Ember’s POVNot all heroes wear a cape or a well-ironed uniform. Not every position should be praised and hailed as a champion. The true heroes of this country are those who fought for justice. Heroes that held their hearts tighter than their guns and bloody thirst for death. But there is little to no recognition for these heroes, just one day of grief then it’s back to cheers. I have seen men saluting for the death of the country’s soldiers, including my father.He served the nation with justice in his pockets and used it as his bullet. He was hungry for every bit of morality he can find… but, funny, he himself has committed a lot of sins I can’t deny. He killed men too on many battlefields. No matter the sins of these men, they are still men. Just like how I killed men, dangerous men, for my city. I have been thinking about the idea of killing before I entered the academy. The thought of doing good by killing is never good. No matter how dangerous that individual is, killing is agai

Beep. Beep. Beep. Painful it must be to fight the poison crawling in his veins. It has been days since Pox was confined in Raverine’s guest room. I kept pinching his pinky, trying to see if he reacted to the pain. Raverine told me not to do it but I still kept pinching his skin to make him flinch awake. I watched him breathe. Slowly. Sharp and slow ones are in sync with the heart monitor. Raverine allowed me to see Pox and check on his condition while he checked on something, looking for something he said.I let out a sigh, if only I knew better about the things and events that are happening under this city’s skin. I lifted my gaze and realized that there was no window in this room. Now that I noticed, I scanned the whole room.Raverine is filthy rich, I thought to myself.He got more hospital equipment in his house better than some public hospitals. Did he get a lot of degrees that he was able to learn medical shits? Dracula must be living his days on Earth learning a lot. But with t

Nella pulled a gun under the kitchen island and pointed it at Skoteinó. Nella shifted her stance and pointed the gun at me when I tried to approach her. She then pointed it back to Raverine who was focused on Skoteinó. Nella kept shifting her aim from Raverine to Skoteinó, indecisive and terrified of what the two would do. I was freaking helpless in this situation. I can’t move or else Nella will shoot me. I can’t butt in between Raverine and Skoteinó or it will get worse than their taunting.All I could do was try to calm down Nella, her sudden actions may cause more trouble. Especially since only the two of us are humans, stuck in the middle of vampires. I was about to tell Nella to put it down and give it to me but…“Oh, poor you,” Skoteinó said, “Nella loves her food this much?” He turned his gaze back to Raverine. “Agust, can we talk for a while outside? I don’t want to harm these animals with their survival instincts kicking in. Look at that one there, starting to growl at me.”

I dropped the call and went around the convenience store to grab some water, snacks, and soda cans. I went to the cashier to pay for it and saw some newspapers displayed near the counter. I checked the publication date and it was published yesterday so I picked one and paid for it. The cashier thanked me and gave me the paper bag. I said my thanks as well and flipped open the newspaper. The headlines were all about the upcoming elections, revealing who among the candidates has a higher chance of winning it. Like a gamble, elections can be tricked and all these candidates wants is to win. I caught my eye on the incident that got me into this mess but so far, there are no new reports about it.When I got out of the store, I bumped into a kid. He was holding a lollipop and a crumpled bill in his other hand. He apologized then rushed inside the convenience store. I walked back to the car and Raverine opened the door for me. I threw the paper bag on the backseat and settled down back in th

By nightfall, Raverine and I were done making sure the cabin was safe from ambush. Even with cyberattacks from our devices, Raverine always tries to close all the loopholes he could possibly close. It was as if Raverine moved his investigation room in this cabin within a few hours. If you look at the cabin from afar outside, the cabin doesn’t look occupied since the lights weren’t able to illuminate past the dimmed windows and doors. It was just a haunted cabin like when we came here.We stayed underground—in the basement—so it will keep the cabin unsuspicious to the outsiders. In the underground, there were rooms and there was much more space than in the cabin upstairs. The place was cozy, built for solace and isolation.Raverine and I talked about the history of Die Dark Clan and how it started as a group of slaves, frightened by the monarchs and military. Not until they finally ignited a rebellion to assassinate those who threatened them. Vampires were powerful but lack in manpower