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she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

I smirked with satisfaction and gripped her throat tighter. "Who sent you?" I asked. "Mathias Glik," she replied. I was shocked by the name. Mathias Glik. We had met in the 1300s when he asked me to turn him into a vampire. I had made him sign all his properties to me, and I guess that was why he wanted revenge. I had completely forgotten about him. Well, because it was over seven hundred years ago. 1303 to be exact.

He says to me, his fingers brushing down my face to have his thumb caressing my lower lip fondly. “It was as we suspected,” His face morphs into a serious one with his brows knitting. “It was a group of deranged Vampires who’d lost all sense of rationality into their insatiable craving for blood to become full monsters. They’re insufferable and rampant in their attacks and they seem to be bolstering their numbers somehow”. “We’d suspected the hand of a fallen Sorcerer but, it's resembling something more of a defection- Ah, I shouldn’t bore you with such matters” He promptly cuts himself short, making me groan internally as opposed to my wry smile on the surface.

I could not believe what was happening. The vampire grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the stairs. I did not retaliate nor say a word. This was not because of what Uncle Kala told me, this was because I was helpless at the feelings that tugged at my chest. The vampire dragged me out of the castle, and I saw Lord Ralph about to enter his car. He looked briefly at me as I was being dragged away like I was something unimportant, then he put his phone to his ear and entered the car. I stared at the car as it receded, while the vampire tugged me along.

I clenched my fist as they gripped the steering wheel; hearing about this was beginning to piss me off. “Did you know he actually turned a human into a vampire so he could use him as his little minion?” Without thinking, I slammed on the brakes and the car squealed to a stop. “What the hell did you say?” I asked, glaring at her. Her eyes were wide and alarmed; she visibly swallowed a lump in her throat. “He turned a human into a vampire so he could use him as his minion,” she said, her tone much softer. “He didn’t trust another rogue, so he made himself a follower.”

Occasionally, news from the Bat Coven still reached my ears. I later heard that after returning to his Coven, Dominic Costa devoted himself entirely to its night governance. He led endless nocturnal patrols, drained his authority through continuous blood rituals, and sealed his emotional perception— as if exhausting his power was the only way to numb his pain. He no longer formed bonds with anyone. It was said he had become a different vampire altogether— a ruler who lived only for duty, using blood and night to drown memory. As for Ava Morgan, after prolonged psychological torment, she was confined to a vampire asylum.

Waiting for just a moment longer before he sarcastically replied, "What do you think?" She turned her head to look up at him, finding herself so intimidated by that spiteful look into his eyes as he bitingly added with a raise of his brows, "I'll give you a hint; not human," She thickly swallowed at the sound of that. Gazing between his dark eyes. H-he used to be...a god? B-but...Why would anyone ever give that up just to be a vampire? It didn't make any sense! Weren't gods supposed to be like, way more powerful than vampires?

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

“This is a lot,” Nixon said. “We do know some of their hideouts, but seeing this list, I realized we haven’t covered half of it yet.” “They are growing continuously as well and it was all thanks to Drake.” Carlile chimed in. “He was adamant about growing their territory, dreaming of not leaving anything to your kind. He is stupid, we all know that as long as we exist, so does your kind.” “He is full of himself.” Silas replied, “He has a grudge against wolves as your kind was the reason for his parent’s death and her turning into a vampire.”

And just when he had thought that the same fate would befall him, some vampire warriors had come to his rescue and taken him to their King. In a little boy’s mind, a man that takes you in, protects you and looks out for you without reason becomes your world, so Carlisle became the father figure he had lost. All until it was too late for his mind to be erased of its memories and he couldn’t go back to his old life or at least what had been left for it.