Chapter 2
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At fifteen, I was orphaned when my parents—mere blood servant descendants—died in an "accident." I became property of the Damian family, shipped off to this elite academy where vampires and privileged humans mingled.
He took the stage as the freshman representative, commanding attention without effort.
The spotlight caught him in his perfectly tailored black uniform, his eyes gleaming like pools of dark blood. Every word he spoke carried the weight of absolute authority—a true prince of darkness.
In that moment, the world went silent around me.
Maybe this is what they mean by being thunderstruck—or bewitched.
I only knew that Damian would forever be someone I feared, respected, and—God help me—hopelessly craved.
I spent the pre-term break trapped in Damian's ancestral estate.
The ancient castle brooded in perpetual fog, each stone seeping with centuries of cold history.
Damian's friend Jasper had hair like living flame—a vampire whose very presence screamed danger.
When Jasper first saw me, he circled me like a predator, his scarlet eyes drinking me in with undisguised hunger.
"So this is the legendary 'Moonlight Blood'? Damn, she smells…" He licked his lips. "…delicious."
I clutched my clothes, heart hammering, frozen like prey before a predator.
"Enough, Jasper."
Damian didn't even look up from the antique dagger he was polishing, but his soft utterance of Jasper's name carried unmistakable menace.
Jasper's smile vanished instantly. He raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back.
"Fine, fine. Just having a little fun."
He winked at me. "Welcome to the family, little blood bag."
That was the first time Damian had ever defended me, however slightly.
Unlike other vampires, Damian maintained a veneer of civility beneath his cruelty.
