Fuelled by a tumult of emotion, Lauren, her directed her attention to the immobilized vampire whose violent act had caused this relentless ordeal.
"You don't deserve to live," she said, her voice filled with anger and sorrow. Placing her hand upon the vampire's head, she made an incantation, her words ushering forth a haunting and resounding scream that echoed through the night, before she turned away.
Moments later, the emergency response team arrived, their trained hands swiftly attending to the victims with a precision born from years of dedicated service. With efficiency, they carefully transported the injured victims on wheeled gurneys, ushering them into the awaiting ambulance.
On the other side of the mall, the hurried footsteps signaled the convergence of escaped vampires face to face with a figure of commanding presence—Damien and his men.
"Look what we have here," Damon chuckled, the resonance of his voice bearing a chilling tenor that sent a shiver down the collective spines of the petrified vampires. Sudden dread distanced itself from their faces as they recognized the notorious reputation of the vampire prince and the Da Marco brothers.
Damien observed the vampires intently, the inscrutable mask of his countenance betraying none of his thoughts. "Where are the humans?" he questioned, his tone bearing the weight of imminent consequence.
In the face of their silence, the vampires, bereft of words, turned to flee. Yet, even as they sought to evade this perilous encounter, Damien and his men were upon them with a swiftness that left little room for escape. In a matter of moments, the figure of Damien seized one of the vampires by the neck, hoisting him aloft with a chilling display of unyielding strength.
"Take care of the other," Damien instructed, has he violently hurled his captive against the wall, rendering him cold and unconscious. "Take this one to the dungeon. We need to uncover the find whomever that is behind this," Damien directed.
After giving instructions, Damien left to look for Lauren.
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Venessa and the Benneth witches gracefully dismantled the protective barrier that had encircled the entire mall. News had reached them that the vampires, once, had been successfully neutralized.
Lauren, her heart heavy with relief and concern, observed as her father and the other victims of the vampire clash were carefully loaded onto the waiting ambulance and whisked away. Though her instinct was to accompany her father, but as the leader and captain of the special ops team involved in the confrontation, she knew her duty was to remain and provide a detailed account of the events, particularly regarding the whereabouts of Director Shaw, who was still missing.
As time passed, Marcel, the and loyal companion of the Benneth sisters, her aunt, Director Fernanda, and other esteemed directors and security operatives began to gather in the underground parking lot. Their presence brought a sense of order and authority to the chaotic aftermath.
Marcel, ever the first to arrive, approached Lauren with a determined stride. Without hesitation, he enfolded her in his strong and comforting embrace. Initially taken aback, Lauren soon found solace in his arms, allowing herself to relax.
It was in this tender moment that Lauren caught sight of Damien. He entered the scene, accompanied by his fellow vampires, his eyes fixed upon the sight of Lauren embracing Marcel.
"Are you ok? Is there any injury you have sustained? And what of your father? Were you able to reach him in time?" he bombarded her with questions, his concern evident in his voice.
"No, I am unscathed... thankfully, my father will also make a full recovery, just like the others," she reassured him, her words carrying a sense of relief.
In the midst of the commotion, Madame Veronica pressed for details the moment he drew near to her. "And your father, how is he faring?"
"He's stable, much like everyone else, with the exception of Director Shaw," she replied in a composed tone, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
"And what happened to Director Shaw? Can you shed some light on the matter?" Director Fernanda asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
"The leader managed to escape with him before we could apprehend them," she stated matter-of-factly, her words revealing the frustration she felt at their missed opportunity.
"And what about the others?" she pressed further, her eyes searching for answers.
"They have already been transported to the hospital," Lauren replied, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words to explain the reason behind their hospitalization.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Damien, silently surveying aftermath of their intense battle with the vampires.
As Damien surveyed the grim aftermath, he couldn't help but admire the raw display of power presented in the blood-splattered remains. The scene before him held a haunting beauty—a testament to the brutal capabilities of the witches.
He paused to examine a vampire grievously wounded, with gouged-out eyes and blood seeping from every orifice. The bone-crushing force that tore through the creature's legs left a chilling impression, rendering visible damage even through the denim it wore. It was a grotesque sight, one that spoke volumes of the formidable force responsible for inducing such profound devastation.
As if sensing her presence, Damien felt a familiar presence approach from behind. It was Lauren, the one who held a special place in his heart. Seizing the opportunity, he attempted once more to delve into her mind, hoping to glean some understanding of the events that had transpired. However, his intrusion was met with a resounding slam, as if a door had been forcefully shut, denying him access to her thoughts.
"Damien," she called softly, her voice evoking an unexpected warmth within him. It was a warmth that reached beyond mere affection—a sensation that transcended mere liking. In that moment, he knew that the depth of his feelings for her surpassed any admission of mere fondness; Love, a sentiment he had been reluctant to admit, blossomed within him, consuming his every thought.
At that moment he knew he loved her more than he had ever dared to acknowledge.