Back in the factory, the action continues, Tamara and Jason battling side by side, and watching each other's backs, as they fight against the enormous numbers of guards in the plant. Tamara, with her twin swords, was knocking out many bullets being shot at her by the vampire guards at the blood factory. As Tamara and her colleagues were moving to the main area of the facility, a familiar person appeared—Deborah herself. She stood at the heart of the mayhem, her eyes burning with wrath as she watched Tamara destroy her empire."You think you can stop me, Tamara?" Deborah growled, coming forward with deadly ease. You're just like the rest of them—weak, clinging to humanity. But I will show you what actual power looks like. Tamara prepared herself, knowing this confrontation had been coming. I won't let you turn this city into a graveyard, Deborah. I won't let you damage anything for your greed. Deborah laughed with a nasty and terrifying tone. You can't stop me. I was created to reign, and I will crush everybody who stands in my way. You're just another impediment. The two vampires clashed their speed and might meet in a whirlwind of blows. Tamara battled with everything she had, but Deborah was unrelenting, her years of expertise making her a nearly unstoppable force. Blood splashed over the walls as the conflict intensified, their teeth bared and their gaze locked in a lethal dance. But Tamara had one advantage—her vision. She could see glimpses of what was to come, predicting Deborah's manoeuvres just before they happened. With a final surge of strength, Tamara unleashed a deadly blow, sending Deborah tumbling into the blood containers, breaking them. As she hurried closer to Deborah's side, she didn't realize that Deborah had picked up a pistol from the ground nearby, as Tamara jumped in the air with her sword ready to strike Deborah, Deborah immediately fired a shot that hit Tamara in the side belly. Immediately, Tamara cried out of pain and fell to the ground, holding her side, belly fighting to crawl away from Deborah, who was now on her feet approaching Tamara with a blade in her hand with a cruel smile on her face. As she stepped up to Tamara, she stated to her, I made a promise to you and the rest of my pack that next time I set my eyes on you, I will take your life. She said as she placed her sword on the neck of Tamara. That moment Tamara had accepted her reality and was ready to die.
But as Deborah was about to slice Tamara's throat apart, Jason caught her with his vampire's speed. He unleashed a flying kick at Deborah, knocking her off Tamara, and pushed her against the wall.
Deborah immediately raised her head to gaze at Jason, she growled, with rage in her eyes sparkling with bloodlust, and astonished.
Who are you? How dare you interfere in this?
Jason stood between Deborah and Tamara, his fangs bared and his attitude protective. "You'll have to go through me first," he hissed, positioning himself to defend his mentor. Deborah rose slowly, her wrath barely restrained as she scowled at Jason. "You dare challenge me, fledgling?" she snarled, eyes narrowing in scorn. "You should've stayed out of this." Jason's stare didn't waver. He knew Deborah's strength was considerably more than his, but there was no way he'd allow her to finish Tamara off without a struggle. "I don't care who you are," Jason responded, his voice low and uncompromising. "Tamara is under my protection." Deborah's lips curved into a growl, her body tensing as she prepared to attack. But then something struck her sight in the distance—the faint light of dawn. The first rays of sunshine began to creep over the horizon, bathing the sky in a warm glow. Deborah's demeanor altered swiftly from wrath to eagerness. She hissed, twisting her head to the side to avoid the impending light. With a swift move, she signalled to her guards. Get the automobile. Now! She snapped, her voice overflowing with frustration. She had no choice but to retire for now—the sunlight was her worst enemy. Her guards sprang into action, and within moments, the sound of tyres screaming heralded their departure. Deborah threw one more furious stare at Jason and Tamara before withdrawing into the shadows, her presence diminishing as the day neared.
Jason and Tamara watched as Deborah and her pack slipped into the shadows, her presence vanishing as the light of the rising sun washed over the horizon. Jason, panting slightly from the ferocity of the fight, looked to Tamara, concern written on his young face. "Are you alright, mistress?" Jason asked, his voice gentle yet eager. He gazed at the wound on her arm, where blood still trickled slowly, a sign of the hard encounter. Tamara winced but nodded. "I'll live," she whispered, despite the pain was apparent. She felt the weight of the war in her bones, but there was no time for weakness. Jason hastily tore a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it over her arm, his hands moving swiftly to halt the flow. We need to get back to camp. The sun's rising fast, and it's not safe out here. Tamara gritted her teeth, pushing herself to stand with Jason's support. Her followers crowded around her, their expressions taut and attentive. They all knew that Deborah would return, stronger and more furious. The dawn had provided them a little reprieve, but the fight between them was far from done. As they sped toward the shelter of their camp, Tamara's mind raced. She had underestimated Deborah's ambition. The vicious attack was not simply about feeding and multiplying the pack; it was a declaration of supremacy, a warning to anyone who dared challenge her. But Tamara couldn't let Deborah's bloodlust devour the city unchallenged. Her mentor status and the allegiance of her followers gave her influence, but they needed more than simply survival—they needed a plan to strike back. Back at their camp, Tamara sank onto a chair, allowing her colleagues treat to her wounds more fully. Jason lingered close, his gaze never leaving her. We can't allow this to happen again, he replied, his voice full of conviction. "Deborah won't stop until she controls everything." Tamara nodded grimly. We need allies. Deborah's becoming stronger every night, and soon, she'll have more vampires than we can handle on our own. Jason grimaced, his jaw clenched. "But who would dare stand against her?" Tamara's eyes clouded as she peered into the flames of a nearby fire. In the fire chamber of the black room. There are still some who haven't chosen a side. Vampires who cherish equilibrium, don't want the world to be plunged into turmoil. We'll need to identify them—and convince them that fighting against Deborah is the only way. Jason knelt beside her, his loyalty unflinching. "I'll follow you, mistress, no matter what happens." Tamara stretched out, resting a hand on his shoulder. I know, Jason. And I'll need you more than ever. As the first rays of morning peered through the trees, Tamara closed her eyes, letting the warmth contact her skin. It was a reminder of what they were fighting for—the tenuous balance between their kind and humans. But with Deborah out there, growing stronger every night, that balance was slipping. Tamara knew she would have to risk everything to stop her rival's reign of terror before it swallowed them all.