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I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Treacle, or rather Gunner’s blood, seeped between my toes. “Get to water. Get cleaned up so they can’t track you. Go!” he hissed. I started walking, his hand gradually pushing me forwards, out of the door, into the corridor. One set of bloodied footprints. Pure guilt emblazoned on the floor. “But you? You’ll be in trouble for this?”

"But first, you need to leave. I don’t want to do that in your presence. I need to take you back to the hospital." "Do it." She said. "Please." "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded. Flicking his gaze at the coffin, he went on his knees and opened it. The baby’s skin was pale, and he knew that if he didn’t feed her then, she was going to die. He quickly cut himself with the knife in his hand and trickled his blood over the baby’s mouth. As she drank the blood, he watched as her skin slowly brightened and her eyes changed to Red.

We don’t share the bed, he’s on a pile of pillows in the floor when I hear his soft voice, “Raya?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry.” His voice is soft and I turn over to look at him. His candy apple red eyes seems to have dulled, I don’t know when the last time he drank blood was and there’s a blue-green ring in them that look similar to mine. I sigh, “You can stop apologizing, Luther. It’s not your fault.” “It’s freaky.” He murmurs and I chuckle, “Yeah, it is.” He moves up and sits on the edge of my bed and asks, “Do you think you’d be able to compel me again?”

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Just before everything went dark, a cacophony of panicked screams erupted around me. "Shut it down! Her brainwaves are flattening out!" "Her vitals are tanking below the critical threshold." "Someone, call an ambulance now!" Immediately following the chaos, I heard Damiano bellow, and for the first time, his voice was laced with fear. "Take it off! I said take it off right now. Bianca!"

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

I pressed my back against the wall, my pulse thundering. Silence followed — heavy and fragile. Outside, voices shouted orders. Boots pounded along the dock. But no one came in. The light swept past the broken window once, twice… and then faded. We stayed like that — unmoving, listening — until the only sound left was the steady slap of waves against the pillars. I turned to him. “You’re losing too much blood.” He leaned back against the wall, breath ragged. “Not my first time.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening, the man gestured for me to sit on a sleek chair near the center of the room, my legs felt like lead as I moved toward it, my entire body screamed at me to run, but curiosity, fear, and desperation anchored me in place. As I sat, Raymond loomed nearby, his eyes locked on me, unyielding and unreadable, his presence was suffocating, yet a strange comfort pulsed beneath it. I hated myself for drawing strength from him even in a place like this. The scientist approached with a tray. “This won’t hurt. Just a sample of blood.” I nodded, my throat dry, when the needle pricked my arm, I flinched but refused to look away, the crimson liquid filled the vial, darke

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.