Oops, My Vampire Ex Wants a Do-Over!

Lucian stood by the entrance, his expression unreadable. Kris noticed my reaction and followed my gaze.

“Oh,” we said in unison.

“I’ll be out back. I’m no match for a pureblood, but if you need help, scream,” Kris muttered before slipping away as Lucian approached. I turned my attention back to work, not ready to face him.

“So, this is why you didn’t come home? Planning to see someone else?” Lucian’s voice was calm but laced with anger.

“How long have you been listening?” I asked, not bothering to look at him.

Kris and I covered a lot in our conversation. If he overheard everything, it would save me trouble from having to explain.

“Since she suggested you find someone else,” he replied coldly.

I could feel the tension radiating off him, his presence suffocating. “Change your friend. I don’t like her around you,” he ordered.

I scoffed in disbelief. “And what if I said I don’t like the people around you? Would you change them?” The words came out before I could stop them, surprising us both. A dhampir standing up to a pureblood—his friends would have a field day with this.

“You and I have different circumstances,” he said, clearing his throat.

I laughed, incredulously. “Exactly. You and I are different. And Kris was right. Leave her alone.”

I locked eyes with his crimson gaze, my anger boiling over. How dare he push me around just because I’m a half-blood?

I turned to leave, desperate to get away, but he ported right in front of me, yanking me toward the back rooms.

“Let me go!” I shouted, tugging at my arm, but his grip was ironclad. “Lucian!”

He slammed me against the wall, and before I could react, his teeth sank into my neck. I froze, gasping as he aggressively drank my blood.

Alarms blared in my mind, and I wanted to scream for help, but all that came out was his name, barely a whisper.

“Lucian…”

He pulled away, his eyes still wild with that animalistic hunger. Fear and anger surged through me, and with whatever strength I had left, I slapped him as hard as I could.

We were stuck in a tense, awkward silence. Lucian slowly turned back to me, snapping back to his senses. He took a step back as I fought to stay on my feet.

“I’m going to cool off,” he muttered, then walked away.

I slumped to the floor, watching him disappear into the darkness. As soon as he was out of sight, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, and I silently cried my heart out.

Lucian went radio silent after that. Not that I’d know if he tried to call because I blocked him. But he could’ve found a way to let me know he was still around, instead of vanishing like smoke.

I threw myself into work over the next few days, tending to the bar during peak hours, which left me too busy to think about Lucian. The chaos was a welcome distraction.

Then the weekend arrived, and Lucian reappeared in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

The club was closed to the public for a private rave—supernaturals only. With everyone letting loose, the workload was ten times more intense. I was in the middle of a rush when Kris tapped my shoulder and whispered, “He’s here.”

I looked up, and before I could process it, Lucian was already standing there, shoving a bouquet of roses in my face.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a moment of your time?” His voice was gentle, almost too soft for him.

I took a deep breath, my mind spinning. Should I hear him out? Or would turning him away be the smarter choice?

But despite what my mind was telling me, I found myself nodding like an idiot.