Gaius POV In a world where everything is being dominated by obscure darkness, endless nightmares, and false fantasies, lies a lonesome hundred-fifty-year-old blood-sucking demon who stands firm on the top edge of the tallest building in the city. The hectic city of New Orleans sounded and looked the same as the previous nights. Humans wondering the streets with a smile on their faces. And small and large sizes of vehicles run in and out of my sight. "Target is on the move! Randolph Griffin, fifty-six years old and was holding a Ruger Max-9 Pro 9mm gun wearing a black hoodie. He is now heading to East Avenue, five blocks away from the building. I repeat..." My profound pleasure in indulging the sensation of this night's summer breeze that gently rubbed my cold pale skin shattered into pieces when someone's deafening voice vibrated in my ears. I was startled to the point that my body gets out of balance and falls through the air. Shit. I should have followed my instinct not to
And all I could think of is to get into the toilet room as soon as possible when I could feel the violet long curve lines that were scattered throughout my face because of the blood. I turned the faucet on and drink water as much as my stomach could carry to remove the fishy taste of the blood from my system. After a few minutes of drinking water, I heaved a sigh of relief when the color of my face returned to its normal pale after a few seconds of getting wet. "What happened earlier must not happen again," I uttered to myself. "Part of me wanted to kill her." then, I headed out of the toilet room and went back to the exit to sincerely apologize to her or at least offer her a treat. Unfortunately, she was already nowhere to be found aside from the phone that I just stepped on. Good thing it did not crack or get broken. Her face was displayed on the screen when the light switched on. "Is everything all right, Gaius?" Monbert asked me again. Before I coul
"Is that what I think it is?" she asked. Her smile broadens from ear to ear. "I've been searching for my phone since last night, Dad. Finding the phone was the reason I could not go home." Then, she slides closer to me and snatched the phone from my hands. It happens again. The warm wavelength coming from her slow movements awakened the deepest part of my belonging. And every strand of my muscles shivered. Instead of blood, I gulp a bulk of water down to my throat while staring at those veins on her neck. My throat got dried and was surging the thirst all of a sudden. And the thirst was completely hard to withstand. Part of me wanted to stab my fangs into her neck and shower her aromatic blood throughout my body. I want to imagine that to happen. However, her dad's sharp stares contradicted my profound imagination. That if I am not going to drop my stares away from his daughter, he is going to slash my throat and cut off my head. "Thank you so much for this," she added before
While holding onto that thought, I could not help myself but burst out my laughter. I mean, who could not be? Dad is telling me something unimaginable. Something that can only be seen on TV or any kind of streaming app. Do you know what makes him even look more ridiculous? Dad, I believe, is not the kind of man who loves watching movies and series of those kinds of stories. He is more particularly a business-minded type of person who loves and praises money, and of course, there is my mom and me. Other than that, nada. "Don't give me that kind of look, Cece." dad insisted. "that is why you have to stay away from him. Because if I saw that man even ten meters away from you, regardless of what approach first, I'm gonna rip his bones and pull his heart. And you know who I am when I got furious. Do you understand?" Dad indeed was the worst among other fathers that I know of. He may be protective of me and mom but it was too much to the point that he once killed a mid
"You heard him right, my dear, Cecelia." claims the other wolf. "He is the owner of the club you used to spend a few nights with your friends." "And also the reasons why we managed to know where your alpha dad lives," says Marcos. If he claims to be the owner of the club behind me, his name is Marcos. Whatever they want from me perhaps has something to do with my dad after knowing they are of the same kind; monsters. Alpha? Is that what they called my dad? But knowing about their connections with each other is the last of my worries at the moment. I still have my bleeding leg to attend to. I believe that if the wounds will not be cured as soon as possible, I might collapse or worse death await me. "Please, don't kill me," I beg them, then adjusted my body when my leg starts to get numbed. "If you need money, I'm so sorry, I didn't bring cash with me. How much do you want?" I try to reach for my sling bag but my hands could barely reach it because what my body
Gaius POV "So, what now?" Monbert asked me after patching Cecelia's deep wounds before he slides into my spot in the corner. He securely cleaned and removed every trace of her blood from the coffin to make sure my nose could sniff nothing. Yet here I am helplessly staring at my wrist when it glimmered. My lifeline has been deducted by two days after killing Marcos and his cousin. And the fact that it took me a few days to save 48 hours of my lifeline, I started to regret I let my thirst for blood precede the sole purpose of the Cursed System. "The damage has been done, Monbert." could not help but eject the cold air of regrets out of my nose and mouth. "I have to find the solution to my case as soon as possible. Alone and before everything I worked for go to waste." "Do you need to borrow lifeline from us?" Monbert humbly offered. He even extended his wrist to me without any signs of hesitation. "I can lend you at least two hours." "No, I can't lend
"What?" could not help my forehead from frowning at what she said. She is flipping over the story as far as I understand the current situation. My feet landed in their mansion unannounced simply because I want to return her daughter and collect the two days of my lifeline that was deducted from my barcode for killing Marcos and his cousin for her sake. Is her mother for real? Even if Cecelia is her daughter, she must show some respect for bringing her to the mansion alive even if unannounced. A simple "Thank you" would do for me, not with some kind of threat to get sued. "My husband is in critical condition after the ambush," she confessed. "but our expert doctors and nurses managed to remove the bullets from his body. And he is in the middle of recovery." "What?" my mouth remained open. I heard an explosion last night. But I did not see Cecelia's dad in the car when I decided to cancel our mission and hop out of the building when I saw Cecelia being chased by tw
"I'll take it." before Celcelia's mom could say a word, I snatched the briefcase from her hands, close it, then smiled at them. "I hope this gonna be the last time our paths cross. Thank you so much, for this, Madam Mayor." Afterward, I hail a cab heading back to the bunker. I cannot transform myself into a bat when the sun was already up. Bats are more sensitive to the sun than the moon. But I haven't tried shifting into a bat beyond six in the morning though. I wanted to at least try for once but I am worried my bats might get burned from the rays of the sun. Even if I have a daylight ring that protects my vampire from the heat of the sun, it is still not an assurance since my body will be divided into pieces when I shift into tiny bats. On my way to the bunker, my brain could not help but wonder about Cecelia. Although I already agreed not to see her again, I could not help my brain from reminiscing about the short period we shared. Let alone the mystery
Then I ordered Maverick to lead the way out heading to the plane where we plan to secure the kids. I, on the other hand, continued searching for the rest of them beneath the lighthouse. As soon as we got out, one of them told me, "Where are you taking us? What about those ladies in the other rooms who turned into monsters?" "Monsters?" I could not help but curve the tip of my brows while assisting them out of the lighthouse. She nodded. "I heard the guards calling out their names, Elaine, Shantell, and Rachell..." Then she rubs the tip of her nose while digging into her brain. I remember Archie and Captain Denver once mentioned those names. They were the kids who were kidnapped ten years ago. But what does she mean about them as monsters? "Did you have any idea which chamber they are in?" I asked her while scanning the environment to make sure there will be no enemies who can slow us down, especially when I have ten more kids with me. "No, you can't see
"This is NYPD, raise your hands or we'll shoot you!" Archie's boisterous announcement startled me to the point that the photo slips out of my hand. But before anyone could notice the photo, I quickly step on it with my hands raised to the sky. So is Maverick, especially when they all cock their guns in unison. I may be fast but the speed of their bullets moves faster than my vampire. And if given the chance one of their bullets penetrates some crucial parts of my body, such as the brain or heart, my remaining lifeline could have been useless. "Gaius? Maverick?" Archie breathed out my name in disbelief as soon as he recognizes my face through the rays of their flashlights combined. "For God's sake, put down your flashlights and weapons!" I blurted out when I could barely see anything around me but the eye-blinding rays of their flashlight. "How did you guys get in here so fast?" Archie asks me before he ordered his team to point their flashlights to the groun
Even if I remove their hands by force, they always use their other hands to cover my mouth. And it seems that no matter how hard I try, Cecelia and Maverick have no plan to allow me to talk. So I shut my mouth off while listening to Archie and Captain Denver's raid proposal on this private island which they were pretty convinced is the last and active laboratory for this Alpha's Puppets or whatever they are called. After a few minutes of their storytelling, Maverick and I ended up boarding the plane with our gears on. Though I haven't moved on from our first failed raid mission, I was left with no choice when Cecelia already dominated my decision-making. And I certainly hate that kind of idea when someone wants to control me instead of me controlling them. Regardless, I was simply looking at the bright side of the possible outcome. If what they claim is true that around a hundred lives we are about to save from the island, my lifeline would be happier once I cou
I am not into conversing with a bunch of humans so I prefer to address them that way. "Humans". Let alone that is the truth. But I did not expect someone wants to make that statement a big deal. "Just ignore Gaius, guys." Maverick broke the awkward sensation between me and Archie. Then he leans closer to Archie's ear and whispers, "he's into old fashion way of speaking. Humans. We are all humans." he giggles awkwardly. "Anyway, the rest of the police officers already took off to stay in their respective positions. Team Gaius and team Archie will team up in today's mission. Good luck!" says Mr. Cedrick before he stretches out his fist toward us. Archie and Maverick immediately bump their fists into Mr. Cedrick but I was simply looking at them when I barely understand what they were trying to do. Instead of participating in their nonsense fist bump, I walk to the rest of the cops to gear up which leaves Maverick and Archie with no choice but to break their nonsens
"We are not here to cause you trouble, Gaius," Cecelia uttered on everyone's behalf. Everyone, including her parents, nodded in unison. "Dad ordered everyone to gather here today for one main reason." "Believe it or not, Mr. Spencer, my daughter is telling the truth." Madam Mayor added and offered me the empty chair next to her. The last thing I could picture myself is sitting next to them so I grab Maverick and offer the seat to him by force. "What do you want from me?" I asked instead. "I'm a busy man and you are all werewolves led by your alpha pack and the city mayor, herself, so there is no need for me to explain further." "We are fully aware of the Cursed System, Mr. Spencer." Madam Mayor agreed. "That is why we are offering you our help to increase your lifeline as much as possible?" "What?" could not help but raise a question. "are you all fucking kidding me? Humans and werewolves want to help a vampire like me?" then I burst out laughing. "Are your kinds
"What am I supposed to do?" Cecelia proposed. "I wanted to help, Gaius. At least I could do something when it is my fault those innocent people in the orphanage lost their lives." My conscience doesn't want to comfort Cecelia with a lie or a promise since I agreed with her that it was indeed her fault this terrible incident happened because she did not listen to me. But I don't want to put all the blame on her as well. Maverick was right about me being the one to blame in the first place. I could have known better and stood firm with my decision. "Alright," I agreed. "Inform your dad and mom that I want to have a meeting with them as soon as possible regarding the case. Can you do that for me?" Though seeing either of her parents is not ideal for me, especially when the vampires still had unresolved issues with his pack members back in the village, I cannot do the mission alone. Back in the day, my role in the team is simply being the doer of every humanitari
"Well. In the first place, I tried to stop, Gaius, but he barely listen to me." Maverick was still mad at me based on his tone of voice. "Anyway, what are you all doing in the human village, anyway? Aren't you vampires too late to check them out? Gaius saved two poor kids the other day." Our conversation did not last long when I already know Monbert's reasons they did not get the chance to check their neighboring village. However, I relayed to him everything that I miss telling the vampire king in our previous encounter. And told Monbert he will be the only vampire I can talk to if they need more updates about the cases at hand, including Cecelia living in my place, the abnormalities of the lifeline that I encountered recently, and those masked men who created Lalaine. "Are you sure about telling him everything you know, Gaius? I mean, not that I am against the idea but you are no longer part of the council, remember?" Maverick started the conversation when it h
That was the first time in my history of being part of the team I witnessed Monbert be that furious with someone. When we were once a team, he used to be calm, soft-spoken, and the kind of person who doesn't care about the world around him, just like me. But right now, he is unleashing the blood-sucking demon inside him. "Gaius, who is weaker than me managed to beat you," he confessed. "how much more I am ten times stronger and faster than both of you combined." I don't know if Monbert intentionally tells Damon those words to stop him or if he was simply bluffing. However, I could barely sense any signs of doubt in his tone and facial expression. Monbert and I are close friends since we become part of the Cursed System but I haven't seen him being deployed into real battles. So I expected him to be simply an ordinary vampire like us. "And you too, Gaius," he added. "I know more than anyone that you are not the kind of vampire who prefers chaos over peace. What ha
Maverick, on the other hand, was busy chit-chatting to those bunch of assholes, asking if I was indeed the hero of New Orleans. Part of me wanted to stop Maverick from leaking any crucial information about me, but I have a middle-aged woman to attend to. "Believe me. Of all the humans in your life, I know better than anyone about how you are feeling right now." I said. "you want to die because you think you don't have the answer to your problem, whatever that is. How difficult is your problem, by the way?" Then I smiled and waved at those cameras in front of me before I added. "You are about to die anyway. I think it'll be better if you share your burden with someone before you go straight to hell." "I'm going to hell?" she curiously asked, even feeling bothered by what I said. "Of course! Where do you think you're going after jumping off the bridge?" I asked back. "getting suicide is a serious crime in the eyes of what you believe in the lord Almighty. He w