The Rapture

My phone buzzed in my hand, a text from Arlo flashing on the screen. He was still enjoying his night out, keeping an eye on the crowd as always:

Two guys at the bar, deep in conversation. One's got a shaved head, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves. The other's more clean-cut, but there's an intensity in his eyes.

Girl on the dance floor, owning it. Wearing a short black dress, and moves like she's been dancing her whole life.

A couple at a table, heads close together. She's laughing, he's got this crooked smile that makes him look like he's up to something.

I approach the tattooed man at the bar, my aura a deep maroon swirling around me as I lean against the polished wood with a casual smile.

"Hey there," I begin, my voice low and inviting. "You seem like a man who appreciates beautiful things."

His crimson aura flickers with interest as he raises an eyebrow. "That depends on what we're talking about."

"I'm talking about the woman in your life," I continue, my gaze steady. "I bet she's stunning. Would you mind sending me a picture?"

He hesitates, his aura pulsing with a challenge. A silent battle of wills ensues, our auras clashing in the space between us. My maroon deepens, my resolve unwavering. Finally, a flicker of admiration crosses his face.

"Alright," he concedes, a smirk playing on his lips. He pulls out his phone and sends me a photo of a woman with a captivating smile.

My phone chimes with the new message. I exhale softly, the tension in my aura easing.

"Thank you," I say warmly, leaning in to give him a light kiss on the cheek. "She's lovely."

He shakes his head as I start to get up, “May I have a photo of my own?” he tries to ask quickly before you leave.

“Oh sir your wife is so beautiful, you do not need my photo.” I smile as I slide into the stool looking at the clean-cut man. My aura brushed against his scarlet one, sparking a subtle tension.

"You seem lost in thought," I observe. "Anything I can help with?"

He looks up, his aura flaring defensively. "Just thinking about work," he lies, the deception clear in the fluctuations of his red aura.

"Come on," I challenge playfully, my aura pushing gently against his. "I bet you're thinking about someone special. A wife, perhaps?"

He tries to resist, his aura pushing back, but mine deepens to a dark, nearly black color, my will unwavering. He finally relents with a sigh, a flicker of respect in his eyes.

"Alright, you win." He sends a photo of a woman with kind eyes.

My phone chimes again.

"She has a beautiful smile," I comment, rewarding him with a soft kiss on the cheek.

As I leave the bar towards the dance floor I see Alro sitting with the first two men and Vivinne waving at me with pride.

I join the dancer, my maroon aura intertwining with his vibrant red one as we match each other's energy and rhythm. As we move, I lean in close, my voice barely audible over the music.

"You're an amazing dancer," I compliment. "I bet your wife loves watching you move."

He laughs, his aura pulsing with amusement. "I'm not married."

My aura flickers with disappointment, but I quickly recover. "Well, then, I'm sure there's a special someone who appreciates your talent."

A playful challenge sparks in his ruby-red aura. "There is. She's the one who taught me everything I know."

He then looks deep into my eyes, “You are also very pretty and look like someone special.”

In response dancing to his lead, “I am, but I want to learn more about this special person in your life, do you have a photo to send me?”

My maroon aura intensifies, meeting his challenge head-on. Our silent struggle continues as we dance, our auras swirling and clashing. Finally, he grins, conceding with a nod. He sends me a photo of a woman with a dancer's grace.

Another chime from my phone.

"She must be very proud," I say, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as the song ends.

I approach the two men chatting together at the table, my aura radiating warmth and acceptance, a stark contrast to their intertwined shades of crimson.

"You two seem so happy together," I remark sincerely. "It's beautiful to see."

They smile at each other, their auras pulsing in unison. "We are," one of them responds. "We're lucky to have found each other."

I nod. "I'd love to have a picture of you both. A reminder of the love that's possible."

Their auras hesitate a flicker of resistance passing between them. My maroon aura strengthens a gentle persuasion emanating from me. They exchange a look, then nod in agreement. They take a photo together, all three of us smiling, and send it to me.

My phone chimes one last time, signaling my victory.

"Thank you," I say, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. "You're an inspiration."

The table buzzes with the men's sudden departure, their hands waving back at me in a mixture of concession and admiration. My eyes follow their path towards the VIP lounge, where Arlo stands, his grin radiating a father's pride. I can't help but return the gesture, my wave a triumphant flourish.

Vivienne slides into the seat beside me, a celebratory glass already in her hand. "Aura control like that, in a vampire so new... I'm beyond proud, Evie."

Her words warm me more than the sweet rush of blood as I take a grateful sip. "Thank you," I manage, my own smile mirroring hers. Our glasses clink once more, our gazes fixated on Arlo. Vivienne's whisper sends a shiver down my spine. Her aura, a vibrant red, begins to intertwine with mine. A sense of unease prickles at my skin. "No," I murmur, my voice barely audible.

"Oh, come on, Evie," she purrs, her voice laced with playful mischief. "A little flash, a subtle reminder that we're in control. It'll drive them wild."

The idea takes root, twisting into something exhilarating. A smile tugs at my lips. "That's a great idea," I find myself saying, the words foreign yet strangely fitting.

As we then stand up and pull our shirts and bras in unison over our heads, flashing the entire club our bare chests. Vivienne snaps a quick photo of both of us, with her free hand. I barely register the flash before we're both lowering our shirts, a bold display of victory.

"Should we go join the men, gloat some more?" Vivienne asks, her eyes gleaming.

My smile widens. "Yes," I say, my voice ringing with newfound confidence. "They need to learn that women are strong too."

She leads the way towards the VIP room, her words echoing in my ears. "We are strong, Evie. Never forget that."

I follow her, the thrill of power mingling with a growing sense of unease, I can't help but wonder if I'm truly in control, or if I'm simply playing a new game.

The announcement for the last call echoes through the club, its finality a stark counterpoint to the night's escalating excitement. As Vivienne and I approach the stairs leading to the VIP room, the weight of the moment intensifies.

The VIP room unfolds before us, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the dance floor below. Gone are the chattering crowds, the clinking glasses, the pulsating music. Now, it's an arena of hushed anticipation, its vastness accentuated by the absence of its usual occupants.

Through the expansive glass windows, the dance floor sprawls like a miniature world, its colorful lights reflecting off the room's sleek surfaces. Leather couches, deep and inviting, curve around the perimeter, encircling a cluster of circular tables - seven in total all facing towards the windows with a private door behind. The seven private rooms stand sentinel, their doors closed, their secrets hidden.

As Vivienne and I ascend the stairs, the seven men rise in unison, their applause a quiet acknowledgment of my triumph. The room crackles with a strange tension, a blend of respect, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of unease. Tonight, I feel a shift in the power dynamics, and even in this haven of exclusivity, the air hums with the promise of something unexpected.

As we reach the top of the stairs, the men introduce themselves one by one, their voices a mix of formality and curiosity.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Evie," the first man says, extending his hand. "I'm James. You certainly made quite an impression on my wife tonight." He chuckles a hint of ruefulness in his tone.

"And I'm Michael," the second man adds, his smile a touch more strained. "You have a remarkable talent."

The introductions continue, each man acknowledging my presence with a mixture of admiration and veiled chagrin. The lone dancer, whose name I learn is David, offers a playful wink. "You're quite the dancer yourself, Evie. Maybe we'll have a rematch sometime?"

The couple from the table, John and Mark, exchange a glance before John speaks. "Congratulations on your win. Your aura control is truly impressive."

Then, Alistair steps forward, his greeting catching me off guard. "Evie," he says, his voice smooth as velvet. "An unexpected pleasure. I must commend you on your performance tonight."

I hadn't seen him enter the club at all, assuming he'd remained secluded in his mansion. His presence adds another layer of intrigue to the already charged atmosphere.

Finally, Arlo approaches. He pulls me into a warm embrace, his whisper barely audible against my ear, yet carrying a weight that resonates deep within me. "I am so proud of you," he murmurs, his words a balm against the night's exhilarating chaos.

Vivienne, ever the orchestrator, takes a seat beside me as I squeeze onto the couch next to Arlo, and Alistair sits directly across from me. The arrangement feels deliberate, the air thick with unspoken tension. The night is far from over, and I can't help but wonder what is in store for us next.

Alistair's gaze shifts from me to Vivienne, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Vivienne, my dear," he begins, his voice laced with amusement, "you certainly know how to make an entrance. And a statement." His eyes twinkle as he adds, "I do approve of the training Arlo has been providing Evie, though it seems she still has much to learn about keeping her guard up, wouldn't you agree?"

His words, though lighthearted, sting with a touch of truth. I flush, realizing how easily I'd fallen under Vivienne's sway.

"However," Alistair continues, his tone softening, "this is only her first week. The effort is commendable." He turns back to me, his expression serious. "Tell me, Evie, what has Arlo been teaching you?"

I swallow, feeling a sudden wave of self-consciousness. "He's shown me the Nexus points," I begin, my voice a bit hesitant. "And the different factions... their strengths and weaknesses. And... he's been helping me with my aura control."

Alistair nods slowly, his eyes studying me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle.

"Good, Arlo," Alistair says, nodding his approval. "Now, what laws has he taught you about our world, our nature?"

I take a deep breath, trying to recall the lessons Arlo has drilled into me. "The Law of Sire's Command," I start, feeling a bit more confident now.

Vivienne chimes in with a playful smirk. "Oh, that was a fun one."

I continue, "And... we're forbidden from making ghouls."

"Very good," Alistair encourages.

"And... we can't travel using a Nexus unless we've already been to the destination."

Alistair's eyes gleam with a hint of satisfaction. "Excellent, Evie. It seems Arlo has been doing a fine job educating you on the fundamentals."

"Now, I'm going to tell you another," Alistair continues, his voice taking on a graver tone. "The powers that wheel this world." He pauses for effect, his gaze sweeping across our faces. "There are two ruling angels in the world, one ruling devil, and three ruling vampires."

The revelation hangs heavy in the air, its implications both exhilarating and terrifying. A world governed by such powerful beings, their influence extending far beyond the shadows... it's a concept that both intrigues and unnerves me.

"There was a great war," Alistair continues, his voice echoing the weight of history, "not unlike the human great wars, but it lasted two hundred years." His words paint a picture of a conflict of unimaginable scale and duration.

"The knights and the demons fought in Al-Qadima," he reveals, "over the Nexus and the souls of that area." The revelation sends a shiver down my spine. Al-Qadima, a land steeped in ancient power and mystery, is a battleground for a conflict that spanned centuries. The stakes, it seems, were higher than I could have ever imagined.

"We currently live under a truce across all the factions," Alistair continues, his voice taking on a more hopeful tone. "Each faction has three Nexus points, and there are three neutral points." He pauses, letting the information sink in.

"The vampire lords agreed to have one ruling lord every 100 years, with the transition happening in the 99th year of a century," he explains. "I am the current Lord of the vampires. Seraphina my predecessor. And Balthazar will be my successor. He's the oldest vampire in the world."

A wave of awe washes over me. Balthazar, the oldest vampire in existence, is the one destined to rule after Alistair. The thought is both thrilling and daunting.

Alistair continues, "Also, all the factions made a pact that we will stay anonymous to humans and be bound to follow local human laws."

The gravity of this agreement settles over me. A world of supernatural beings, bound by a delicate balance of power and secrecy. It's a fragile peace, one that could shatter at any moment.

"I'm telling you all this," Alistair begins, his voice firm despite the somber undertones, "because, at the end of Seraphina's reign, an event happened that may break this fragile truce... right here in Veritas."

He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle. "It's nothing for you to be too concerned over," he continues, trying to reassure us, "but as the leader of the vampires, I want to make sure everyone is aware that we must do everything possible to keep this truce."

His gaze sweeps across the room, meeting each pair of eyes. "Me telling you this in person, as the Lord of the Vampires, should convey the importance of this to all vampires. Our very lives may depend on it."

The silence that follows is heavy, charged with the unspoken understanding of the stakes. The fragile peace we've enjoyed for so long hangs in the balance, and the responsibility to preserve it rests on all our shoulders.

A wave of determination washes over me, solidifying my resolve. I meet Alistair's gaze with a newfound confidence. "I will do everything in my power to keep this peace," I declare, my voice steady and clear. "I'll try my best to follow the laws of this new world, and the old one too, to help keep things stable."

My words hang in the air, a solemn promise echoing through the quiet room. The weight of responsibility settles on my shoulders, but it doesn't feel crushing. Instead, it fuels a sense of purpose, a fire lit within me to protect this delicate balance, safeguard the lives of my fellow vampires, and navigate this complex world with wisdom and strength.

Vivienne, with a playful lilt in her voice, breaks the heavy silence, "Alistair, my dear, you're positively dreary! One would think you were attending a funeral, not celebrating a newfound lease on life."

She then turns to Evie, giving her a gentle nudge, "Don't let him dampen your spirits, girl. You're young, free, and full of possibilities. Go out there and have some fun! Break a few rules, dance under the moonlight, maybe even a skinny dip in the ocean," she adds with a mischievous wink at Alistair.

"Of course," Vivienne continues, her tone turning serious, "If your life is in danger, protect yourself. But above all, remember to savor every moment of this new chapter."

Alistair, a faint smile playing on his lips, looks up at Vivienne. "My dear," he says, rising gracefully from his seat, "I believe you're right."

"Vivienne," Alistair's voice cuts through the lingering silence, "it appears the night is drawing to a close." He extends a hand towards her, a gesture both courteous and subtly intimate.

"Indeed, Alistair," Vivienne replies, her smile warm and genuine.

You watch them, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. Vivienne and Alistair? Together? The thought sends a ripple through my mind.

"It seems we've outlasted the party." She takes his hand, and together they turn to face the others.

Looking around I notice we are indeed the only people left in the club. One by one, the men approach you, their expressions a mix of admiration and respect.

"Congratulations on your victory," the first man says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You certainly gave us a run for our money."

"Indeed," another adds. "It was an honor to witness such a display of power in someone so young."

"Farewell, Evie," a third man says, bowing his head slightly. "May your journey be filled with success and happiness."

"And to you, Alro," another adds, turning to your companion. "May your bond remain strong and unbreakable."

Their words fill you with a sense of warmth and belonging, a stark contrast to the uncertainty you felt moments earlier. Despite the lingering questions about Vivienne and Alistair, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for their support and camaraderie.

The last echoes of laughter and conversation fade as the final guest departs, leaving us alone in the quiet restaurant. Arlo's gaze lingers on me, a warmth in his eyes that makes my heart flutter. He steps closer, his hand gently cupping my cheek.

"Evie," he murmurs, his voice a low caress, "you were radiant tonight."

His words send a shiver of delight through me. I lean into his touch, needing this moment of connection after the whirlwind of the evening.

"Thank you, Arlo," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. "I had a wonderful time."

Arlo's gaze holds mine, his eyes shimmering with an intensity that sends a thrill through me. The air crackles with unspoken emotions, and I find myself holding my breath.

"Evie," he begins, his voice husky with emotion, "you are...special."

He pauses, searching for the right words, and I can see the sincerity in his expression.

"I know it's only been a few nights," he continues, "but there's something about you...a pull, a connection, that I can't explain. It's like my heart recognizes you, even if my mind can't quite catch up."

His words wash over me like a warm embrace, filling me with a sense of wonder and hope. I've felt it too, this undeniable attraction, this sense that we're meant to be together.

"Arlo," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion, "I feel it too."