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a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

But also noticed that the situation is complicated, just like if she wants to hook that vampire she needs to catch its master. “Can you explain what is hybrid and who is Harris Cliff?” Elsa asked looking at the man but keeping her steps close to him because if a step would miss, the next second she literally had to run to coop up with him. “Yes, I’ve killed Harris Cliff’s parents,” Gabriel paused as he said and Elsa paused with him. Her stare at him was a question that why he had numerous murders on his hand. Doesn’t he know how to forgive? “Oh, your eyes complaining to me, sweetheart,” Gabriel smirked his hand reached to touch her cheek but Elsa stopped him by shoving his hand.

Rebecca opened her eyes "How can you say?" "Lass one thing you must know is vampires are way more successful killers than werewolves, and of vampires the females has almost a hundred percent success rate" "Why is that?" "Well the chances are you already lured him to that car, you just didn't know that yet" "What!?"

"Not long it was fast because I am pure blood and the pain lessened because the pills you took were painkillers but you overdose. I will make sure to lock that room again. I don't want this repeating again." I explained only realising now that we could now live for eternity. I kissed her on the lip, neck and lingered most at her mark which I had put during one of our passionate nights. It was now distinct that she is now a vampire. We engaged in drinking each other as time ticked to indicate that we were still alive by each other's side.

With Alexis' eyes being different, hazel, and Adrian's belief in the fact that Alexis had been possessed by the spirit of Alexandra. “That's all that has happened… and I feel like I'm even more of a failure in protecting Alexis.” Adrian muttered ending his story to Serina there. Serina was silent and began to digest what Adrian said there. “I seem to have heard an old legend that says that the first female vampire hunter in 1840, named Alexandra H. Wilson, was found dead in a gruesome way when she managed to kill many evil vampires at that time. Is it the same Alexandra that you already said about, Adrian?” Serina asked with that curious look clearly visible in her eyes right now.

Fresh blood is indeed the strongest. "Please stop. Okay, I ... still... have.. a few... questions" Dr Sam said after a bit of struggle. "Good, now we're talking. Ask away dearest doctor" " What can kill vampires? " There was a very silent tension present in the room immediately when Dr Sam asked that question. 'What can kill vampires?Is he trying to kill us?' A sudden thought dawned on Alaric. He wasn't alone! The only reason Dr Sam is asking these questions is because he has a recorder on him somewhere on his body!'

"Those women hated her, tormented her, and killed her. They deserved death." I swallowed hard, lowering my gaze as I tried to steady my emotions. Was this who he truly was? A man who would kill without remorse for those he loved? "Is this why?" My voice wavered as I forced myself to look at him. "Those vampires attacked me that night? Because they’re searching for you?" His gaze remained steady. "That’s true. And the vision you saw of Stella—it wasn’t just a dream. It was a fragment of memories created by spider venom. It manipulates the mind and emotions. It’s a specialty of Carl-stron Village."

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Part of the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced with concern. Both of us froze as soon as he lifted my shirt enough to see the fang marks. His eyes widened as his pupils turned to slits, the way all vampires did when they were beyond mad. "Who the hell did this?" I was too frozen in fear to speak. What could I even say?! The truth would get me killed and lying again was starting to seem like the same fate. I jumped as he met eyes with me, impatiently waiting for an answer. "I-I don't know," I spoke.

"Vampire Slayer? What's that? someone who kills Vampires?" Anderson annoyingly quipped at Terrell, who came to report. Terrel took an uneasy breath and then nodded. "How could that be? Who's he? Werewolves?" "I don't know, Alpha. When I came, he ran away," said Terrell, giving his reasons. Anderson's brow furrowed, and his jaw tightened. He turned around and snorted in annoyance. "Who dares to interfere in my business? I've heard came before too. He's a mysterious man who kills vampires who are infected with a virus. This cannot be allowed. Did you not find any traces of him at all?" Anderson asked again.