I love reading and writing fantasy. This is me experimenting with my favourite genre.

Warning: 15+

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"Meghna!" A kid called after her as she ran towards the well hiding behind it, she peeked through but couldn't find him, 'Where did he go?' She wondered holding the edge of the well and that's when she felt arms around her and she screamed in fright almost falling into the well. But a hand held her and pulled her. A young boy stood infront of her, his eyes filled with worry as he looked onto her. His eyes were black but there was a hint of honey coloured outline in the Sun.

He looked innocent, a boy who could be in fifth grade, "Mai gir jaati toh?"

She found herseld questioning, her cheeks puffing, the young boy quickly apologised, "Sorry... agli baar nhi daraunga".

But the young girl wasn't up for his apologies, "Humesha yahi boltey ho, mai nhi khelungi tumhare saath abse", she declared and started walking away.

"Meghn-", the voice distorted and now it was of an adult she turned around to face a monster, a man with sharp black eyes, moustache painted red with blood and those pointy bloody teeth greeted her.

"Meghna you are mine in this life..."

She woke up with a start, it was still dark outside, Kavya who was on her laptop asked, "Kya hua phirse woh dracula aaya?"

Meerab didn't bother to answer as she went to the balcony to get some fresh air as she heard Kavya murmer under her breath, "Teen bajey baal kholkar ghumegi toh kya prince Harry aayega sapne".

She couldn't help but laugh calming herself, she hummed under her breath, feeling the gentle wind of the dawn caress her face, she felt alive.

She had been getting these dreams since she was twelve, everytime it ended differently. When she was younger her mother was convinced it was because of Twilight and TVD, but she didn't know Meerab had gained interest in those creatures because of her nightmares.

That day Meerab entered the lab with a sense of excitement, Fardeen Ahmed was the world's most renowned scientist to work with and the subject today was the most popular one. How many stories could she squeeze out of this one? She wondered with a smile.

Fardeen Ahmed was a tall man, with a broody personality he glanced over her and chuckled, "One more female assistant...".

She stopped, "Were you expecting a male ?" The question left her mouth. He shook his head with a sigh, "I just hoped for one...".

Ouch.

It bruised her ego, her excitement vanished as she realised this man was sexist.

"Why may I ask sir?"

He gave her side eye, "The female ones are interested in the subject more than the research".

"I am not like that sir", she answered back and he shrugged, "Let's hope so..."

She followed Fardeen to a secluded corner of the lab, where a metal table was covered with a white sheet. Fardeen lifted the sheet, and Meerab held in a gasp.

He looked pale and smooth, like a marble statue. His black hair contrasted with his white skin, framing his sharp features. His chest was bare, revealing a large wound on his heart. A tube was inserted into his neck, connected to a machine that monitored his vital signs. He was the epitome of a traditionalist vampire – aristocratic, charming, yet menacing. He had a glacial demeanor, unfriendly and aloof. He was a savage predator, brutal and bloodthirsty. He was a romantic enigma, brooding and mysterious. He was everything a woman could feare and desire

Meerab felt a surge of pain in her head, as if someone was stabbing her brain. She clutched her temples, trying to block out the images that flashed in her mind. She saw the subject's face, twisted in anger and lust in her distorted brain. She heard his voice, whispering in her ear. She felt his breath, his touch.

Was she going crazy?

The machine started beeping. They glanced at it, and noticed something strange. The vampire's temperature was rising. Slowly, but steadily. Fardeen checked the other readings, and saw that his heart rate and blood pressure were also increasing. He felt a chill run down his spine.

"Meerab I think we should step back. Something's happening to him. He's waking up." He warned, backing away from the table.

Meerab looked at the body, and felt a surge of fear. She couldn't move, she couldn't look away. She saw his eyelids flutter. He opened his eyes, and locked them with hers. They were black, with a hint of honey. He reached out his hand, and beckoned her to come closer. "Come to me..."

She felt a pull towards him, as if he had a magnetic force that drew her in. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't. She felt a strange connection to him, a bond that was stronger than her will.  She took a step towards him, then another, then another.

Fardeen watched in horror as Meerab approached the table. He tried to stop her, but it was too late. She was under the his spell, and nothing could break it. He grabbed a syringe from a nearby cabinet, hoping to inject the subject with a sedative. He ran towards the table, but the subject saw him coming. He snarled, and pushed Meerab behind him. He grabbed Fardeen's arm, and twisted it. Fardeen screamed, and dropped the syringe. He threw him across the room, and he crashed into a shelf. He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Meerab watched the scene, frozen in fear. She wanted to help Fardeen, but she couldn't move. She felt the his hand on her shoulder, and his breath on her neck. He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. He won't hurt you... but I will".

And he revealed his pointy white teeth, Meerab finally found the will and tried to break his grip but nothing happened, "Your blood it smells sweet, I wonder how it would taste", he dragged his cold finger from along her neck. He was a predator his eyes promised her, that he would suck her dry of all the blood she had.

She watched him uneasily with fear in her eyes.

The man had an icy smile in his heart, his fingernails slowly sharpened. He had lost most of his strength, he was craving for blood, he was thirsty.

"Murtasim...", she whispered her voice sweet and for a moment he started to think and wonder beyond his desires.

"Who is that?" He cocked an eyebrow out of curiousity, he didn't like the fact that his prey was muttering someone else's name as she laid in his arms about to be devoured.

Her entire body was trembling, she couldn't help but shiver at this foreign sensation that was taking over, emotions she felt them. Anger, jealousy and possesiveness. These weren't hers, the only emotion she had right now was fear.

Fear for her life.

This was how it would end? Twenty three years of struggle and she was going to die by the hands of a demon...

The pale look, the dead eyes, and sharp jawline, he looked like a dracula. His beard and moustache were neatly trimmed and she wondered who groomed him...

"Your name is Murtasim Khan", as soon as she said that he dropped her on the ground, he was clutching his head as images flashed too fast. He couldn't understand what was happening, "Are you a witch?"

He groaned in pain falling over.

What was happening?

She had no idea, but she didn't care as she ran for her life. While the confused vampire tried to figure out who he was, he had no memory.

He whispered the name, "Murtasim". He liked it, the headache was gone so was his prey. But the little woman had left a sweet trail behind her, he could smell her blood and he was thirsty for it.

"Meerab... Meerab... Meerab", he whispered her name savouring it's taste on his lips.

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Meerab was wide awake , her windows were closed, she held the prayer beads, her room had garlics, neem and every vampire repellent. She couldn't fall asleep because her nightmare had turned into a reality, and she was scared for her life. She was home alone.

His face, his eyes and those pointy teeth would flash infront of her eyes and she would scream, and now her imagination was supported by reality as she dreamt of him finally attacking her.

She woke up from one such nightmare and patted her chest reassuring herself that it was just a dream.

That's when she heard a voice, "Am I that scary?"

Meerab froze, her heart racing as she searched the room, her eyes wide with fear. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling.

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the dim light of her room.

Meerab's breath caught in her throat as Murtasim advanced towards her, his eyes gleaming with hunger. She stumbled backward, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. The room seemed to shrink around her, suffocating her with its oppressive darkness.

Murtasim's movements were graceful yet predatory, like a stalking panther closing in on its prey. Every step he took echoed in the silence, sending shivers down Meerab's spine. She frantically searched for an escape route, but her trembling legs refused to obey her commands.

Then, with lightning speed, Murtasim lunged forward, his fangs bared in a predatory snarl. Meerab's scream was swallowed by the darkness as his icy grip closed around her throat, squeezing the air from her lungs. She clawed at his hands, her nails digging into his cold flesh, but he only tightened his hold, his black eyes ablaze with primal lust.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air as Murtasim sank his teeth into Meerab's delicate skin, his mouth hot against her neck. Agony ripped through her veins like fire, each drop of blood torn from her body a searing torment. She could feel herself growing weaker with every passing moment, her vision dimming as darkness closed in around her.

But when Murtasim's cold lips touched her skin, Meerab felt a rush of sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced. Instead of pain, she was enveloped in a strange euphoria, a tingling warmth spreading from the point where his teeth sank into her neck. Her body went limp, her muscles relaxing as if under a spell.

At first, panic gripped her, urging her to fight back, to scream and struggle against the vampire's hold. But as Murtasim drank from her, a sense of calm washed over her, soothing her frayed nerves and quieting the frantic beating of her heart. It was as if she had been transported to another realm, a place where pain and fear held no sway.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of Murtasim's touch. Each pull of his lips sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins, a delicate dance of pleasure and pain that left her breathless and wanting more. It was a forbidden ecstasy, a forbidden pleasure, and yet she couldn't bring herself to resist it.

And as the last traces of her blood flowed into Murtasim's hungry mouth, but just as quickly as it had begun, the euphoria faded, leaving Meerab gasping for breath as reality came crashing back in. She stumbled backward, her hand instinctively rising to touch the wound on her neck, where twin puncture marks now marred her skin.

Murtasim watched her with hungry eyes, his lips stained crimson with her blood. "You taste even sweeter than I imagined".

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