Immediately after Immediately after Tamara left, Mrs. Charlton received a call from her colleague, informing her about an attack in the city. Without hesitation, she quickly got dressed, instructed her daughter to help Mirabel settle in, kissed her husband, and promised to be back soon. Grabbing her car keys, she headed to the scene of the attack, her mind racing. When she arrived, the place was swarming with police officers and paramedics. Ambulances lined the street, and investigators were on-site, piecing together what had happened. Mrs Charlton parked her car and quickly approached the chaos. Dead bodies were being carried away, blood staining the ground where the attack had occurred. The air was thick with the smell of death, and Mrs. Charlton could feel the tension hanging over the scene. As she scanned the area, she spotted her colleague, Detective Reed, standing near one of the ambulances, talking with the medical team. She rushed over to him. "Reed!" she called, her voice cutting through the noise of the scene. He turned to her, his face pale and grim. Mrs. Charlton. This one is bad. Like terrible. She nodded, feeling the weight of his words even before she asked. "What happened here?" Reed glanced around, lowering his voice. It looks like some kind of gang or terrorist attack. Multiple casualties. No clear motive yet. Whoever did this was brutal; they left no one alive. Mrs. Charlton frowned. "Any survivors?" "None that can speak," Reed said. There were a few people found alive, but they were in shock, and not saying anything. It's like they've been completely traumatized by what they saw. Mrs. Charlton looked around at the bodies being zipped into bags. She knew this wasn't the work of a typical gang or terrorist group—it had to be vampires. But the police had no idea what they were dealing with. What about witnesses? Mrs. Charlton asked. Just one so far. She's shaken, and keeps rambling about monsters, saying they weren't human, Reed said, his expression sceptical. You know how these things go. People see something traumatic, and they start imagining things. Mrs. Charlton didn't respond right away, her mind racing. She knew better than to dismiss this as pure imagination. She had seen what vampires were capable of, and she had just encountered a different one—Tamara. Could this be linked to the same group? Reed continued," We've got forensics combing the place, but it's not adding up. No footprints, no signs of forced entry, nothing. It's like they came out of nowhere. Mrs Charlton glanced over at the ambulance carrying the bodies away, her thoughts heavy. The police were treating this as a conventional investigation, unaware that something far more dangerous lurked beneath the surface. She sighed. Keep me posted on any developments. I'll see what else I can dig up. As she walked away, her phone buzzed again, a sense of dread filling her chest. Tamara had warned her about the growing threat, and now it seemed to be unfolding right before her eyes. Mrs. Charlton knew she had to be careful—there was more going on here than anyone realized.
From that day onward, Deborah and her vampire pack unleashed a reign of terror on Uptown, hunting relentlessly to feed and grow their numbers. Deborah, determined to secure a steady supply of blood, took over one of her father's abandoned factories. Under her command, it became a dark and hidden blood factory. At night, her pack prowled the city, abducting their victims and bringing them back to the factory. There, the captives' blood was drained into massive containers. Inside, vampires worked tirelessly, bottling the blood to ensure Deborah's brood never went hungry. To avoid suspicion, Deborah crafted a clever ruse. The factory was disguised as a legitimate juice production plant, complete with a clean and bustling exterior. Bright signage and cheerful workers maintained the illusion of a thriving business. From the outside, it looked like a simple juice factory, with deliveries and trucks moving in and out. But beyond the facade, the true horrors unfolded. Inside, it was a nightmarish blood factory where no one escaped once they were brought in. The chilling efficiency of the operation kept authorities and curious eyes at bay, allowing Deborah and her pack to feed and thrive unnoticed. The city of Uptown remained blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking within their midst, oblivious to the horrors hidden behind the factory walls.
On the other hand, Tamara moved like a shadow in the night, silently waging her war against Deborah's followers. She became a protector of humans, intercepting the vampires who hunted them and setting free those who had been captured by Deborah's gang. Whenever she encountered vampires desperate for blood, she would stop their attacks and offer them packs of blood she had extracted from animals, which she hunted from the forests near Hollow Creek. Over time, Tamara became a mentor to these vampires, teaching them to control their hunger and resist the urge to harm humans. She showed them a different way of survival, one that did not rely on human blood. One such vampire was Jason, a young teenager recently turned and overcome with bloodlust. One night, as he was about to attack two young girls on their way home, Tamara stepped in. She saved the girls and guided Jason, helping him resist his urges and teaching him how to live without feeding on humans. From that night on, Jason, along with a few other vampires she had mentored, began accompanying Tamara on her nightly missions. Together, they patrol the city, protecting humans from the dangers of Deborah's pack and ensuring that those who had been turned away found a path of redemption rather than destruction.
One night, as Tamara and her group of newly reformed vampires were out on their usual mission, Jason suddenly tended atop a nearby tower building. His sharp senses caught something off. Scanning the streets with his superb night vision, he spots a commercial bus being hijacked by Deborah's vampires. The bus driver had been shot, and a vampire now sat behind the wheel, steering the vehicle off-course. Jason's eyes widened in alarm." They're heading towards the factory," Jason muttered to himself, his vampire hearing picking up muffled cries from inside the bus. The humans trapped inside were in grave danger. Without hesitation, Jason leapt down from the building and rushed to inform Tamara and the others. "Deborah's pack hijacked a bus. They're heading toward the factory with a load of humans. We need to stop them now. Tamara didn't waste a second. "Let's go," she ordered, her voice calm but fierce. With their vampire speed, the seven sped down the streets, racing ahead of the bus to a strategic point where they could intercept it. They reached a dark, deserted stretch of the road known as Quest Street and stood firm, blocking the way. Weapons in hand, they were ready. When the vampire driving the bus saw them, he slammed on the brakes, fury spreading across his face. His fangs glistened under the streetlights as his anger flared. Snarling, he shouted to the others inside the bus, "We've got company!" Moments later, the two groups of vampires collided in an intense battle. Fists, claws, and weapons flew as the fight erupted into chaos. Tamara fought precisely, her movements swift and calculated, while Jason and the others took on Deborah's pack ruthlessly. The air was thick with snarls and the clash of steel as both sides fought for dominance. Amid the chaos, the humans trapped inside the bus saw their chance to escape. Panic-stricken, they bolted into the dark, cool streets, scattering in all directions. Some of them, barely able to process what was happening, frantically dialled Nine One. their hands trembling as they called for help. Just as Tamara and her group began to gain the upper hand, another van screeched into view. Reinforcements from Deborah's pack. The doors swung open, and more vampires poured out, quickly grabbing a few of the escaping humans. They dragged their captives into the van, speeding off toward the industrial area and the factory. Tamara spotted them but was still locked in combat with two vicious vampires. She fought relentlessly, but her eyes darted toward the van. She growled in frustration, unable to break free. Jason, seeing the same, fought harder, pushing back against the vampires in his way. Once the fight was over, Deborah's remaining vampires fled, while some died and were defeated on the ground, momentarily turning into ashes. left, Mrs. Charlton received a call from her colleague, informing her about an attack in the city. Without hesitation, she quickly got dressed, instructed her daughter to help Mirabel settle in, kissed her husband, and promised to be back soon. Grabbing her car keys, she headed to the scene of the attack, her mind racing. When she arrived, the place was swarming with police officers and paramedics. Ambulances lined the street, and investigators were on-site, piecing together what had happened. Mrs Charlton parked her car and quickly approached the chaos. Dead bodies were being carried away, blood staining the ground where the attack had occurred. The air was thick with the smell of death, and Mrs. Charlton could feel the tension hanging over the scene. As she scanned the area, she spotted her colleague, Detective Reed, standing near one of the ambulances, talking with the medical team. She rushed over to him. "Reed!" she called, her voice cutting through the noise of the scene. He turned to her, his face pale and grim. Mrs. Charlton. This one is bad. Like terrible. She nodded, feeling the weight of his words even before she asked. "What happened here?" Reed glanced around, lowering his voice. It looks like some kind of gang or terrorist attack. Multiple casualties. No clear motive yet. Whoever did this was brutal; they left no one alive. Mrs. Charlton frowned. "Any survivors?" "None that can speak," Reed said. There were a few people found alive, but they were in shock, and not saying anything. It's like they've been completely traumatized by what they saw. Mrs. Charlton looked around at the bodies being zipped into bags. She knew this wasn't the work of a typical gang or terrorist group—it had to be vampires. But the police had no idea what they were dealing with. What about witnesses? Mrs. Charlton asked. Just one so far. She's shaken, and keeps rambling about monsters, saying they weren't human, Reed said, his expression sceptical. You know how these things go. People see something traumatic, and they start imagining things. Mrs. Charlton didn't respond right away, her mind racing. She knew better than to dismiss this as pure imagination. She had seen what vampires were capable of, and she had just encountered a different one—Tamara. Could this be linked to the same group? Reed continued," We've got forensics combing the place, but it's not adding up. No footprints, no signs of forced entry, nothing. It's like they came out of nowhere. Mrs Charlton glanced over at the ambulance carrying the bodies away, her thoughts heavy. The police were treating this as a conventional investigation, unaware that something far more dangerous lurked beneath the surface. She sighed. Keep me posted on any developments. I'll see what else I can dig up. As she walked away, her phone buzzed again, a sense of dread filling her chest. Tamara had warned her about the growing threat, and now it seemed to be unfolding right before her eyes. Mrs. Charlton knew she had to be careful—there was more going on here than anyone realized. From that day onward, Deborah and her vampire pack unleashed a reign of terror on Uptown, hunting relentlessly to feed and grow their numbers. Deborah, determined to secure a steady supply of blood, took over one of her father's abandoned factories. Under her command, it became a dark and hidden blood factory. At night, her pack prowled the city, abducting their victims and bringing them back to the factory. There, the captives' blood was drained into massive containers. Inside, vampires worked tirelessly, bottling the blood to ensure Deborah's brood never went hungry. To avoid suspicion, Deborah crafted a clever ruse. The factory was disguised as a legitimate juice production plant, complete with a clean and bustling exterior. Bright signage and cheerful workers maintained the illusion of a thriving business. From the outside, it looked like a simple juice factory, with deliveries and trucks moving in and out. But beyond the facade, the true horrors unfolded. Inside, it was a nightmarish blood factory where no one escaped once they were brought in. The chilling efficiency of the operation kept authorities and curious eyes at bay, allowing Deborah and her pack to feed and thrive unnoticed. The city of Uptown remained blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking within their midst, oblivious to the horrors hidden behind the factory walls. On the other hand, Tamara moved like a shadow in the night, silently waging her war against Deborah's followers. She became a protector of humans, intercepting the vampires who hunted them and setting free those who had been captured by Deborah's gang. Whenever she encountered vampires desperate for blood, she would stop their attacks and offer them packs of blood she had extracted from animals, which she hunted from the forests near Hollow Creek. Over time, Tamara became a mentor to these vampires, teaching them to control their hunger and resist the urge to harm humans. She showed them a different way of survival, one that did not rely on human blood. One such vampire was Jason, a young teenager recently turned and overcome with bloodlust. One night, as he was about to attack two young girls on their way home, Tamara stepped in. She saved the girls and guided Jason, helping him resist his urges and teaching him how to live without feeding on humans. From that night on, Jason, along with a few other vampires she had mentored, began accompanying Tamara on her nightly missions. Together, they patrol the city, protecting humans from the dangers of Deborah's pack and ensuring that those who had been turned away found a path of redemption rather than destruction. One night, as Tamara and her group of newly reformed vampires were out on their usual mission, Jason suddenly tended atop a nearby tower building. His sharp senses caught something off. Scanning the streets with his superb night vision, he spots a commercial bus being hijacked by Deborah's vampires. The bus driver had been shot, and a vampire now sat behind the wheel, steering the vehicle off-course. Jason's eyes widened in alarm." They're heading towards the factory," Jason muttered to himself, his vampire hearing picking up muffled cries from inside the bus. The humans trapped inside were in grave danger. Without hesitation, Jason leapt down from the building and rushed to inform Tamara and the others. "Deborah's pack hijacked a bus. They're heading toward the factory with a load of humans. We need to stop them now. Tamara didn't waste a second. "Let's go," she ordered, her voice calm but fierce. With their vampire speed, the seven sped down the streets, racing ahead of the bus to a strategic point where they could intercept it. They reached a dark, deserted stretch of the road known as Quest Street and stood firm, blocking the way. Weapons in hand, they were ready. When the vampire driving the bus saw them, he slammed on the brakes, fury spreading across his face. His fangs glistened under the streetlights as his anger flared. Snarling, he shouted to the others inside the bus, "We've got company!" Moments later, the two groups of vampires collided in an intense battle. Fists, claws, and weapons flew as the fight erupted into chaos. Tamara fought precisely, her movements swift and calculated, while Jason and the others took on Deborah's pack ruthlessly. The air was thick with snarls and the clash of steel as both sides fought for dominance. Amid the chaos, the humans trapped inside the bus saw their chance to escape. Panic-stricken, they bolted into the dark, cool streets, scattering in all directions. Some of them, barely able to process what was happening, frantically dialled Nine One. their hands trembling as they called for help. Just as Tamara and her group began to gain the upper hand, another van screeched into view. Reinforcements from Deborah's pack. The doors swung open, and more vampires poured out, quickly grabbing a few of the escaping humans. They dragged their captives into the van, speeding off toward the industrial area and the factory. Tamara spotted them but was still locked in combat with two vicious vampires. She fought relentlessly, but her eyes darted toward the van. She growled in frustration, unable to break free. Jason, seeing the same, fought harder, pushing back against the vampires in his way. Once the fight was over, Deborah's remaining vampires fled, while some died and were defeated on the ground, momentarily turning into ashes.