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'My Beloved' He called her, Kaylani was not having any of it ,

But just how easy was it to escape the clutches of a 3000 year old creature of the night with the hots for you?
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"Do you really think all of this can keep me out?" Kelevi asked, taking in the garlic curtains and red beans sprayed everywhere with deep amusement.

"If that doesn't work, this will." Kaylani replied with determination, brandishing the wooden dagger fiercely in the air.

"Ah...You would stake me?" Kelevi gasped with mock horror, watching as Kaylani's eyes narrowed in that familiar manner they always did when she was seething in anger.

"If you do not leave, I will." Kaylani promised solemnly, Kelevi chuckled darkly as he took another step closer to Kaylani, watching as she equally retreated another step back.

Kelevi took note of the wall behind Kaylani, lips stretching into a smirk revealing his glinting sharp fangs as he realized she would soon run out of steps to take away from him.

"I came with a proposal... dump that boyfriend of yours and come to me." Kelevi stated as though it was the most natural request to ask your neighbor to leave her four year boyfriend for a vampire.

"Why would I even do that?" Kaylani seethed,

"Because you rightfully belong to me Lani and no one else... because he can never satisfy your darkest desires like I can." Kelevi said in a deep, guttural tone, eyes dark with desire.

"What do you know about my desires?" Kaylani challenged, tone still as cold and fierce as it always was.

"I will have you writhing in pleasure beneath me, your pleasure trove dripping wet, chanting my name as though it was your last prayer as I take you over and over again till you forget where I end and where you begin." Kelevi swore, his words sending a jolt of desire right down to Kaylani's core.

*Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist*

Mr Vampire Next Door

It was early evening in the Evercrest City and in a private room within the ever busy police department, a man was sitting across the table from a detective and he was being insistently questioned.

His head was hung low, hiding his eyes from view and for the past hour, not a single word had been uttered from his lips even in the light of the detective's demanding questions.

It was unclear whether the man could hear the questions of the detective and chose to ignore him or was so stuck in his own mind that he could not hear the words of the detective at all.

But whichever the case was, the man's silence only served to infuriate the detective even further.

"Mr Richard! Does this look like a joke to you?!" The detective demanded in a fierce tone as he slammed a hand down on the table.

What the detective detested the most was witnessing such ruthless criminals begin to play the part of the victim yet it seemed they always did it.

Mischief Arrives (Ch.116)