My confidence and resolve are short-lived. The unease slithering through me intensifies as the Dark Man's hand tightens on my arm, pulling me away from the clamor of the crowd towards a quieter corner of the chamber.
His intensity is palpable, radiating off him in waves that make my skin crawl. I can't bring myself to meet his stare, my gaze fixed on the cold stone floor as we move. Once we are shrouded in shadow, away from prying eyes, he releases me.
The silence hangs heavy between us, broken only by the echo of my ragged breathing. "You..." I mumble, the word barely escaping my lips. "What is your name?"
The corners of his mouth curl into a wry smile. "My name is Arlo," he says, voice low and resonant. "And you, Evie, are a vampire."
The word hangs in the air, heavy with implications I am only beginning to grasp.
"No more sunrises or sunsets for you," he continues, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
"But you are stronger, faster, your senses heightened beyond anything you've ever experienced. You're practically indestructible."
His words paint a picture of exhilarating power, a stark contrast to the fragile human I was just moments ago. But even as a thrill courses through me, a cold dread settles in my stomach.
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"But you must learn control," Arlo cautions, his voice hardening. "This hunger... it can consume you if you let it. And remember, Evie, you are not immortal. You can be killed. It's just... harder, much harder."
His words are a stark reminder of the danger lurking beneath the surface of this newfound power. I am a predator now, but I could still become prey. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
"You’ll age slower, much slower than others," Arlo adds as if reading my thoughts. "But you are not invincible. Never forget that."
The weight of his words presses down on me, a stark reminder of the precarious balance I now have to navigate. Power and vulnerability intertwined in a dance of darkness and light.
A question tugs at the edges of my mind, pushing through the haze of new information. "How do you know my name?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion. "I don't think I told you."
Arlo's smile widens, revealing a hint of amusement. "I've been tasked with keeping you safe, Evie," he explains. "Your progress as a doctor, your work at the hospital... it didn't go unnoticed."
His words spark a flicker of understanding. I have always been driven, and determined to make a difference in the world through medicine. But my dedication has made me a target, drawing me into a supernatural conflict I hadn't even known existed.
"Vampires saw you as a potential asset," Arlo continues his voice grave. "But you also caught the attention of others. Demons, angels... you were a prize worth fighting over." A chill runs down my spine as the reality of his words sinks in. I am not just a pawn in a game between vampires; I am caught in a war between the forces of heaven and hell. And now, I am one of the monsters, some prize.