Chapter 158: My Saviors My Doom

Chapter 158: My Saviors My Doom Lucas POV: I don’t talk about it. Not because I’ve forgotten—God, no. It’s because if I start, I might never stop. The horror of my first day in this cursed place never left me. It clung to my skin like cold sweat, followed me into my dreams, whispered to me when the lights went out. People think nightmares end when you wake up. Memoville University proved them wrong. Here, the nightmare begins the moment you open your eyes. Who would’ve thought I escaped out of the pan and straight into the fire? I was ecstatic when I got the acceptance letter. Prestigious. Elite. The kind of school that opens doors for you. I even cried—pathetic, right? That should’ve been the first sign. No way someone like me gets in unless there’s a catch. But I was too blinded by the chance, too desperate to get out of my old life. So I packed my bags and walked straight into hell wearing a smile. I remember the first night clearly—the night I came face-to-face with horror. I had arrived earlier than most, managed to finish my registration smoothly, and even had time to unpack and set up my room. It felt like a win, a fresh start. I was buzzing with excitement, eager to explore this new place. I had no idea I’d enrolled straight into hell. Stupidly, I decided to explore the campus alone. I used the university map and wandered into areas most new students hadn’t reached yet. That’s when I met her. A stunning blonde, so perfect she looked like she stepped out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare I hadn’t yet realized I was trapped in. She was kind, sweet, oddly graceful. I didn’t even hear her approach. One moment I was alone, the next, she was beside me, offering to show me around. I told myself she was just another friendly student—maybe a senior helping out the newbies. And sure, she was pale, but I figured it was just the climate here. Lots of people looked like that. She said she wanted to show me something special. A place where people go to "freshen up." I followed her without question. Why wouldn’t I? She led me to a secluded garden tucked behind one of the older lecture buildings. It was quiet, almost too quiet. That’s where everything started falling apart. She cornered me near a stone wall and stepped in close. Too close. I thought she was going to flirt—maybe even kiss me. I tried to back away, muttering awkwardly that I wasn’t into girls. I expected her to be embarrassed or laugh it off. She didn’t. She just kept coming. I was trapped—pinned between her and the cold wall. And then, she smiled. That’s when I saw them. Her fangs. Not tiny little canines. Real fangs. Long. Sharp. Predatory. My stomach dropped. My skin turned to ice. I must’ve gone pale, because she laughed—soft and twisted—and whispered, "Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it. Trust me." Then she moved. Fast. Unnaturally fast. She pinned my wrists with shocking strength. No way someone so petite should be able to hold me like that. Her face leaned in, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. I turned my face, trying to escape. Wrong move. She went for my neck. Her lips brushed my pulse, and I could feel her excitement rise—like she was savoring the moment. Then pain. Piercing, needle-like, but so much worse. I screamed. Her fangs dug into my skin, tearing through flesh, into my vein. She started to suck. Every pull drained my strength. I could feel it—the life being dragged out of me. But then... something twisted happened. The pain faded into a strange, heated pressure. I felt dizzy. Lightheaded. Warm. My heart pounded wildly, and my mind began to fog. I shouldn’t have felt what I was feeling. My body reacted in ways I couldn’t understand. Like the bite had flipped some switch I never knew existed. I hated it, hated her, but I still found myself trembling... moaning. I was being fed on like a blood bag—and yet my body betrayed me. It was sick. Horrifying. Violating. And still, a part of me responded. Whatever that bite had done to me—it was like a twisted form of ecstasy, more intense than anything I’d ever felt. My body burned, pulsing with heat in all the wrong ways. It made no sense. It was wrong. It was terrifying. I could still feel her mouth on my neck, her fangs in my skin, draining me, unraveling me. And just when I thought I was going to die—drained dry—another voice rang out, dark and sharp like a blade cloaked in silk. "Leave some for us, leech." The girl froze, fangs still in my flesh, then slowly pulled away. Her eyes flicked up toward the voice, and for the first time, I saw something close to annoyance cross her flawless face. "Stupid mutts," she hissed, and just like that—she was gone. Vanished. One moment she was there, the next, nothing but cold air where her body had been. I blinked, heart hammering. My knees wobbled, vision blurred—but even through the dizziness and disorientation, I could see him. The guy who had spoken. And holy hell—he was beautiful in the most dangerous way. Tall, sharp features, a twisted smirk playing on his lips like he enjoyed watching people break. And the way he was looking at me—it wasn’t how a hero looked at someone they’d saved. It was how a predator looked at prey. "What a pretty little thing you are," he said, voice dripping with dark amusement, that same mocking glint in his eyes. Every step he took forward, I stepped back—stumbling, dazed, adrenaline rushing through my veins along with the aftershock of whatever the vampire girl had done to me. "I should cool off that fire she lit in you," he said, inching closer just as I backed into something solid. No—someone. Another body, firm and real, standing directly behind me. "Leave some for me, bro," said the voice at my back—taunting, low, playful. Arms slid around my waist like a trap snapping shut. I was caged in, one in front, one behind, and my brain was screaming at me to move, to run—but my limbs wouldn’t obey. I was stuck. Panic fought against the haze in my mind, the strange, heated fog that dulled my instincts and made my skin too sensitive, my thoughts too slow. Something was wrong with me—still wrong. Whatever that vampire girl did... it hadn’t worn off. The guy behind me leaned in, breath ghosting over my ear. The one in front tilted my chin, brushing his fingers along my neck, exactly where she’d bitten me. I shivered. Not from pleasure—but from the horror of it all. This wasn’t attraction. It was control. Influence. Something supernatural sinking into my nerves and bending me to it. Their touch was fire—but it was fire meant to burn. The body I had bumped into didn’t just stand still—it moved, hands gripping my waist firmly, pulling me back into a solid wall of muscle. Before I could twist away, the other one stepped forward, eyes gleaming with something dark, something hungry. I was sandwiched between them, their unnatural warmth—or maybe coldness?—soaking through my clothes. I was trapped, caged like a helpless animal. The one behind me leaned down, lips brushing my ear, breath too cold for anything human. I shuddered as he whispered something I couldn’t understand, a language that made the hair on my neck rise and my stomach twist. Then the other one, the one in front, gently ran his fingers along the place on my neck. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent jolts through my nerves like electricity. It was happening again. That... fire. That strange pull in my chest. My heartbeat was going wild, pounding not just with fear, but something darker—something wrong. What had she done to me? I felt weak. I felt too warm. Like my own body was betraying me. "Look at him," the one in front said, voice low with amusement. "She only had a taste... and yet he’s already burning." I tried to speak, tried to beg them to stop, but my voice was caught somewhere in my throat. My knees buckled slightly. The dizziness was back. My skin felt too tight, too sensitive. The fire was building again—but this time I knew it wasn’t natural. It wasn’t real desire. It was something they were doing to me. Something inhuman. My blood pulsed with excitement, my body trembling with need. What the hell had that girl done to me? Behind me, his hands slipped under my shirt, fingers gliding up—heading straight for my sensitive, embarrassingly small nipples. Fucking shit. The one in front of me kept kissing my neck, his lips dragging fire across my skin. Then his hand moved behind me, grabbing a full handful of my ass. "Fuck, he has a perfect ass," he muttered before giving it a firm squeeze. The other guy’s hands were still under my shirt, fingers toying with my nipples—twirling, pulling. My knees nearly buckled. I was a fucking mess. Even though I’m gay, I’d never actually done anything with another guy. Just porn. Just my hand. That was it. I never expected my first real experience to be with two guys at once. One hand was still gripping my ass—squeezing, folding the flesh, then squeezing again like he was testing just how much of me he could claim. His palm was rough, greedy, and it only made me arch into him more without meaning to. Then another hand came from the front, sliding boldly between us. "Yeah, he’s as hard as fuck," the guy in front said, low and pleased, before slipping his hand under my waistband and grabbing my cock. Fuck. I think—I think I’m going to cum. His hand wrapped around me and started moving. Slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm like he already knew exactly what I liked. I couldn’t breathe. Behind me, the other guy was still toying with my nipples, pulling and rolling them between his fingers, sending sharp jolts down my spine. My whole body trembled, caught between their hands—pleasure crashing into me from both sides. I’d never been touched like this. I’d never even dared to imagine this. "F-fuck—" I gasped, and before I could stop it, it hit me. I came. Hard. My body jerked, heat exploding through me as I cried out, helpless in their grip. "Now you gotta pay up, pretty boy," the one in front growled—and the sound wasn’t human. It was low, rough, edged with something ancient and feral. A sound that scraped against my spine and sent cold shivers down through the heat still pulsing in my body. I looked up, startled—and froze. His eyes were glowing. Not figuratively. They gleamed with an unnatural yellowish hue, like something wild and hungry was staring out from inside him. They didn’t blink. Didn’t soften. Just bored into me with a sharpness that made me feel like prey. Fuck. That’s when I realized—the vampire girl who started all this? She wasn’t the scary one. Not even close. These guys... these things... whatever they were—were worse. I could still feel their hands on me, their breath against my skin, but now every inch of contact felt like a trap I’d willingly walked into. Like I’d been led to slaughter, except I came first. My heart was pounding again—this time, not from pleasure. From fear.