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On the bustling streets of New York at night, the entire commercial district was lit up, showcasing the elegance of the city that never sleeps. Crowds surged, filling the streets with life. In the midst of this lively scene, Leon and Wanda were out with Alina, Polina, and Clarice, taking them on a shopping trip. Each of the girls had an ice cream in hand, happily licking away as they wandered.
The three little girls were clearly enjoying themselves. They chatted excitedly, their heads close together, debating whether to buy new clothes or head to the movies. Wanda and Leon followed behind, like doting parents, watching over them.
Wanda, being a girl herself, had a natural flair for shopping. In the past, there hadn't been much opportunity for it, with most of her time focused on training and seeking revenge. But now, with her heart's burdens lifted, she found herself fully embracing this long-forgotten skill.
As for Leon, he didn't mind the shopping at all. Compared to the intense training and battles he was used to, this was easy. Plus, his perspective on life had shifted, and now he saw shopping as another way to enjoy the little pleasures. He was incredibly patient, carrying bags of clothes that Wanda had bought for herself, him, and the three little ones. Seeing how happy they all were, Leon couldn't help but smile softly.
"Leon, Wanda, let's go watch a movie!" the three girls exclaimed, having reached an agreement. They had been searching on their phones and turned around excitedly to share the news.
"Have you decided what to watch?" Leon asked.
"Yep! We're going to see Godzilla!" Clarice held up her phone to show them the movie tickets. The screening was in just ten minutes.
Leon glanced at Wanda, who smiled sweetly. He patted Clarice on the head and asked, "Did you already get the tickets?"
"Yep, five tickets!"
"Then let's go," Wanda said, indulging the younger ones.
"Yay!" the three girls cheered, filled with excitement.
The little girls beamed with happiness. The movie theater wasn't far, so the five of them walked together, laughing and enjoying the evening. As they strolled, bats suddenly appeared in the sky above New York City, all flying in the same direction. In the moonlight, the sight was eerie, though the people around them didn't seem to notice.
However, Leon, Wanda, and the three little ones did. They stopped and looked up at the sky. Using their heightened senses, Leon and Wanda could clearly feel the cold, evil aura emanating from each bat.
"Leon?" The three little girls, unaware of what was happening, looked up at him with concern. Leon and Wanda exchanged a glance.
Wanda chuckled softly, "It's nothing. Let's go watch the movie."
"Okay!" Satisfied with that answer, the girls didn't make a fuss as long as their movie plans weren't disrupted.
Before heading to the theater, Leon quickly contacted the housekeeper, who drove to the curb. He loaded all their shopping bags into the car and sent them off to the manor, arranging for the driver to pick them up after the movie.
The girls, excited beyond words, ran hand in hand, laughing as they went. Leon and Wanda followed at a leisurely pace behind them.
"Those bats... and the vampires. Looks like they're planning something big tonight," Wanda whispered to Leon as they walked side by side. They were both dressed in matching outfits with animal prints, just like the little girls, which showed off their fit figures.
Leon nodded. "There's going to be a bloody grand party tonight. Sergei and Pietro are going to have a good time."
"Will the hosts make them that happy?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Leon smirked, understanding her underlying concern. "Are you worried about them?"
Wanda didn't hide her feelings. "I'll check on them after the movie. Hopefully, I won't be too late."
She trusted Sergei and Pietro's strength, but the creatures they were dealing with—undead beings tied to ancient legends—made her uneasy.
Leon chuckled. "Go ahead, but if they do screw up, make sure to take a picture. We can embarrass them later."
Wanda grinned mischievously. "Deal."
Meanwhile, over in Brooklyn, New York—a culturally, socially, and racially diverse area with a rich artistic and architectural heritage—things were far less lively. On the west side of Brooklyn stood a towering high-rise. At night, the streets around it were shrouded in darkness, the sky filled with heavy clouds, giving the entire area an eerie and unsettling atmosphere.
A figure on a motorcycle sped down the street, heading straight for the building. Without any hesitation, they smashed through the front entrance, sending glass shattering across the floor.
Boom!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted, and the lobby was instantly filled with the sound of bullets ripping through the air. The decorative lights and rock formations inside were torn to pieces as bullets flew, filling the space with shards of glass and debris. The motorcycle, however, weaved through the hail of bullets, dodging the heavily armed vampire warriors who blocked the way.
Then, a towering vampire warrior smirked and lunged forward, delivering a punch that sent the motorcycle crashing into a distant wall. But the rider had already vanished before the impact.
The vampire warriors, guns at the ready, aimed toward the broken glass where the rider had disappeared, the atmosphere thick with tension. A chilling air hung over the room as they moved cautiously.
Suddenly, another window shattered about ten meters away. A figure burst through, wielding two fully automatic submachine guns, both hands on the triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The roar of gunfire echoed through the lobby, and flashes of light blazed from the gun barrels. Several vampire warriors were caught off guard, unable to dodge in time. Bullets ripped through their bodies, sparks flying as they let out agonized screams before crumbling into ashes.
The remaining vampires roared in fury, turning their guns on the attacker. But the figure moved like a phantom, darting through their lines. Even for these elite pure-blood warriors, dodging bullets wasn't difficult, but the relentless suppressive fire pinned the attacker behind a nearby column.
The battle was far from over.