Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Actually the reader is drunk, mentions of toxic family, Angst and too much fluff in the end. Negative thoughts. Gaslighting, Depressed reader. Mentions of Gambling. Mentions of death. Alec is aged up to 18! Dark themes. Upsetting childhood, trauma. Trigger warning!

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Does anyone even love you? No they don't. Why would they? After all, you are so bad. All the problem that happens with them is because of you. Why? Because you are unlucky that's what they call you. You laughed darkly pouring a drink in your glass remembering your pain. The whiskey filled the glass at the desired amount, you wanted it to be. Why did your parents raised you? Because you were the heiress.

Your grandmother didn't leave a single penny for anyone of your family. But before dying, she mentioned you in her will leaving everything of his property, cars, wealth even the mansion after your name. He always thought that you will be the right person to take care of his property. You won't be hesitant to help others with your money. Because she knew that you are a kind person. Unlike your dad, who would spend his entire money gambling in international pokers. Your mother would be busy showing off the wealth to other women to make them envy her.

You placed the whiskey bottle on the bar table. It was the personal bar in the mansion. Yes you grew up in a wealthy household. But a household, where relationships were considered as deals. Your grandma always loved you. She was so much affectionate to you. She always comforted you after your mother used to be mean to you. She always told you if something that is precious than wealth is love itself.

She always used to comfort you when you used to get nightmares. She always used to hug you lovingly when you craved for a mother's touch, something that your mother never gave it to you. But the woman who loved you so much died too. Why does that happen to you only? Why? You took a sip from your glass. Warm tears pooled up in your eyes as they grazed down your cold dry cheeks. The saltiness of the tears made your sensitive cheeks burn slightly. “Why does that happen to me always?” The voice came out of your throat as a question to yourself. You cleanched your eyes shut, the warms tears now grazed down your neck. You opened your eyes. Feeling your heart to pain in your misery.

Today was your dear grandma's birthday. This woman was the person who encouraged you to support the truth. She was someone for whom you would wake up in the morning just to get a glimpse of her beautiful face. She passed away 5 months ago. She wasn't with you anymore.

You then remembered your boyfriend actually your vampire Boyfriend. Alec. The most cheering playful guy who never failed to brighten up your mood. His thoughts made a warm soft smile appeared on your face. You remembered the time when you made him to meet with your grandma. He was so nervous. That he was practicing with his mirror. The meeting went really well. Your grandmother really liked him. She was glad that you have someone finally who would always keep you happy.

You finished the entire glass in one go. Everyone who loves you ends up dying in the end. You heard the door of the hall creaked open. You saw a shadow on the wall which was behind you was reflecting on the wall.

You turned around blinking at him. It was Alec. “Alec....” A low whisper escaped your lips.  You weren't sure what was he thinking actually. Your vision was hazy. Because you have been drinking too much. You tried to stood up from the stool only to trip on the floor. But before, your body could've touched the floor. You were in his cold arms. Even though he was wearing clothes but the cool temperature of his immortal body was felt.

He stroked your hair gently carresing your cheeks. He asked lowly, “Y/n, what's wrong baby?” He never let you go away from his arms. His every touch was comforting to you.

You snuggled more into his arms lovingly like a child wanting some loving touch. “Today is..gran-dma..'s birthday..” You croaked out. You were really drunk. Drinking has helped you to forget your pain.

“Oh...” He breathed. He pulled you in his lap. But you kept snuggling in his arms. You really craved for someone's love. Just the way, Your grandma always comforted you by being affectionate with you. Alec's caring nature did the same. “But please babe, don't drink from now onwards.” He insisted.

“Bu-But no loves me! If anyone ever loves me.... Then they end up dying always!” You complaint starting to cry. The sobs were really hurtful for anyone to hear. Your heart began to feel light after sharing the painful fact of your life which made your heart feel heavy with pain.

“Who said that? I will never leave you. Because I love you and wish to be with you for enternity.” He confessed, kissing the top of your head. You were confused. Yes, you were drunk. But sober enough to hear the first I love you from the guy with whom you are in love with.

Your eyes were widened in shock. You looked up at him. “Alec?” You called out. He hummed acknowledging he is listening looking at you. “Did you just that you love me?” Your tone was filled with seriousness. A guy said that he loves you. For the first time in your entire life a guy said that he loves you! You were going crazy inside. You were waiting for his response.

He answered easily without any hesitation, “Yes. I just said, I love you. Because I do.  Why you don't love me?” He asked you with a bit pain in his voice. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Ofcourse! I do!” You exclaimed happily. Hugging him tightly. You were unable to believe. But he really said that he loves you. Your grandma was right about him. Alec is the one! He is the one for you! He hugged you back kissing your hair.

“Then Quite drinking alcohol for me?”

“Obviously, I will! Because I have a reason to live. And that's you.”

You pulled away from the hug. Looking deep into his eyes. He leaned slightly towards your face not wanting to trigger you by hurrying it. You then leaned more closer. You kissed him. He was kissing you back with his soft lips. He really tasted good. It was probably honey? A bit of blood? However, it was amazing. You broke the kiss, because you didn't want to do anything special that you might not remember because of your drunk state. 

“Come baby, let's get you showered and make you drink some lemonade. I heard, lemonade helps to make the drunk sober.” He picked you up taking you to your bedroom slowly in human pace.

“Who told you about that?” You furrowed your eyebrows asking him.

“Because I have studied biology.”

Some people wants to be rich and some people just wants love. Being wealthy is happiness, that's untrue. Some people who you call rich are unhappy because they have wealth but not family and loved ones to care about them.