It Started With A Vampire

Things get real

Eva rushed off set, ignoring the whispers around her. Ariana tried to stop her by the trailers, but Eva brushed her off.

"Later," she said quickly. "I just need... space."

Inside her trailer, the air felt suffocating. She dropped onto the couch, pressing her palms to her face. Her mind was racing. Why couldn't she just act? Why couldn't she forget that the boy across from her had kissed her like she meant something... and then smiled at another girl this morning like she didn't?

A knock on the trailer door.
Then another.
Then silence.

She didn't move.

Until the door opened.

Malachi stepped in without waiting for permission.

Her heart froze.

"I didn't say come in," she mumbled.

He closed the door behind him. "You didn't have to."

She stood quickly, backing away. "I'm fine. We don't need to talk—"

"Yes," he interrupted, voice low but intense. "We do."

She avoided his eyes. "Let's just focus on the scene—"

"Eva."

The way he said her name made her stop.

She finally looked at him—and the anger on her face melted into something more raw. More real.

"What are we doing?" she whispered. "Is this just a game to you? A dare, a scene, a kiss you get to walk away from?"

Malachi looked stunned. "What? No."

"Because this feels real," Eva continued, voice cracking. "And maybe that's a problem. Maybe I let it get too real. Maybe I'm just one more girl you get close to and charm and then—what? Move on to Jenna?"

His jaw tightened. "You think that's what this is?"

"I don't know, Malachi!" she burst. "I don't know what's real and what's scripted anymore, and it's messing with my head!"

Silence.

Then, softly:
"I didn't kiss you last night because of a dare."

She blinked.

"I kissed you," he said, stepping closer, "because I wanted to. Because I've wanted to since the first day we read lines together. And I don't flirt with everyone, Eva. I flirt with you. Only you."

Her breath hitched. "Then what was that with Jenna?"

He exhaled, frustrated. "Jenna and I worked together once. She's nice. She said hi. That's it. But you? You saw that and shut me out."

"I panicked," Eva admitted, voice small.

He nodded. "So kiss me now."

"What?"

"If it's real—if this isn't just a script—kiss me. No director. No crew. Just us."

She hesitated. Her eyes searched his.

And then—she stepped forward.

But she didn't kiss him.

Not yet.

Instead, she whispered:
"If I kiss you now... I won't be able to stop."

His hand found her waist, slow and gentle.
"Then don't."

His fingers brushed her waist so lightly, it sent shivers up her spine. Eva could hear her heart beating in her ears, fast and desperate. Malachi's eyes never left hers.

"Then don't," he said again, voice like velvet and thunder. lips just centimeters apar.

She searched his face for a trace of hesitation—but there was none.

So she kissed him.

This time, it wasn't for a scene.
There were no lights.
No director.
No crew whispering behind cameras.
Just Malachi and Eva, tangled in the space where their characters ended and their real feelings began.

His lips met hers softly at first—like he was still asking permission.

She gave it.

And then it deepened.

His hand slid up to her cheek, thumb brushing just beneath her eye, and her fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie like she never wanted to let go. It was tender and slow, but it buzzed with every ounce of built-up tension from the last few days. Every glance. Every line. Every almost-kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, foreheads resting together, neither of them said anything right away.

They didn't have to.

The silence was full.

Full of clarity. Of confessions unspoken. Of choices made.

Malachi finally whispered, "Still think it's just a game?"

Eva shook her head, barely able to breathe. "No. Not anymore."

He smiled softly. "Good. Because I'm not playing."

They stood there for another moment—quiet, close, wrapped in something heavier than any scene could capture.

Then Eva sighed. "We still have to kiss for real in that scene tomorrow."

He smirked. "Think of this as rehearsal."

She laughed, cheeks pink. "You're trouble."

He leaned in again, lips brushing hers once more—just barely this time. "Yeah," he murmured, "but I'm your trouble now." he smirked into her lips as he kissed her again softly.

And with that, he gave her hand one last squeeze, backed toward the trailer door, and disappeared into the night.

Eva stood in the quiet, heart still racing.

Because this wasn't Nova and Victor anymore.

This was her.
This was real.

And she was officially in too deep

AUTHORS NOTE!!
Hey i hope you guys are enjoying the story cuz im enjoying writing it! lmk if you have anything suggestions or what any scenes!