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I gagged at it, almost ready to puke everything off my tum. "I need to get out of here." I searched around for the door that led me in here but everything was Baby Pink. Nothing different than it. I fisted my hands, moving away from the waterfall of blood. "Xavier!!" I shouted. There could only be one person here. Either me all alone or Xavier. "Come out this instant!" I yelled. I groaned as the blood flooded to my feet, almost getting inside my shoes. "Okay, what's with this blood? Is it my imagination? Do I need to make it somekind of cherry drink?" I pushed my feet back, away from the flooding pool of blood.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

I am crying blood. “You are the devil incarnate, the one who is going to end us all! I was right all along to keep you in the basement because you are all going to kill us all!” he continued blabbering while my eyes are glued on the blood in my hands. Why do I have so much blood in my hands? What is happening?! I walked back and touched the cage of parrot on the wall but the bird inside suddenly chirped as it slowly turned into ashes and disappeared into nothing.

He stepped back instantly. “You and I both know I won’t give you my blood Caesar, nothing you can tell me is worth the price.” I said and even though I badly wanted to know the Vampire’s identity, I turned for the door, ready to leave without the information. Caesar sighed heavily behind me. “Fine. Give me the Beta’s blood instead.” I paused and glanced at Duke who shrugged. “If my Alpha wills it, I’ll give the bloodsucker a taste.” I glanced at Caesar who was staring at us intently then glanced back to Duke.

A shot is let out, and I close my eyes, knowing fully well it's going into my head. The silence in the room lasts longer than I thought, and I open my eyes when Iris taps me, shouting, “Aaliyah, Aaliyah! We need to get out of here now.” I open my eyes and watch the man lying in a pool of his own blood. I can't even explain how it feels watching him lie lifelessly in his own blood. Iris is on her feet already, and she helps me to get up as well. Nothing makes sense to me as I keep watching the man lying in his blood.

My fists were covered in blood that was not mine, my heart was racing, adrenaline was pumping through my veins. What just happened? How did I do that? Where did this skill come from? The old woman stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth were opened in shock, she looked like she had just witnessed a miracle. The customers who had been watching through the windows burst into applause suddenly, the sound was thunderous. "That was amazing!" "He is a hero!" "Did you see how fast he moved? Like something from a movie!" "Those loan sharks had it coming!" More people gathered outside, cheering and clapping, phones were still recording, I knew this would be all over social the media soon.

Same positioning, same throat wound, same symbols drawn in blood. But this time, the note read: "Blood for blood. The cycle continues." Sera stared at the photos, her hands trembling, bile rising in her throat. "Someone's playing both sides. Making it look like vampires and witches are attacking each other." "Or both sides are attacking," Elara said from behind them. She'd accompanied them to the palace library, where they were reviewing the evidence. "Convenient that you have an explanation that absolves your people." "My people didn't do this."

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.