


    Elena stared at him, questions boiling up inside her, but his expression told her now wasn’t the time. She had to push the shock and fear aside, at least for the moment.


    With a shaky nod, she followed him. Her mind whirled with a thousand things she wanted to ask, but her body moved on instinct, trusting that whatever this was, she needed to go with him. David led her down the street, the glow around him faint but enough to keep the shadows at bay.


    Every step they took, Elena felt the weight of the unknown pressing down on her. Vampires. Shadows. David. Whatever was coming next, it was clear her world had changed in ways she could never have imagined.


    As they moved quickly through the night, she glanced back over her shoulder, feeling the ominous presence of the shadows lurking, retreating but never truly gone.


    "David," she said, her voice shaky but determined, "what the hell is going on?"


    His eyes flicked to her briefly, a mix of concern and urgency in his gaze. "I''ll explain everything," he said, his tone softening just a fraction. "But first, we need to get somewhere safe."


    Elena nodded, but the questions wouldn’t stop piling up in her mind. The truth was, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answers.