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CHAPTER THREE.

Master Vampire house (Southern Svetyland). . .

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

Laying on a king sized bed was a strawberry blonde hair vampire as he drank his hot blood from a golden cup, while a half-naked red haired female — who was topless, wearing only a skater skirt – placed kisses around his half-naked torso.

Placing the cup on a galway low stool, he wiped traces of blood off his lips and kissed the red haired female passionately, tearing off the remaining piece of clothing she had on. He was about to take her breast in his mouth when a loud knock shot through his room door.

He ignored the knocks. No one was going to stop him from taking those plump cherries into his mouth, not even the master.

Quickly, he took a nipple in his mouth, ignoring the knock that came at intervals, while the red hair was already a mess of whimpers as the vampire suckled her. Using his fangs to tease her nipples.

Suddenly the knock stopped and the door fell open, revealing a tall body frame. He was dressed in a two piece dark suit, with his strawberry blonde hair gelled to the back and one could also guess that he was a vampire because of his white pale face. Also his name was Damien, and he was the twin brother to other vampire on the bed.

"Darius, you should put an end to your act now." He said to his brother who feigned ignorance as he continued to suck on the red haired female nipples, pressing onto her bare backside in sequence.

Damien shook his head and walked into Darius' room, bending down to pick up the red haired female torn skirt and her top.

"Master called for you." He told his brother and that got his attention.

Darius stopped his act and placed a peck on the female lips. "You can leave now, little rat." 

He told her, and she nodded and left the bed stark naked, while Damien handed her clothes to her before she eventually left the room, leaving the two brothers alone.

"Still obsessed over that lycanthrope?" Damien asked as he paced around his twin room.

"She's my favourite rat," Darius told his brother as he rose from the bed, picking up his top which was laying on the floor. "And since the vampires and werewolves are enemies — not like I'm interested anymore, I have to settle for what I can lay with — which is my little rat."

"I don't need you to fill me in on your sexual innuendos," Damien settled on a sofa opposite the bed. "Master called for you."

"And do you know why?" 

"I am guessing he needs you to accompany him."

Darius sighed and wore a black top over his head before he went on to pick out a wine leather jacket out of his closet. "How're things going downtown?"

"The wolf's are still denying everything as expected," wearing his leather jacket, Darius sat on the edge of his bed as he listened to his brother speak. "I've attempted to speak with their Alpha several times, but apparently I am not worth a minute of their alpha time."

Darius laughed while his brother shot him a serious look. 

"It's no joke, Darius."

"I'm sorry," Darius raised his hands in mock surrender. "So are they still denying it?"

"Their Luna says they know nothing about the incident that's been happening downtown --"

"That's bullshit!" Anger was coated in Darius' tone. "Seventy nine of our people has been missing downtown since last month and yet they claim to know nothing about it --" 

"Statistically it's eighty nine of our people, and approximately forty humans," Damien corrected his brother. "Also, Master has decided to go meet with the park Alpha in person."

"Is that why he called for me?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Damien shrugged. "However, I feel there's more to everything going on downtown, although I compelled some of them they still claimed to be innocent."

"And I still feel they are behind it. Figures why I never like them."

"But you dated one in the past, and if I can remember, her name was Francisca."

Darius glared at his brother who had a victorious smirk on his face. He hated to be reminded about his past lover — Francisca, she was the only woman he had ever truly loved in his five hundred years on Earth, and although she was a werewolf, he didn't allow the grudge between vampires and werewolves to come between them. And they both were planning to be together forever, but like the saying goes, not everything goes as planned, because before they could both tie the knot Francisca left him, and since then he hadn't heard of her. 

"I hate you." 

"The feeling is mutual, brother." Damien retorted, standing up from the sofa. "I'm taking my leave now, don't forget to go see Master."

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

The Master's room was dark and the only source of light was the reflection of the moon which casted its shadow through the draped velvety curtain. The wallpaper was black with thin red, white and gold designs running through it. The effect was vaguely dark themed. The rug was maroon red with black flowery designs in the middle.

A canopy bed laid at the center of the room. White, angelic curtains covered it. By the rare end of the room sat the Master vampire on his chair, dressed in his usual way — he wore dark jeans tucked into knee length leather boots, and above it, he wore a black hoodie, and a beanie covered his head. He gazed into thin air as he thought about the happenings downtown and the threat it imposed on supernatural beings.

Something had to be done; he knew that. And whatsoever had to be done, had to be done fast.

"Come in, Darius." 

Amongst the numerous powers that the Master vampire shielded, telepathy was one of them. He could perceive if one was around and he could read thoughts of not only humans, but vampires.

The door opened and Darius came in, bowing a little as he greeted the Master, who was also his uncle. 

"You called for me, Master."

"Yes, I did," The Master's velvety voice was laced with a slight British accent, and he took his words carefully and a bit slowly. "I'm meeting with the Downtown Alpha, and you'll be accompanying me."

"By legs or with the petrol eating machine?"

"The latter," Replied the Master as he stood, wearing his hoodie upon his beanie. He picked up a talisman and his shades from a nearby stool. He used the shades in covering his intimidating pair of red-eye while he tucked the talisman in his jeans pocket. He never went anywhere without a talisman. "So shall we?"

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

Arriving at the Alpha's house, Darius parked the car and alighted it with the Master vampire. Just two blocks away from the Alpha's house, a party was holding and with the scent that filled the air, one could tell that the party was crowded with younger wolves.

The house of the Alpha was big, just like the other houses around. And it was well lit but quiet and deserted. If not for the wolf scents the vampires could perceive, they'd have thought no one was around.

As Darius and his uncle — the Master vampire, walked up to the doorstep, he rang the bell and in an instance the door fell open, revealing the face of a beautiful female. She looked like she was in her early twenties, dressed in pink Jeans and a pink top that had the inscription; 'LUNA'S DAUGHTER.'

To the outside world, those wordings would look plain and meaningless, but to those within the park, they knew the sign wasn't only for decoration. That beautiful female was indeed the Luna 's daughter.

"Master vampire?" Her voice was smooth and Darius loved it. If it weren't for the fact that vampires and werewolves weren't on good terms, that beautiful female would be right in his bed. "My father has been expecting you, may I take your jacket?"

She stretched her hands out to Darius who gave her a confused look before chuckling. The Luna 's daughter had mistaken him to be the Master vampire.

"I'm not the Master vampire," Darius clarified, then pointed at his uncle who stood quietly at his back. "He is the Master vampire."

Her blue eyes widened in realization, as she stepped aside and bowed down. "My apologies, please enter."

Darius and his uncle entered the house at the girl's invitation. It was a necessity for all Vampires to have an invitation to enter into a house, otherwise they'd burn to death. It was all vampires' Achilles tendon and they all kept it as a great secret away from the wolves, because they knew it would surely be used against them.

Although the Master was an exception. 

The Luna 's daughter led them to the parlor where they sat and made themselves comfortable, before she left to go call her father.

"If it isn't the Master vampire himself," The voice of the Alpha resounded across the parlor as he came down the stairs, with his Luna trailing at his back. 

The Alpha was a man in his sixties, but he had the look of a man in his early thirties. He was lean and muscular, one could easily tell he worked out a lot. His wife, on the other hand, looked exactly like her daughter. A complete replica, except that her hair color was different. While her daughter's hair was auburn, hers was chestnut.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" The Alpha asked as he and his wife sat opposite the Master vampire and Darius. 

"I am sure you're aware of the happenings that have been going on here in downtown."it

The Alpha sighed and placed his arms over his wife's shoulders. "My pack knows nothing about it. Not even the bodies lurk around downtown."

"I'm aware of that. And I'm also aware about the fact that every missing person was last seen downtown."

"It could just be a coincidence."

"If it's once then it can be counted as a coincidence, but one hundred and thirty nine people have gone missing and they were all seen downtown last. It can't be a coincidence," The Master stated calmly, adjusting his hoodie and his shades. "Someone within your Pack is definitely behind this."

The Alpha cackled, removed his arms from his wife's shoulders and sat at the edge of the sofa, and said, "I don't care who you might be," His voice held an edge of wrath in it. "Master vampire or not, don't you dare point fingers at my people."

"Charles." His wife rubbed his back in comforting circles in a bid to cool him down.

The Master vampire said nothing, he wasn't angry or anything, not even an ounce of emotion showed on his face, but Darius was furious. He didn't like the way the Alpha had spoken to his uncle. It was demeaning and outrightly rude, and he was tempted to yell back at the Alpha but he didn't want to enlarge the Thousand Years old rift between the vamps and the werewolves.

After seeing that the talk wasn't leading to a hint, the Master vampire decided to take his leave alongside Darius.

As they got outside to the chilled night, Darius mumbled to himself as he walked towards the car whilst his uncle trailed at his back with both his hands in his hoodie pocket.

He was about to get into his car when he felt something. A powerful force within the area.

Where could it be coming from? He looked around the vicinity and something got his attention two blocks away from where he was — the place a party was holding. Whatever magical force he was feeling, he knew it came from there.

Then he began to run with superspeed, leaving a stunned Darius by the car.

The Master didn't stop moving till he reached the area where the party was holding and on a grass laid a girl, who by the look of it, had already fainted while the younger werewolves formed a circle around her. 

Whatever was going on there wasn't natural; the Master knew that. He knew a powerful force was controlling the younger werewolves.

Quickly, he stepped into their circle, brought out a talisman from his jeans pocket and threw it on the grass, breaking whatever spell that might have been placed on them. And it worked because the younger werewolves all fell unconsciously to the ground.

He reached for the girl within the circle and noticed the blood gushing out from her arm. As she laid unconscious, her eyes were closed and she looked innocent and fragile. He crouched beside her in an attempt to lift her up when a glint of recognition flashed his eyes as he stared at her.

She had the same look as. . .

"Master, what's happening here?" Darius who seemed to have only arrived a nanosecond ago asked.

The Master didn't reply as he only lifted the girl off the floor, carrying her effortlessly in a bridal style.

"Where are you taking her to?" A confused Darius asked.

"Home."

To Be Continued. . .