Simon
As I continued my research on a cure for Quinn, I received an unexpected visitor in the hospital room. Nicholas entered with a grave expression on his face. His presence alone conveyed a sense of urgency that sent shivers down my spine.
"Simon, we need to talk," Nicholas said, his eyes revealing a mixture of concern and distress.
I gestured for him to sit, a knot forming in my stomach. "What's going on, Nicholas? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"It's Gabriel," he replied, his voice low and serious. "Something went wrong on the private jet. We lost contact with him."
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a cold chill running down my spine. Gabriel, the seasoned hunter, was not one to be easily shaken. The fact that something had gone awry filled the air with an unsettling tension.
"What happened? Is he okay?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
Nicholas hesitated before responding, choosing his words carefully. "We don't have all the details yet, but the operator reported severe turbulence and communication failure. They lost contact with the jet shortly after entering a storm. Rescue teams are already dispatched, but the situation is precarious."
Dread settled over me like a heavy fog. Gabriel, my mentor and friend, was in danger, and there was little I could do from this hospital bed. The guidance for Quinn suddenly felt trivial compared to the looming uncertainty of Gabriel's well-being.
"Where were they headed?" I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Miami. The jet was en route to investigate a new supernatural disturbance reported in the area," Nicholas explained, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.
I clenched my fists, feeling a mixture of frustration and helplessness. Gabriel had become like a father figure to me, guiding me through the complexities of the supernatural world. The thought of losing him left an emptiness in my chest.
"We'll do everything we can to locate the jet and bring Gabriel back safely," Nicholas assured me, his voice filled with determination.
As we discussed the unfolding events and awaited updates, I couldn't shake the feeling that our journey into the supernatural had taken an unforeseen turn. The hospital room, once a hub of research and discovery, now felt like a place of waiting and anxiety, the werewolf cure temporarily forgotten in the face of a more immediate crisis.
Janet
I was sound asleep when my phone suddenly went off scaring me. I lifted my head and saw through my half-asleep eyes that Quinn picked up the phone. "What's up doc?" he smiles. I rubbed my eyes and sat up to look at him. His facial expression changes from cheerful to worried.
"He's missing?" he finally says and immediately I thought of Gabriel. I leap out of bed checking the sky and seeing that it's almost night. My eyes went wide realizing any minute now my boyfriend would be a beast.
"Quinn," I say frantically. He moves the phone from his ear and looks at me. "We have to do something." he nods in agreement before hanging up and grabbing his coat. I grabbed the silver necklace and handcuffs while he opened the back door leading to the woods. We traveled to the deepest of the wooded area until I saw a strong oak tree that wasn't so thick in width. Quinn suddenly drops to his knees groaning. "Oh God, my body's on fire." I acted quickly and slapped the handcuff on both his wrists before attaching the silver necklace to his neck.0
"Okay I'm starting to cool down now." he smiles a little and I smile as well before looking at the sky that was now revealing an enormous full moon. This was the biggest one I've ever seen since I was a child.
"Do you think Gabriel purposely abandoned us?" I hear Quinn say snatching back my gaze from the moon above. "I hate to admit it but yeah. He was hiding something and didn't want to face the consequences of his actions."
We stood there in silence and peace when suddenly a dog barking was heard from a distance. Shit, Shadow is going to get us caught if he doesn't shut up right now. "Janet!!??" a male voice calls out and I exchange a frightened look with Quinn before walking towards this voice. "J," I stopped and looked back at Quinn who was scared. "Don't leave me." he pleaded and I sighed making my way back over to him, giving him a passionate kiss on the lips with my eyes closed. I almost forgot I was supposed to go somewhere until I felt Quinn bite down on my bottom lip firmly. I tried pulling away and opened my eyes seeing that his were glowing yellow.
I whimpered in pain and began to fight for my lip to be released. At this point, he sunk his teeth into my lips because I could taste my blood. After slapping him repeatedly he let go and blood was pouring from my lips. I put pressure on it and fell back in terror.
"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. You just tasted so good," he growled almost animalistic-like, and attempted to come closer to me. "Don't," he stopped and gave me his cutest puppy eyes with those yellow glowing ones. "Stay away from me," I say muffled still holding my lips that were bleeding.
He started sniffing like a dog. "God, your blood smells so good." I began crying as I fought to regain my footing until someone helped me up. I turn around seeing Luke.
This was bad timing because before Quinn and I were a thing I once slept with Luke and bragged about it being the best d ever.
"You're bleeding," he says acknowledging my lip. I grab his hand ready to run first and answer his questions later because I know he has some. Before actually attempting to run I heard the handcuffs break. "What the fuck?!" Luke yelled and picked me up bridal style. I could not see a rat's ass but the night sky and bones cracking behind us along with bellowing screams of Quinn changing.
I looked forward to seeing that we got to my back door and Shadow was barking like a maniac. I was put down and I took a chance to pick up shadow. "I taking you away from here," Luke said showing me his car keys.
I didn't hesitate once and led him to my front door. "Where's your phone?" I suddenly asked us to exit my house. "In my car why?" he says opening the door of the car. I get in and waited for him to come in. "I have to warn my friends." I say with teary eyes. Shadow was much calmer now and falling asleep in my arms. Luke gave me his phone.
With Luke's phone in my hand, i quickly dialed Kayla's number as the engine roared to life. The urgency in my voice mirrored the chaos unfolding around me.
"Kayla, it's Janet. Quinn has changed, and it's dangerous. Keep Justin and yourself locked inside. I'll explain everything later. Just stay safe!" I stressed, the gravity of the situation evident in my words.
As the car sped through the night, my thoughts raced, contemplating the unforeseen turn of events. Luke, glancing at me with concern, gripped the steering wheel tightly, navigating the twists and turns toward Kayla's place.
Upon reaching the familiar destination, I anxiously approached the front door, praying for Kayla and Justin's safety. The door opened swiftly, revealing Kayla's worried expression.
"Janet, it didn't work?" she asked, fear etched across her face.
"There's no time to explain. Just stay inside, lock everything, and don't open for anyone but us," you instructed, urgency resonating in my voice
Luke, understanding the seriousness of the situation, added, "We need to make sure you're both safe. We'll explain everything once everything settles down."
With a nod, Kayla ushered me and Luke inside, securing the door behind me. The air inside was tense, filled with anticipation and anxiety.
"What happened to your lip?" Kayla and Justin at the same time.
I exchanged a glance with Luke, uncertain how much to reveal in this tense moment. Luke stepped forward, offering an explanation.
"It's a long story, but we don't have time right now. Quinn has... changed. We need to stay vigilant and secure the place. Janet will fill you in on the details later. For now, let's make sure everyone stays safe."
Kayla and Justin, absorbing the urgency in Luke's voice, nodded in agreement. The gravity of the situation was palpable in the air.
"they already know about the werewolf situation." I reveal and Luke scoffs. "Wait, a werewolf like the literal thing?"
Justin and Kayla nods.
Luke's eyes widen in disbelief, his skepticism clear on his face. "Are you telling me we're dealing with actual werewolves here?"
I nod solemnly, the weight of the truth settling in the room. Kayla adds, "It's not just werewolves; there's a whole supernatural world out there. Janet and Quinn got involved in something bigger than we initially thought."
As the reality of the situation sinks in for Luke, he glances around the room, perhaps expecting a werewolf to leap out from the shadows. "Okay, I've heard of fantasy novels, but this is a bit too much. How do we even deal with werewolves?"
Justin, who had been quiet until now, steps forward. "We need to secure the house. Silver can harm them, so we should have some silver weapons. And, of course, we need to be cautious about anyone else turning. It spreads through a bite."
The atmosphere becomes tense as the group contemplates the gravity of their circumstances.
I froze remembering that Quinn bit my lip. "Um guys, about the contagious bite. Quinn bit me so that's why my lip is wounded." I said backing away in fear.
Kayla and Justin exchange alarmed glances. "That complicates things," Kayla remarks, her concern deepening. Justin adds, "We need to find a way to contain this before it spreads. Quarantine might be the safest option."
Luke, still grappling with the idea of the supernatural, mutters, "I thought werewolves were just a myth."
"You and me both," Kayla replies. "But we're dealing with it now. We have to be careful and act fast."
With a sense of urgency, we started discussing a plan to safeguard everyone from the potential consequences of Quinn's bite. The room becomes a makeshift war room, maps spread out, and makeshift weapons fashioned from silver. The reality of the supernatural threat hits us, and we prepare to face a night that promises danger and revelations.
Third person
"The infamous Dracula," van Helsing interjected, his eyes narrowing as he examined Sebastian with a mix of surprise and disdain.
Sebastian continued, "And Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil himself." He glanced at Lucifer, who was standing confidently, relishing the unfolding drama.
"I'm the one you've been searching for, the key to your revenge against my father Dracula," Sebastian declared boldly, masking the unease within him.
Van Helsing, still processing the revelation, finally spoke, "So, Dracula's offspring. I must admit, I didn't see this coming."
"Life is full of surprises, my dear van Helsing," Lucifer chimed in, enjoying the unexpected turn of events.
Haitia and Lucius, maintaining their demonic forms, circled around van Helsing, amplifying the tension in the private jet. Van Helsing, however, remained composed.
"Why should I believe a word that comes from the mouth of the Devil and his demonic children?" Van Helsing challenged, his hand instinctively reaching for a concealed weapon.
Sebastian, realizing the precarious situation, attempted to bridge the gap. "I do not share blood with them and I'm most definitely not their puppet. My path is my own, and I want answers from both sides. Why did my father seek your destruction, and why were you after him?"
Van Helsing's gaze shifted between Lucifer and Sebastian, contemplating his response carefully. "Vladislaus Dragulia was an abomination, a menace to both the mortal and supernatural realms. He sought to plunge the world into darkness, and his demise was a necessity. Now, Lucifer, why should I trust that his son is not a continuation of that darkness?"
Lucifer, with a sly smile, responded, "Gabriel, my dear adversary, wouldn't you agree that everyone deserves a chance at redemption? Sebastian may carry Dracula's blood, but he is not his father. Let us forge an alliance against a common enemy."
Van Helsing, skeptical yet intrigued, weighed his options. The private jet soared through the night sky, carrying the unlikely trio - Lucifer, Sebastian, and van Helsing - toward the mysterious depths of the Bermuda Triangle. The destiny of these intertwined beings remained uncertain, hanging in the balance of alliances and betrayals, as the plane sailed over the dark expanse of the Devil's Triangle.
Lucifer, Haitia, and Lucius continued their manipulative game, weaving a web around Sebastian to turn him into the ruthless creature they desired. Meanwhile, van Helsing struggled to find a way to reason with the conflicted young man.
As the private jet soared through the night sky toward the mysterious Bermuda Triangle, Lucifer began to plant seeds of doubt and resentment in Sebastian's mind. "Your father, Vladislaus Dragulia, was feared and respected. Don't you want to carry on his legacy, be the true heir to his dark power?" Lucifer whispered, his words echoing in the confined space of the aircraft.
Haitia and Lucius added their persuasive touches, emphasizing the strength that came with embracing the darkness. "Sebastian, you have the blood of Dracula flowing through your veins. It's time to embrace your true nature, to become the force that strikes fear into the hearts of mortals," Haitia urged, her voice dripping with persuasion.
Van Helsing, on the other hand, attempted to appeal to Sebastian's humanity. "Sebastian, I know you're not just a monster. You have the power to choose your path, to defy the legacy your father left behind. Don't let them turn you into the very thing you despise," he pleaded, his eyes filled with a genuine concern for the young man.
Caught between the conflicting influences, Sebastian found himself torn. The journey to the Bermuda Triangle felt like a descent into uncertainty, mirroring the inner turmoil within him. The trio of manipulators continued their psychological warfare, exploiting his vulnerabilities and fears.
As the jet touched down near the ominous waters of the Bermuda Triangle, Lucifer revealed their ultimate plan. "Sebastian, to prove your loyalty and cruelty, you must eliminate the one obstacle that stands in our way - van Helsing. End his existence, and you'll solidify your place as the heir to Dracula's throne."
The tension in the air became palpable as Sebastian faced the daunting task ahead. Van Helsing, however, persisted in his attempts to break through the veil of manipulation. "Sebastian, you don't have to succumb to their darkness. You have the power to choose your destiny, to break free from the chains they're trying to forge around you."
The stage was set for a confrontation between the conflicted Sebastian and the determined van Helsing, with the Bermuda Triangle casting its eerie shadow over the unfolding drama. The outcome hung in the balance, as the battle for Sebastian's soul reached a critical juncture in the heart of darkness.
Sebastian, overwhelmed by the relentless influence of Lucifer, Haitia, and Lucius, finally succumbed to the darkness within him. With a grim determination, he grasped a spear infused with dark energy, a weapon that could only harm immortals.
As van Helsing pleaded for mercy, Sebastian's eyes glowed with a malevolent intensity. With a swift, calculated motion, he impaled the legendary vampire hunter, driving the spear through Van Helsing's heart. A twisted smile played on Sebastian's lips as the trio cheered him on, reveling in the triumph of their manipulation.
As van Helsing's life force began to fade, he looked into Sebastian's eyes with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "You were never a monster, Sebastian. Remember, choices define us," he whispered, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime of experiences.
The manipulative trio, satisfied with their success, teleported back to land, leaving behind the crashed and sinking private jet in the dark waters of the Bermuda Triangle. The once-controlled chaos inside the aircraft now mirrored the turmoil within Sebastian's soul.
As the jet descended into the abyss, van Helsing found himself reflecting on the immortal life he had led. Memories of battles fought, lives saved, and the enduring struggle against the supernatural flooded his consciousness. He also pondered the mistakes, the losses, and the toll of immortality.
As the wreckage succumbed to the watery depths, van Helsing's final moments were marked by a serene acceptance. He embraced the inevitable end, the cold water wrapping around him like a shroud. In the silence of the ocean's depths, he heard a soft, ethereal voice.
"Welcome, Van Helsing. Your journey has come to an end," a soothing female voice echoed, carrying a promise of peace. As the voice spoke, van Helsing felt a profound tranquility wash over him.
In his final moments, van Helsing surrendered to the embrace of the deep, and the voice guided his spirit beyond the mortal realm. As he faded away, he realized that his journey was not an end but a transition.
In a distant celestial realm, the voice revealed the truth to van Helsing. "Gabriel, you have fulfilled your destiny. Embrace your true nature, for you are an archangel, and your purpose is yet to unfold."
In the heavenly expanse, the once-van Helsing now rested in a state of unawareness, his true identity concealed by the veil between realms. The celestial welcome resonated through the heavens, as Gabriel, the archangel, began a new chapter, unaware of the celestial destiny awaiting him.
As the echoes of the supernatural clash in Transylvania reverberated through the fabric of existence, Gabriel found himself standing at the threshold of heaven. The celestial gates, radiant and awe-inspiring, awaited his arrival. A divine presence enveloped him, and he felt a profound sense of peace and purity.
Before him, a magnificent being of light appeared - an ethereal figure radiating divine energy. It was a moment of profound significance, as Gabriel stood in the presence of God.
"Gabriel, my faithful servant," the voice echoed with infinite warmth and wisdom. "Your journey has been one of trials and tribulations, yet you have remained steadfast in your pursuit of righteousness."
Gabriel bowed in reverence, overwhelmed by the divine presence. "Lord, I have sought to fulfill my purpose, to protect the world from the forces of darkness that threaten to engulf it."
God spoke with a gentle authority, "Your dedication has not gone unnoticed, Gabriel. However, there is a matter of great importance that requires your attention."
As God extended His divine knowledge to Gabriel, the angelic being became aware of the events unfolding in Nashville - the supernatural struggles, the existence of Sebastian. The divine revelation unveiled the intricate threads of fate woven into the tapestry of Nashville
"In the land of south America, forces beyond the mortal realm are at play," God declared. "A delicate balance exists, and your presence is needed to safeguard the equilibrium between the supernatural and the mortal."
Gabriel absorbed the information, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Lord, what would you have me do in Nashville? How can I aid in preserving this balance?"
God's voice resonated with purpose, "You shall guide and protect those who stand as a barrier against the encroaching darkness. Sebastian and Gheata, two souls torn between the supernatural and human, are integral to the delicate equilibrium. Embrace your role as a guardian, for the threads of destiny intertwine with your purpose."
With a divine gesture, the gates of heaven opened wider, inviting Gabriel to enter. "Go forth, Gabriel, with the strength of righteousness in your wings. Your mission on earth awaits, and remember, even in the realms beyond, the light shall always prevail."
As Gabriel stepped into heaven, he felt a profound sense of purpose and determination. The divine charge to safeguard Nashville and its inhabitants echoed within him. The celestial gates closed behind him, and the heavens embraced him with their eternal radiance.
Meanwhile, back in Nashville, the aftermath of the supernatural conflict settled. The once-turbulent atmosphere began to calm, and the remnants of darkness faded away. Janet, unaware of the celestial intervention, continued her existence as the enigmatic force in Transylvania.
In the shadow of supernatural events, Sebastian pondered the mysteries surrounding his true nature. Little did he know that the arrival of Gabriel, a celestial guide, would soon illuminate the path ahead.