What murderous job would you have me do?

The idea of going to hunt down the witch that killed Dan was very thrilling. Hell, everyone looked excited like they were attending a party with free booze, only that the major booze vampires chug down is blood.

"Wait! Even though I don't understand a thing y'all are blabbing about. Can you at least help me up so I can be on my merry way?" Blondie's voice interrupted our brief merriment.

Dad brought out his checkbook and gave the blondie a hundred thousand dollars cheque.

"Okay, what murderous job do you want me to do?" Blondie stared wide-eyed at father and the cheque and pretended to shoot himself in the head.

"Forget everything you saw today, forget about losing your job and go start a new life out of LA." Dad compelled the blondie who stood up and looked like his memory was severed before sauntering out of our sight without a word.

Mind compulsion is another benefit we enjoy as vampires. It is the ability of immortals like vampires and hybrids to control the mind of another through eye contact. We have the ability to erase the victim's memory or even alter them. That way, we can feed on the locals easily and compel them to forget without getting a backlash or an uproar from the human faction.

Witches also have the power to compel with the help of magic and spells. Talking about witches, they used to practice their magic at the cemetery before father banned it. The cemetery is a sacred ground where they can easily connect with their ancestors and have full access to their ancestral magic. So they live and worship the Hollywood cemetery which happens to be one of the oldest yet historical cemeteries in LA.

The burial ground has housed many citizens but it is specifically being used by the LA coven of witches who require access to their ancestor's consecrated remains in order to continue their magic. It maintains a kind of connection and balance between the supernatural realm and the physical realm. As a result, it is a sacred ground, and vampires are not allowed in unless when invited in by a witch.

"I really don't understand why we are meeting with Bastiana?!" Hilda pouted and punched the bricks of the cemetery.

"You know what they say about friends and enemies?" Dad cocked a brow at an indifferent Hilda.

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I raised my chin and studied the environment of the cemetery. The gate was opened but we couldn't step in because of the boundary spell. Everywhere is eerie silent and there is no creature in sight.

"Correct. I know you always inherited your smartness from me." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a cheeky smile that revealed his deep-rooted dimples.

"I hope you know I'm standing right here?" Mom frowned at us.

"What were you saying about enemies and friends and how is that related to Bastiana?" Suzy blew her gum loudly to draw attention to her.

"We don't know who our real enemy is and in order to get a fair fight we must make an ally with a witch who has a common goal with us."

"And how do you know our wants are aligned?" I quirked a brow.

"If an ancient witch resurrects it means Bastiana's position as an elder will be revoked because two captains can't lead a ship."

"And we need all the magical protection we can get from the black magic practitioner in order to win." Mom squared her shoulders.

"Wow, why does this feel like a war is brewing?" I shivered.

"Because a war is actually brewing. No one comes to my town, breaks my rules, and goes Scot free. This is my town and my rules shall stand so long I exist."

"I'm doing this for Daniel. If the bloody witch wants war then let's make sure  she is the casualty." I said.

Bastiana finally made it towards the gate and invited us in.

"Sorry I was late. I had to take care of something."

"Why don't you save the apologies and  talk to your ancestors to snuff the life out of this murderous witch roaming around my city?" Dad balled his hands into fists.

"They are helping him. The ancestors are angry and they want revenge." She breathed out.

"Him? I thought blondie said it was a woman?" I queried.

"She must have been an accomplice." Suzy answered.

"Lucindo D Aboville. The french warlock, Marshall the great killed in the year 1273."

"Well, looks like you came from a lineage of psychos. But how do we take the madman down?" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm afraid he is unstoppable." Bastiana's chest rose and fell with rapid breath.

"What do you mean by unstoppable?" Suzy crushed her lollipop and furrowed her brows.

"He is a thousand years old and he is a lot more stronger since the ancestors are with him. He doesn't back down from revenge and he will do nothing till he achieves this purpose. He is dangerously evil." Bastiana said with widening eyes that depicted terror.

This isn't the beginning of another war between the vampires and the witches. This is war itself and no one will be safe from the roaming ancient warlock.