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The Meeting
"Welcome, Paul."
A man with blonde hair greets Paul, his voice steady yet filled with an underlying heaviness.
"Oh, Derrick… I missed you," Paul says, embracing Derrick. "I didn't think you would come."
"I needed to," Derrick replies, his tone grim. "My friend was killed by those monsters."
Paul's face darkens. "He was a good man. May he find peace."
Paul nods solemnly. Before another word can be spoken, a woman steps forward.
"Sir, it's about time."
They both acknowledge her with a nod and follow her inside.
The room they enter is vast, dominated by a large, round table. Thirty figures sit around it, their expressions somber, their eyes burning with quiet rage. Paul and Derrick take their seats.
A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and a sharp build stands. His voice cuts through the heavy silence like a blade.
"My friends, today, a member of the Jackals was killed—slaughtered by a vampire. I know this is a moment of grief for all of us, but he gave his life for a cause greater than himself. He died so that we may continue our mission—to eradicate these vicious monsters. They are a threat to humanity. Every year, thousands of people go missing. We may not know where they disappear to, but we know who is responsible."
A tense murmur spreads through the room.
"Vampires steal from us. They kill our families, our friends—everyone we love. But today, we have a lead. We know the name of the vampire who took Tyler's life."
A man speaks up. "Who killed him?"
"His name is Leon Shroud. He arrived in this city a few days ago. Fortunately, when Tyler died, we had a witness—Liora Vexen, the daughter of Mr. Vexen. Apparently, she and Leon were quite close. She met him at her banquet. That night, as she was heading to the bathroom, she saw Leon feeding—ripping into someone. She didn't recognize the victim, but she ran."
Derrick frowns. "But how did he not sense her? I thought vampires had heightened senses. And why isn't she in shock?"
"She is in shock. She's currently with our doctor—we need her to forget what she saw. As for why Leon didn't sense her… we're unsure. We believe he was too focused on the blood."
Paul nods. "That's very plausible."
The man seated next to Paul speaks. "Where is he now?"
The standing man—Zane—narrows his eyes. "He's at Flauf Street, near the Vexen mansion. I want Paul and Derrick to handle this mission. Can I trust you two?"
Paul and Derrick rise to their feet. Their voices ring out in unison. "Of course, sir."
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The Wrong Kill
Leon's mansion is eerily silent.
He pulls a book from the shelf, settling onto the sofa. The storm outside rages, wind rattling the windows.
He smiles faintly. I already miss Liora…
Then—
A loud crash.
Leon startles.
A bang echoes through the corridor.
He grips a lamp, rising cautiously. His voice is firm but wary.
"Who's there?"
Silence.
Then—
A blur.
A flash of steel.
His head tumbles to the floor.
Paul exhales, his katana dripping with blood.
Derrick smirks. "Paul, let me have some fun too."
But Paul doesn't respond.
His eyes narrow.
Something is wrong.
"Derrick… something is missing."
Derrick frowns. "What?"
Paul kneels beside the corpse. His fingers press into the pooling blood.
It's red.
Not blue.
His stomach tightens.
"He… wasn't a vampire."
Derrick steps closer. He stares at the body, his face paling.
Then he looks at Paul.
And Paul looks at him.
They both understand.
"We need to go back. Quickly."
They run.
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The Bloodbath
The scent of blood reaches them before the door even opens.
Paul's heart pounds as he throws the doors wide—
And freezes.
Bodies. Everywhere.
Their comrades—slashed, torn, drained. Their lifeless forms lie crumpled on the floor, blood soaking into the wood, staining the walls.
At the center of the room, a figure stands.
A woman.
She tilts her head back, her fangs sinking into Zane's already lifeless throat, drinking deeply.
Paul and Derrick stand in horror.
Paul whispers, his voice hoarse. "You… you're Liora?"
She smiles.
It's a grotesque thing—wide, sharp, filled with madness.
"Hahaha… I fooled you. It was so easy."
Rage takes over.
Paul lunges, katana swinging for her neck.
But she moves.
She is too fast.
His blade slices through the empty air.
Derrick appears behind her. His katana thrusts forward—
SPLASH.
Her back tears.
She lets out a scream—high-pitched, inhuman.
But then—
She laughs.
With a single motion, she rips the blade from her own flesh.
The wound closes.
Instantly.
Then—she vanishes.
And reappears behind Paul.
Her fingers clamp around his throat.
With a sickening CRACK, she twists.
Paul's body drops.
"NO! PAUL!!"
Derrick's voice is raw, filled with grief.
"You'll pay for this." His grip tightens on his katana.
He rushes forward.
Takes one step—
CRACK.
His skull shatters.
His body hits the floor.
Liora grins, licking the blood from her fingers.
Then, without a second thought, she feeds.
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The Child's Hunger
Thunder rumbles outside.
Elena watches from her bedroom window, her fingers tracing the cold glass.
"The weather is terrible tonight… I hope he's okay."
The door creaks open.
A small figure steps inside.
"Mom… I'm scared."
Elena smiles gently. She kneels.
"Don't worry, Cassius. It's just a storm."
Cassius's eyes flick up.
They glow—a deep, unnatural red.
"I'm not scared of the thunder," he whispers. "I'm scared of this."
His mouth opens.
Fangs glisten.
Elena gasps.
"Cassius, no—"
But he leaps.
Teeth sink into her throat.
She gasps, hands clawing weakly at his small form.
Her strength fades.
Her world darkens.
Cassius pulls away, blood dripping from his lips.
"Mom? Mom, wake up."
He shakes her lifeless body.
"Mom… please…"
The bedroom door opens.
Mr. Smith stands there.
He sees Elena's body.
He sees Cassius's bloody mouth.
His expression turns cold.
Cassius stares at him, tears welling in his eyes.
He grabs the boy.
The basement door swings open—
And slams shut.
In the hall, Smith lifts the telephone.
Dials.
"Who is this?" a voice asks.
"It's Kael Smith." His voice is grim. "We need to talk."