As the heavy door clicked shut, sealing the vampires inside the basement, Samantha felt a wave of unease wash over her. The humans' plan had been well-intentioned, but she feared it might have inadvertently set the stage for disaster.
Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the still forms of the sleeping vampires. Each had a bag of donated blood placed carefully beside them, a lifeline meant to ease their hunger when they awoke. But Samantha's attention was drawn to one figure in particular:
Jake.
Unlike the others, Jake's sleep seemed lighter, more restless. His eyes darted beneath closed lids, and his fingers twitched occasionally. Samantha hovered closer, her senses straining to detect any hint of his thoughts or intentions.
Suddenly, Jake's eyes snapped open. He sat up slowly, his gaze calculating as he surveyed the room. Samantha tensed, watching as Jake's nostrils flared, catching the scent of the blood bags.
