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Her first kill was almost her last. A tall lanky boy named Bobby made the mistake of smiling at Cybill from across the room in Algebra class. Her eyes zoned in on his body, she knew from his build that she could easily take him down. For the remainder of the class, Cybill kept her eyes glued on her prey, watching his every move. When the class was over, she sprung into action, darting across the room to Bobby’s side. Cybill made small talk with him across campus, luring her first victim back to her dorm.

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

They would have a plan, a final, brutal, and terrifying plan that would not rely on brute force, but on a moment of vulnerability, a moment of weakness. The setup was simple and elegant. The summit would be held in a beautiful, sprawling ballroom, a place of peace and prosperity. The room, with its high ceilings and its massive windows, would be a symbol of a new era. But it would also be a trap. The windows, the open spaces, the lack of cover, the private security firm – it was all designed to be a perfect setup for an assassination.

“You have been accused of working with the vampire resistance. You are hereby detained by the Wolf Authorities of the Greater United Kingdom. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court—” He trailed off as his voice faded into the ringing in my ears. I looked out across the classroom, my heart thudding in my chest. My classmates were wearing a mix of emotions. Some looked shocked, others looked appalled and some even looked angry. The men led me out of my seat and down to the front of the room. The ringing in my ears got louder and louder.

Calvin said, shuddering as he remembered the fierce, predatory look in Ashton's eyes. Edmund thumped his chest. "Relax. Just lure him to Orchid Pavilion Manor—all the men there are mine. I paid top dollar for assassins from the Shadowed Nocturnals. They've taken down experts in the semi-transcendent realm before! On top of that, I've set up a gas chamber. The moment Ashton sets foot in the manor, he's as good as dead." "Good!" Calvin exhaled in relief. Then, he asked, "What will we do to the Sloan sisters?"

I looked at her, then at her sobbing friend under the target, then at the third one, who was staring at the floor like she wished it would swallow her. I took a long, final pull on my cigar and crushed the ember in a crystal ashtray. "You should’ve led with that," I said, my voice dropping back into that dead, calm space. "Now, because you wasted my time, we’re going to have a very, very long night." I looked at Sergei. "Get them to the green room. And bring me the security head. I want every frame of footage from that fucking room and anyone who was around it when the incident happened."

“Show me everything. Nothing can be withheld.” The officer assigned to security handed me the keys, and the monitor flickered to life. The hallway appeared, captured in sharp detail. Immediately, I saw the twins entering the frame. Their hands were empty, their movements calm and natural. Inside the classroom, they took only silver-wrapped tissues, nothing more. From the corner of the frame, a teacher lingered near the door, scanning the hallway like she had an ulterior motive. Her presence was strange there, and shatever intent she had was not pure in any way. I studied her carefully as the footage played.

Deep inside the building— Hidden compartments opened. Small black drones lifted into the air. Silent. Fast. Daniel watched the security feed. “…okay that’s cool.” The blast barrier finally collapsed. The assassins stepped through. And immediately— Three drones shot down the hallway toward them. The first assassin raised his rifle— But the drones were faster. Electric pulses fired. The men dropped instantly. Unconscious. The hallway went quiet. Inside the penthouse Daniel slowly lowered the chair. “…I officially love this building.” Sebastian and Marcus arrived seconds later.

POV: Mira The classroom exploded into chaos. Students were screaming. Some jumped out of their chairs. Some pushed toward the door. Others climbed on desks trying to see what had happened. Within seconds the entire classroom was packed. Students from the hallway were already squeezing through the door and windows, trying to look inside. Everyone wanted to see. Because right in the middle of the classroom floor— Kevin was lying there. Not moving. Blood spreading slowly across his shirt. Bella had dropped to the floor beside him.

One day, when all the teachers were in a staff meeting, the rest of us were in the classroom for self-study. Suddenly, screams rose outside one after another. The chaos began there. The madman was gripping a knife and had rushed straight up the stairs, heading directly for the junior honors classroom where Theo had once stayed. My classmates reacted quickly and tried to block the door. But he was reckless. He jammed one hand directly into the crack of the door. Even though pain twisted his face, he refused to pull it out. He stared hatefully in my direction and roared, "Kill you. Kill!"