Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 66: Fire and Storm

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Why did everything feel like a twisted nightmare—one that no one wanted, yet at the same time, one that someone would dream of having but could never truly grasp because of fear?

It was surreal, like a hauntingly beautiful painting smeared with the colors of chaos and tragedy. A scene that lingered on the edge of fantasy and reality, seductive yet horrifying, the kind of moment that one might secretly crave in the depths of their imagination but would never dare to wish for in real life.

The fire and rain clashed violently, nature itself waging war. The downpour should have extinguished the inferno, yet the flames roared in defiance, refusing to die. It was as if the wreckage itself resisted fate, choosing to burn even in the face of the storm. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and damp earth, a suffocating mix of destruction and renewal.

And in the midst of it all, Zethan and Lilia stood on the desolate road, locked in a kiss that had no place in such a maddening time.

The moment was intoxicating—forbidden.

Zethan's eyes widened slightly as he felt her soft lips against his—warm, trembling—the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood mixing with the rain. The sweetness coursed through his senses, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. It was too good. Too great. So dangerously exquisite that it needed to be forbidden to prevent the chaos it could unleash. Something deep within him stirred, something ancient and insatiable.

This was not what he had expected. He thought she would recoil in horror, that she would run the moment she saw his blood-red eyes.

And yet, she didn't.

Though inexperienced, the way she kissed him revealed that he was her first. That knowledge alone sent a thrill through him, intensifying the wildfire of emotions raging inside.

He had expected fear.

He had expected rejection.

But instead—she kissed him.

And that—more than the fire, more than the storm, more than the nightmare yet sweet, unforgettable dream unfolding around them—was what truly shocked him.

It was like a nightmare and the sweetest dream clashing together.

This was more than just maddeningly, beautifully ironic.

This was a dream laced with terror, a painting of desire stained with the ink of fear, and yet, neither of them pulled away.

Zethan leaned in, deepening the kiss. Her lips were soft, addictive—the taste of her blood maddening. Everything about this moment was different, new, intoxicating. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, claiming her in a way he never thought he would, his hands roaming her body as if trying to memorize every inch of her.

Lilia moaned against his lips, the sound sending a jolt through his veins, awakening something primal, something uncontrollable.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

But even as passion consumed them, a shadow loomed over this moment, whispering of consequences neither of them could yet see.

Yet, neither of them stopped.

Because in this forbidden moment, nothing else mattered.

Lilia herself had never expected her first kiss to happen here. A tear slipped from her eye—why was this so scarily perfect?

But then—

He froze.

A sharp realization cut through his haze of desire like a knife.

Her body was shaking.

Not from pleasure. Not from him.

From the cold.

The rain had soaked her through, her delicate frame trembling against his. Her gown clung to her skin like a second layer, highlighting every curve, every fragile line of her body. The storm raged on, heavy droplets rolling down their faces, sliding between their lips, mixing with blood.

His hands, once feverish, stilled.

Slowly, he pulled away. His forehead rested against hers, his breathing uneven, his mind in chaos.

Neither of them moved.

For a long, breathless moment, they simply stood there—trapped in a reality neither of them fully understood.

Zethan's fingers brushed over her cheeks, wiping away the raindrops that weren't rain anymore—were they?

And then, without thinking, he kissed her again.

Just a soft, lingering peck.

A goodbye—or perhaps a promise.

And that was when he knew.

He was addicted to her.

The realization settled deep in his bones, sending a slow, dark thrill through him. The fear he had felt when he realized she was in danger—it had been unlike anything he had ever known. He wasn't meant to feel like this. He wasn't meant to care like this.

And yet—he did.

Now, with her trembling in his arms, her golden-brown eyes staring into his with something dangerously close to trust, he knew one thing for certain.

He could never let her go.

But then, it hit him.

This had been the plan all along.

They knew this will happen—knew that after the accident, he would rush to investigate, leaving Lilia vulnerable.

That was their real intention.

They had orchestrated this—to take her.

But what they hadn't expected was her.

Lilia had changed.

She had grown braver, stronger. He had seen it in her eyes, in the way she fought back instead of breaking. The realization sent another rush through him.

The fragile girl he had met was no longer the same.

She was evolving.

Zethan's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

They had made a mistake.

And he was going to make them regret it.

A flicker of amusement danced in his blood-red eyes as he glanced toward the burning wreckage. The fire reflected in his irises, glowing like a sickening mockery of what had nearly happened.

And then—he whispered, voice laced with twisted amusement.

"Let's play the game."

A sharp gasp escaped Lilia's lips.

Her body shuddered violently now, the cold finally sinking its claws into her. She looked smaller than before, fragile in the dim glow of the fire that had begun to quench. Her torn gown did nothing to shield her from the storm, and her damp skin glistened under the flashes of lightning.

As if on cue, headlights cut through the darkness.

Bright, blinding.

Lilia instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes.

Zethan's expression darkened instantly.

A flicker of displeasure crossed his sharp features as his gaze swept over her.

The way the wet fabric molded to her body left nothing to the imagination.

A dangerous glint passed through his crimson eyes.

His jaw clenched.

His teeth gnashed together.

Then—

A blur of movement.

Lucas arrived, his figure slicing through the rain at an inhuman speed. Water streamed off his dark coat as he skidded to a stop, his sharp gaze flickering between Zethan and Lilia before settling on the wreckage. His eyes widened—just slightly—but the expression was gone in an instant, buried beneath a practiced mask of indifference.

Then, Zethan's voice rang out.

Sharp. Commanding.

"Get the cloak."

Lucas hesitated. A fraction of a second.

"Do you mean the waterproof clo—"

Zethan's gaze snapped to him.

Deadly. Unyielding.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Lucas, unless you want your head rolling between the rain and this burning car."

Lilia flinched.

She had heard his coldness before.

But this—

This was different.

This wasn't just cold.

It was ice carving into her skin, a chill so sharp it felt like it could split her open.

Lucas swallowed hard, his throat working against the tension in the air. He didn't waste another second. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the storm. When he returned, the cloak was clutched tightly in his grip, soaked at the edges but intact.

But just as he moved to place it over Lilia's shoulders, the atmosphere shifted.

A silent warning.

Zethan was already there.

His tall, powerful frame stepped in front of her, shielding her without a second thought.

Lucas stilled.

The possessiveness in Zethan's stance was unmistakable.

His presence alone was a barrier—one that Lucas knew better than to cross.

Lilia hesitated, reaching for the cloak, but before her fingers could grasp it, Zethan's hands were there, covering hers.

Firm. Certain.

Mine.

The thought burned behind his dark, crimson eyes, glowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Then, his voice—low, edged with warning.

"Go with Lucas. I'll be back."

Lilia's chest tightened.

The rain blurred everything—the wreckage, the fire, the tension in the air—but his words cut through it all, steady and absolute.

She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You're not coming?"

Zethan shook his head, unwavering. "I will. Just go. I promise."

Uncertainty clawed at her.

She didn't want to leave him behind.

But she nodded, trusting him.

And just before she turned away—

She whispered, "Be safe."

Zethan didn't blink.

Didn't waver.

A small nod was his only response.

"I will."

And with that, the car sped off into the night—

Leaving him standing alone in the storm.

His silver hair whipped through the storm, gleaming like moonlight as the rain lashed against him. Yet, the biting cold was nothing compared to the icy aura he exuded.

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then—

A slow smirk curled on his lips.

If they thought they could take her from him—

They were sorely mistaken.

He lifted his gaze, crimson eyes burning through the darkness.

"Let's play the game, brother."