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He was so preoccupied with reading the documents that he didn't notice Adrik's presence. Adrik entered the house because he couldn't find Darwin in the living room and found him in his computer room. He stood behind Darwin, tiptoeing without making a sound, and saw what he was reading on the laptop. 'It was like some kind of information about a specific thing,' but he was initially perplexed as to what it was about. But then his gaze was drawn to a single sentence: "humans turning into vampires." Adrik bends down towards the screen, resting his hands on the table to support himself, and reads thoroughly.

"That is Beulah. She is our ancestor. She has been the only human to rebel against vampires in history. You are her blood; that's why you were chosen." Everything was not making sense yet to me. "So, what are you suggesting?" "Lord Ralph is the ruler of the vampires and the most brutal vampire in history. Here, take this book." He slid a book towards me. "Beulah researched enough about vampires. She wrote down everything she found out. Their weaknesses, their strengths, everything you need to know about them." "Are you saying I will have to go to this Lord Ralph's castle in the capital and start fighting him or what?"

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

A perfect fit. The old man turned the key, and as he did, the ground beneath Scarlet shook. He stepped back, and the gold door opened on its own. The site took Scarlet’s breath away. Shining, golden rays of light radiated out of the chamber, filling the tunnels. It was so bright, the vampires had to turn and look away. Only the old man continued to stare, his large pale blue eyes transfixed, as he stepped forward. He reached out, and grabbed hold of something with his hands.

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

An image of the girl drawing water out of a well appeared on the mirror and Dracula got to his feet. "Isn't that a sacred well?" Asked Dracula as he squinted an eye at the mirror. "This girl must be a witch. No mortal has gone there alive. Another atrocity has been committed." "Master, why don't we await her return before we strike?" A man who appeared to be younger chipped in and they all agreed. "If she doesn't make it back then it'd save us the stress." ********* Dracula pruned the shrubs that surrounded the entrance of the temple with his whole heart, preparing to have his private time with the devil as he always appeared to him to talk about overcoming the world.

His head was decapitated, his hands had been twisted and turned to places they did not belong and his heart, it rested next to his removed head. Wilhelmina reached for the head and upon realising whom they belonged to, she collapsed to the ground. "W...Walde..." She had sobbed. What monster could have done this, she cried. Out of the shadows, a figure crept out and approached her with the gait of a predator. Wilhelmina didn't even bother to see who it was. Only one man was capable of such grotesque evil. Vlad Dracula. His middle finger hooked Wilhelmina's chin and he lifted it so she could meet his gaze. His fangs were out and stained crimson implying that he had quite the drink. "Did you re

A radiant red light glow under Dracula's his chest, the stone sank in his flesh causing him to scream out, on seeing that the werewolf backed away. Draky was lifted high with his eyes all red screaming and peeling off his skin. New fresh giant bat-like wings sprung out from his back, his teeth became ever so long down to his jaw, his body grew bigger. Feeling the power he laughed out loud, stopping a lightning bolt with only a finger and sending it straight to the wolf. The zeta wolf never gave up, even if the bat was five times his side, he lurched forward on all fours. Dracula grabbed him by the leg once he was high in the sky, slamming him down several times on the floor.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Someone even Flora was scared to reveal. “I think I know who he is!” Perlita exclaimed, her face no longer showing excitement, but dread and fear for her friend who might as well have signed a contract with the devil. She slowly turned to her friend who looked back at her. Her face reflected the fear that she was feeling inside. “Is it he?” Perlita asked the question in a whisper. Flora nodded as tears threatened to fall once more from her glistening eyes. Perlita whispered in an almost inaudible voice, “Dante de Orsica.”