As Alexander watched her, he couldn't look away. It wasn't just Emma's beauty that caught his attention—it was the courage in her eyes.
That mix of strength and vulnerability stirred something inside him, emotions he had locked away for centuries. When he first saw her days ago, she hadn't affected him like this.
"Good morning, Sir," Emma greeted, her voice steady even though her heart was racing.
"Hm," Alexander replied, his tone calm, though his eyes lingered on her longer than usual.
For a brief moment, something unspoken passed between them. Emma didn't notice, but her presence had awakened something in Alexander, something he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Alexander gave her a task to arrange the files on his desk, which were scattered and out of place.
Emma nodded and walked toward the desk. Carefully, she began sorting the files, her hands moving steadily even though her emotions were a mess. She focused on the task, creating order out of the mess.
Alexander, meanwhile, watched her every move. He couldn't explain the pull he felt toward her. It wasn't like him to be so drawn to a human.
Emma didn't notice his gaze. She was too busy arranging the papers, the soft rustle filling the quiet room. When she finished, she looked up briefly, meeting Alexander's eyes before quickly lowering hers.
"Is there anything else, Sir?" she asked politely.
Alexander hesitated, fighting an internal battle he didn't fully understand. "No. That will be all for tonight," he said, his voice steady despite his thoughts.
"Okay sir. " Emma said before leaving the office.
As the door closed behind her, Alexander sat back in his chair, his mind lingering on her. There was something about Emma that intrigued him. She was different, her innocence and quiet strength standing out in his dark world.
On Saturday, the sun lit up the city as Emma sat in a cozy coffee shop with her best friend, Sarah. They sipped lattes, surrounded by the warm buzz of chatter and laughter.
"Alright, Emma, spill the details," Sarah said with a playful grin. "How's the new job? Any handsome coworkers?"
Emma blushed, her cheeks turning pink. "Well, there is one person..." She paused before continuing. "The CEO, Mr. Blackwood. He's... really handsome, Sarah. Like, unbelievably handsome."
Sarah's eyes widened with excitement. "The CEO? Tell me more! Is he tall, dark, and mysterious?"
Emma laughed. "Exactly! He has this serious vibe, and his eyes are so intense."
Sarah leaned in, her grin widening. "Sounds like someone has a crush on her boss!"
Emma rolled her eyes but laughed along. "It's not like that, Sarah. I just find him... interesting. There's something about him I can't explain."
They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and laughing. Sarah's playful teasing lifted Emma's spirits, helping her forget the stress of her job for a while.
As Emma walked home later, she replayed their conversation in her mind. Despite Sarah's jokes, she couldn't deny there was something about Alexander Blackwood that made her heart flutter.
That evening, Emma sat by her window, staring at the night sky. She picked up her phone and sent Sarah a message:
You were right. There's something about him that makes my heart race. Every time I see him, it's like butterflies in my stomach. What does this mean?
Sarah's reply came quickly:
It means you're living the start of a great romance! Maybe he's the one to sweep you off your feet.
Emma chuckled at her friend's words, but deep down, she couldn't stop thinking about Alexander. There was a mystery around him she wanted to solve, and a feeling in her heart she couldn't ignore.
Unknowingly, the butterflies she felt were mirrored in Alexander's mind. Both of them were drawn into a connection neither could fully understand yet. It was the beginning of a journey that would test the limits of their worlds and bring their hearts together in ways they couldn't imagine.
The city, once full of life, had turned quiet and strange as night fell. Emma walked quickly through the dimly lit streets, her heart pounding. She felt uneasy, her eyes scanning for any sign of danger. A cold breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, sounding like faint whispers in the darkness.
Her phone rang. It was her father, James. "Hello dad. Yes I'm on my way home. Don't worry I'm fine"
She said all that but deep down she knew something was wrong but she couldn't put her finger to it.
Her footsteps echoed loudly in the still night, and strange noises, like distant murmurs, filled the air. The flickering streetlights cast shadows that seemed to move, playing tricks on her mind. "God this news story is already playing with my mind."
Emma's breathing quickened, and her heart raced. She told herself it was just her imagination, but the feeling that someone was watching her wouldn't go away. "Oh God." She whispered.
Then, out of the shadows, a figure appeared. Its shape was strange, almost unreal, like it was flickering in and out of existence. Emma froze, fear gripping her as she tried to understand what she was seeing.
What on earth was that?
The figure looked like it was made of the darkness itself, something mysterious and not of this world. Emma couldn't see the face but only its blazing eyes and it's crooked fingers.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The figure stayed silent, its dark eyes staring at her with an intensity that made her shiver. Emma felt something powerful and ancient surrounding it, a presence she couldn't explain.
Her instincts told her to run, but she gathered her courage and stepped back. The figure moved too, matching her step with an unsettling ease. Despite her fear, Emma felt a strange connection to it, as if her world and something beyond were colliding.
Caught between terror and curiosity, Emma didn't run. She stood still, her eyes locked on the mysterious figure.
This became the moment where the human world and vampire realm would start to collide.