Writer's POV"There he is! That's the one!" the old woman's voice pierced through the cold night air, her finger trembling as she pointed at Lucas."What's going on?" Lucas asked, confusion written all over his face. Before he could get another word out, a group of men charged towards him, their expressions hard and unrelenting."Wait! You have the wrong person!" Lucas shouted, raising his hands in a defensive gesture. But the men weren't listening. They grabbed him roughly, their fists and boots landing mercilessly on his body. Lucas struggled to fight back, but the sheer number of attackers overwhelmed him."Lucas!" Emilio's voice rang out as he stumbled out of the cabin, his face pale and strained. He tried to reach Lucas, but the men had already subdued him. Emilio himself was quickly surrounded, his weakened state making it impossible to fend off the attackers.Within minutes, both Lucas and Emilio were restrained, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. The men dragged the
Vikram's POV “Whereu are you, Lucas? Why won’t you pick up your phone?” I muttered under my breath, pacing the length of my living room. The silence around me flelt heavy, like a thick fog pressing on my chest. It had been two days since I last heard from Lucas. Two days! That wasn’t like him. Not at all.The last time we met, we had just left the Master’s meeting. Something about that encounter left a sour taste in my mouth. The way Emilio had been watching Lucas—like a hawk watching its prey—it didn’t sit right with me. And now? Now Lucas was gone. Silent. Not a word, not a text. My worry had started small, like a tiny flame, but now it was raging, consuming every thought I had.“Emilio,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. That name alone made my fangs itch to come out. Emilio had always been trouble, always lurking in the shadows, stirring up chaos. And now, with Lucas missing, I couldn’t ignore the gnawing thought in my head. What if Emilio had something to do with this?I sa
Vikram's POV I had been searching for days. Five cities. Five whole cities in New York. Each one felt bigger than the last. I kept walking, looking, sniffing the air for any trace of Lucas or Emilio. But there was nothing. No smell. No trail. No whispers of their names in the dark streets. My head hurt from thinking too much. “Where are you, Lucas?” I muttered under my breath, my voice breaking the silence around me. “What are you doing, Emilio?” The streets were alive with noise—cars honking, people chattering—but none of it mattered to me. All I could focus on was finding them. My shoes scuffed against the pavement as I walked, step after step, my eyes scanning every corner. Then I saw them. Across the street. A group of humans. They weren’t laughing or chatting like most humans did. No, these ones were serious. Focused. And they were armed. Crossbows slung over their shoulders, stakes tucked into belts, little glass bottles filled with something shiny. Vampire hunters. I s
Lucas's POV “Are you sure we’re not walking into a trap?” I asked, glancing over at Red. We were standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by the bodies of the hunters, the smell of blood heavy in the air. The quiet was almost deafening, and the only sound I could hear was the rustling of the leaves in the wind.Vikram stood beside me, his hand resting on his weapon, his eyes scanning the area. His expression was unreadable, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing. We’d just taken down a group of hunters who had been sent after us, but something about this didn’t sit right. They weren’t just ordinary hunters. There was something else, something darker behind all this. “We need to search their bodies,” Vikram finally said, breaking the silence. “There has to be something here that can tell us where Lucas and Emilio are.” I nodded slowly. He was right. We couldn’t afford to waste time. The longer we waited, the more likely it was that Lucas and Emilio were slipping
Lucas's POV “We need to rest before we continue,” Ava said as she led Red and me through the quiet streets. Her voice was calm, but there was something in her eyes that made me uneasy. “The trip to find Lucas and Emilio won’t be easy. We’ll be traveling through rough terrain, and it’ll take time. You’re going to need your strength.”I looked at Red, who glanced back at me. We had just finished a long and brutal fight, and the thought of a rest sounded good. We were both tired, our muscles aching from the battle. The idea of continuing on without proper rest seemed foolish, and Ava’s words made sense, but something about this whole situation still felt off.“We could use some rest,” Red said, stretching his arms. “We’re not exactly in the best shape after that fight.”I nodded. “Yeah, let’s take a break. We need to be ready for whatever comes next.”Ava smiled at us, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t place. “Follow me,” she said, and we followed her to a small house on the o
Emilio's POV “Lucas, I can’t take this anymore,” I rasped, my voice hoarse from hunger. My throat burned like it had been scrubbed raw, and every muscle in my body screamed for relief. “I need blood.”Lucas’s face tightened, his eyes filled with worry as he sat cross-legged on the cold, damp floor of our prison cell. “I know, Emilio,” he said softly, his voice calm but laced with concern. “But you can’t feed right now. We don’t know what’s out there or who’s watching us. We have to stay sharp.”I let out a low growl, pacing the small space like a caged animal. The hunger was a living thing inside me, gnawing at my insides, making it hard to think straight. “You don’t understand, Lucas,” I said, my hands curling into fists. “If I don’t feed soon, I… I don’t know what I’ll do.”“Take my blood,” Lucas offered suddenly, his voice steady. He held out his arm, veins visible beneath his pale skin. “You’re my friend. If it helps you stay in control, I’ll do it.”I froze, staring at him in sh
Emilio's POV "Lucas, what's going on? Where are we?" I asked, my voice rough from exhaustion.Lucas stood by the window, his back turned to me. He was quiet for a moment, then turned around, his face calm but serious. "We're safe now, Emilio. That's what matters.""Safe?" I sat up on the bed, my muscles aching from the sprint and everything else we'd been through. "We were in a dingy motel last night. Now we're..." I gestured around the room, trying to take in the polished wooden furniture, the gleaming floors, the oversized bed I had somehow slept on. "This place looks like a dream compared to that motel. How?"Lucas sighed and pulled a chair closer to sit across from me. "This is one of my hotels. I figured we needed somewhere more secure. The motel wasn't safe enough.""Your hotels?" I stared at him, disbelief coursing through me. "You're telling me you own this place?""Not just this one," Lucas replied, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I own a few. They're scat
Lucas's POV My eyes scanned the screen of his phone, his heart racing as he read the text from Red. “Lucas is back in town,” the message read. “I picked up a signal from his device.” My mind raced. Lucas? Here? And was Emilio with him? The thought filled me with a mix of anger and curiosity. I typed back quickly, my thumbs flying over the keyboard. “Can you track their location?” I asked. “I need to know where they are.” My chest felt tight as I waited for Red’s reply, staring at the screen like it would give me answers faster. After what felt like forever, my phone buzzed. Red’s response popped up. “I tracked the signal,” it read. “But it’s strange. They were in a clearing, and then they went to a hotel. Their earlier location is blank, like it’s been erased.” Blank? Erased? My hands tightened around the phone. Lucas was always careful, but this… this was something else. What were they hiding? And why? I started pacing, my boots thudding against the wooden floor. Lucas back in
EPILOGUE Lucas's POV Two years had passed. Two years since the war ended. Since the city had been rebuilt. Since humans and vampires had learned, slowly but surely, to coexist. And through it all, Emilio and I had remained together. Our love had endured battles, bloodshed, and fear. It had survived the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future. We had chosen each other—again and again—until there was no doubt left. Today, under the soft glow of the evening sun, we would make that choice one more time. The ceremony was held in the heart of the city, in a grand, open courtyard surrounded by the people who had become our family. Humans and vampires alike sat together, watching as Emilio and I stood beneath a beautifully decorated arch, our hands entwined. Mariah and Xena sat in the front row, their smiles wide. Irene, despite everything, standing at the back with her arms crossed but an expression that was… softer than usual. Emilio’s old vampire allies were pres
FINALE Lucas's POV The phone rang again. I barely had time to process everything from before when another call came in. Emilio glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. We were still sitting on the couch, our bodies close, but the warmth from earlier had faded. Something about this call felt different. I answered. "Lucas." A deep voice responded. "Mr. Newcastle, this is John Carter. I’m with the government." That made me sit up straighter. Emilio noticed and watched me closely. "The government?" I repeated, my grip tightening on the phone. "Yes," John said. "I’m sure you know the city is in ruins. The battle left many without homes, and the people needed stability. We’ve been observing you and Emilio. You both fought to protect this place, and we need your help now to rebuild it." I felt Emilio stiffen beside me. I met his eyes, searching for his thoughts. This was unexpected. A human official—someone from the government—asking for help from vampires? That had never happened be
Lucas's POV "Thank you."The words caught me off guard. I turned to see an older woman standing before me, her clothes torn and dusty, her face smudged with dirt. But her eyes—those eyes—were kind. She held out her trembling hands, as if unsure whether she should touch me or not."You saved us," she repeated. "Thank you."I didn’t know how to respond. I had never expected gratitude. Fear, maybe. Hatred, perhaps. But not this. Not from these people. After all, Emilio and I were vampires, and not just any vampires. We had fought in a battle that had left the city in ruins. People had died. Lives had been destroyed. Yet here she was, looking at me like I had done something good.More people gathered around us. Slowly, they came out from the rubble, the broken buildings, the dark alleys. They were weary, their faces worn, but there was a soft relief in their eyes. Some carried the injured, others clutched their loved ones, whispering reassurances."We wouldn't have survived without you,"
Emilio's POV "I'm tired."The words slipped from my mouth before I even thought about them. My body ached, my head pounded, and my heart felt heavier than it ever had before. I was exhausted, more than I had ever been in my entire life. Everything hurt. My arms, my legs, my chest—even my thoughts felt slow and heavy, like they were sinking into thick mud.I looked around at what was left of the city.Lucas stood beside me, silent. His face was pale, his eyes staring ahead like he wasn’t really seeing anything. I knew how he felt. We had won, but at what cost?The city was in ruins. The people who had lived here, worked here, built their lives here—everything they had was gone. All because of Vikram.Vikram.The name made my chest tighten. He had caused so much pain, so much destruction. He had played with people’s lives like they were nothing, used them like tools, broken them when they were no longer useful. I hated him. I hated him for everything he had done. And now he was gone
Lucas's POV “It’s over.” Emilio’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife, sharp and unyielding. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body felt like it was made of stone, every muscle locked in place, every breath shallow and forced. My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat a reminder of what I had just done. Vikram lay at my feet, his body still, unmoving. Blood seeped from the deep wound in his chest, spreading like ink across the cracked pavement. The firelight flickered in his open eyes, reflecting emptiness. He was no longer the man I had fought, no longer the threat I had feared. He was just a lifeless shell now. A body. A memory. A mistake I could never take back. I had done it. I had killed him. My hands still gripped the hilt of my sword, fingers curled so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. The weapon was buried deep in Vikram’s chest, its steel stained red. I couldn’t let go. The weight of it felt heavier than before, as if the blade itself carried
Emilio's POV The city burned. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating, choking the air with the scent of ash and blood. Flames licked at the buildings, casting long, jagged shadows against the ruined streets. The heat pressed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. Vikram stood ahead, his figure dark against the inferno, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes, sharp and gleaming, locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. Emilio was beside me, his breath unsteady but his stance firm. His presence was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. My fingers curled into fists. My body ached, bruises and cuts stinging with every movement, but none of that mattered. Not now. Vikram tilted his head, amused. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice smooth like poison. “Still standing. Still fighting for something that was never yours to begin with.” Rage clawed up my throat, hot and unforgiving. My heart pounded. I wanted to lu
Emilio's POV This was getting too much and I couldn't breathe so I ran away, I ran till I couldn't breath.I need to breathe! I was going berserk, I was losing myself and I didn't want my rippers killer instinct to come up.I heard footsteps behind me and realized that it was Lucas. "Hey...." He muttered with frustration."We need to talk." I didn't even give him time.Lucas's voice was quiet, but the weight of his words made Emilio turn around immediately. They were in Lucas's room, a dimly lit space filled with the silence of unspoken thoughts. The air was heavy, thick with the tension Lucas had been carrying since Vikram’s betrayal. Emilio frowned, stepping closer."I know," Emilio whispered. "It's about Vikram, isn't it?"Lucas ran a hand through his hair, feeling the frustration and regret claw at his chest. "Yeah. It is." He let out a shaky breath. "I don't know what to do. I feel like... I feel like this is all my fault."Emilio's brows furrowed. "Lucas—""No, just—just let
Lucas’s POVChaos. The battlefield is nothing but blood, screams, and shadows moving too fast to track. The air is thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood, so sharp it clings to the back of my throat like poison. I swing my blade, the steel slicing clean through the neck of a rogue vampire before it can reach me. Its body collapses at my feet, twitching, but there’s no time to catch my breath. Another one takes its place almost instantly, snarling, eyes glowing with that unnatural hunger. Damn it. There are too many. “Lucas, behind you!” Emilio’s voice cuts through the chaos. Instinct kicks in. I twist just in time to see a rogue launching itself at me, claws slicing through the air like daggers. I barely get my arm up before it slams into me, knocking me backward onto the blood-slick pavement. The impact steals the breath from my lungs. The rogue is on top of me in seconds, its fangs bared, saliva dripping onto my face. Its breath reeks of death and rot. I shove m
Emilio's POV “They’re everywhere!” I shouted, my voice shaking. My chest burned, my hands clenched into fists. The city was falling apart around us. Flames swallowed buildings, turning them into black, crumbling skeletons. Thick smoke filled the air, choking me, burning my eyes. The streets were broken, cracked, covered in glass and blood. Cars sat abandoned, their windows shattered, doors hanging open. The fight that rukus that Vikram caused is the reason why we had to leave the Vampire world and come out here to make a fight that I doubt we would ever win.And then there were *them*. The rogue vampires. Vikram's evilness, deceit and stupidity.He created them! He brought them and these are his properties.They swarmed the streets like a nightmare come to life. Fast. Wild. Bloodthirsty. Their glowing red eyes cut through the darkness. Their claws tore through anything in their way. The sound of screams, of bones breaking, of bodies hitting the ground filled the air. I fe