The next morning he dropped her off in a blur.

According to him he had to move as fast as alightning bolt to not catch sunlight but Sarah could tell his exposed neck had caught the harsh ray hence the sunburn.

A red rash.

As if the skin was branded with a hot iron.

Sarah tried to make him stay so at least she could apply an ointment but he had shook his head and told her he had to caught on his sleep or their were chances of him turning into a zombie.

Reluctantly, she had to let him go.

Not without getting a peck on her lips, of course.

Shutting the door and bolting the latch, an earth shattering smile  that she couldn't seem to get rid of was intact on her lips.

She was humming to herself as she flipped on all the lights . There was a swing to her legs. For the first time in her life , she wanted to sing. .dance. laugh.

Not even her mother's untimely departure could rain on her parade.

Going towards the kitchen and flipping the stove on, she started to make a frothy cup of coffee to celebrate . .herself.

Him.

Them.

How stunning did it sound? Them? Us? We?

So that's why girls couldn't stop talking when they met their significant other? Because everything felt so dreamy and right and—Sarah laughed  .

Laughed because her heart felt heavy with love and so much of him. .

Mixing the milk and coffee , she thought about last night and her smile widened.

How did a terrible night  turned into a pivotal night of her life? How can a horrible night go from worse to . . simply wonderful?

The night they had stayed in his bed.

Turned towards each other, holding hands like they would never let go. .him bending down ever so often to kiss her forehead.

Just like that she had fallen asleep. Watching him . .watching her.

They didn't talk at all.

Just held each other in their glances.

Everything was going fine. More than fine. It was—

The doorbell rang, startling her .

Her heart swelled at the thought of him and she almost wished she had prepared two cups instead one.

The doorbell rang again.

Someone seemed impatient, she mused.

Quickly, she turned off the stove and wiped her hands on her wrinkled shirt—damn it! She hadn't even changed!

"Never mind. ." She muttered and then almost ran towards the door .

It was ringing for the third time.

Sarah thought to tease him out by not opening the door and making him wait but then her ever good heart didn't allow it.

With a full blown smile, she unlatched the door and opened the door wide .

"What are you. . .," She trailed off.

Smile wiped out of her face.

A beautiful woman stood on her threshold. Jet black hair,  ice blue eyes , red painted lips . Decked in a designer suit—

"Can I help you?" Sarah asked in a low voice.

The only vibe she was getting from her was. .not to mess with her.  Never be in her bad book.

"I'm afraid, yes." The woman smiled revealing white teeth .

And Sarah felt like—like she knew her which was so odd. She was sure they had never met.

Sarah cleared her throat.

"Yes?"

"Can I come in? it's a long story. This isn't an ideal place to tell." The woman smiled , stunning her .

And without thinking Sarah nodded. . backing off. . giving her space to come in.

The woman sighed in relief as if she didn't expect Sarah to let her in so fast.

As she entered , Sarah suddenly felt small. Felt her home going small in front of the gorgeous woman . It was obvious. The woman belonged at a palace.

Not here.

A confused Sarah gestured her to come in her lounging room with the crappy TV and the crappy couch in.

Still smiling, she moved in and then with a grace that only she could posses, she sat down.

The worn out couch suddenly not looking bad.

She was kind enough to make some space for her on the couch but Sarah declined.

She didn't want to sit at such an awkward angle.

She preferred standing.

"Very well, " she crossed her legs," my name is Darsana. And I believe you know my. .brother."

Sarah frowned. "Brother?"

Darsana nodded. " Yes. A Mr Damien. "

Oh.

Oh!

Sarah felt like all the color drained from her face. She was in her worst attire ever and Damien's beautiful sister was visiting her? Her house wasn't even clean enough! Why didn't Damien tell her she was going to drop by?!!

"Sarah?" She called her.

Snapping her attention back .

"Y-yes. I know him. .well. he didn't say you will be coming by. ."

"Looks like my brother never mentions me . .but that's expected of Damien." She waved her hand elegantly in dismissal.

Sarah had the question on the tip of her tongue.

Why are you here?

The ice blue eyes looked at her in a calculating manner.

"Now Sarah, please be very honest with me . Do you know. . what he is?" Darsana asked carefully.

At first she didn't get the question and then—

"A vampire." Sarah whispered as if it was a secret.

If he was vampire the his sister—

"So he did tell you. But the question is did he tell you everything, my dear girl?" Darsana asked softly.

And Sarah racked her brain for information.

"That he's a vampire and . .yeah. that's all." Sarah trailed off lamely.

Now feeling like she didn't know much.

What an idiot.

"It's not your fault. It's his. He should have been clear at the very start before. . giving away hopes ."

"Hopes? What are you talking about?" Sarah's eyebrows knotted together.

Darsana sighed softly.

"Have you heard about the Frienere family?"

"Yeah. They rule the vampire community."

Darsana kept looking at her as if expecting something and then she shook her head slightly. .her black curls moving around catching the light.

"We are the Frienere family. Damien is no ordinary vampire . He's  in line to the throne . His burden is heavy and I hate to say this but a human girl might not be suitable as his bride. But that's not the point. The dilemma is. .if he took a human as his bride. .he can't carom the throne. Do you understand? He will not be recognized as a Frienere. My dear girl, You have to severe this relation . Because love can conquer a heart but not a throne. "

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