Their discussion is interrupted when the security guard brings her a box. Willow would have checked if not for the person before her. His presence is intimidating the hell out of her.
She carefully tucked it in her bag and pondered whether she should inform him of the situation or not.
His presence has thrown her off-loop. Should she tell him? What happens if he is in league with them?
Willow bit her lip in indecision. He could ruin everything she has achieved so far. He could kill those captives. But then, if he has to kill some supernaturals he could have already done that. With his power, he doesn't need minions or this charade of kidnapping.
But if he is not in the league with them, then she could use some help. Deciding it's worth a gamble, Willow faced him and took a long breath.
"What is it, fae?" He asked, noting her jutted chin as if she had come to a decision.
"Do you know why I need this?" She asked, waving her bag.
"I don'
After finding the right question, it was not long before the vampire cracked under Willow's fists."There are five... five places," the vampire said in between breaths.Willow sucked her breath in shock. She has guessed at least 3 breeding houses. But five... five means she is missing two places. Two places where there could be 200 more hungry captives."Where? Tell me where they are?" Willow shouted, losing her patience.The vampire uttered the addresses before losing consciousness.Willow dropped her grip from the vampire's shirt she unintentionally grabbed during the interrogation.She has placed. But she needs time. When to attack... something big is going to happen in the coming days... but what?She is missing something. Willow paced the room as she thought hard. What's going to happen in the coming days?She gripped her hair in frustration."Fuck! Fuck! You bastard, tell me what the big event is!" Willow shouted at the top of her lungs. Alas, th
They don't have to wait long. Within seconds, the vehicles started driving through the long, narrow road.However, they didn't go much further as the first vehicle halted suddenly due to the obstacle that she deliberately placed. It's a small labyrinth of vines that are so tangled, that it will take them at least 5 minutes to cut through. Enough to spring their attack. The remaining vehicles followed suit.Once all the vehicles were within our radius, a vampire from our team closed the exit a mile from here, trapping the vehicles between us.There are so many vehicles... I lost count once the mercenaries started coming out of the vehicles.We waited until all of them or most of them were out of the vehicles. My eyes scanned them. They are easily over a hundred. A hundred of them control thousands of captives.They are smart, she contemplated as they scanned the premises, sensing a trap. As they should. Tension is high in the air. Even the wind halt
Willow looked at the ancient building looming before her. There is nothing special about it. In fact, it is creepy and forlorn, perfectly suited to keep the wanderers away. The building screams of abandoned forgotten stories. It's more like a hollow castle... just a huge, lifeless cluster of rocks. Creepy. The silence encircling it enhanced the tension. Anticipation hung hugely in the air. Without any further ado, Willow put her hand on the nearest tree. She can't see anything or rather not see in the right direction. Sometimes it happens. Trees don't have a timeline, they are eternal. It's hard to distinguish the stories it shows and when it happened. Sometimes the imprint is so strong that they are noted by each bark and leaf. And other times it shows fleeting incidents of no value. The strong imprint doesn't mean it has to be a recent event. That's the negative side of her powers. She has to go blindly sometimes, especially when she doesn't have ti
Willow didn't think, didn't doubt it. She took the dagger from her left boot, slit her wrist, and placed her hand over the vampire's mouth.She gently cradled his head at her chest, taking his weight as the drops of her blood coated his lips.At first, it didn't look like the vampire was taking it. It's hard to say. Not even his chest is moving. Sweat gathered on her forehead. Restlessness twitched her muscles, reaching into her bones. Why isn't anything happening? Her throat closed around a hard lump. She couldn't fail after coming so far.She gently rubbed his throat, coercing him to swallow as blood dripped from her wrist and trickled from his mouth."Please... please," Willow whispered vehemently not knowing whom she was begging or for what.After a few seconds, his tongue peeked out slowly and swept over his lips, tasting her blood.Exhilarated, Willow shifted her hand nearer to his mouth, pleading with him to take some more without any
The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him.He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true.A Millenia... he has waited for a Millenia for this day. Patiently, oh so patiently counting each day, each minute, each second for this very moment. He could feel it within grasp. So close that his fingers twitched, wanting to claw and snatch it with his fingers.But he has promised his Mage that she can have her fun. He wouldn't have entertained her thoughts if it didn't profit him.After all, she is his puppet. All he has to do is bestow her with some frivolous words, tempt her with his touch, making her believe that he is in love
Willow opened her eyes carefully, her mind still groggy from the sleep. She feels like she has been sleeping for ages. Her mind is suspended between reality and sleepiness. She turned and her eyes landed on the male sleeping beside her. Still, out of sorts, Willow took her to fill as she scanned him from top to bottom. If anyone could look powerful at the same time vulnerable then it's him. His battered body doesn't hide the regality with which he carries himself. If she doesn't know any better, she would say he is the most powerful vampire she has come across. In one sleep, he has bulked out. Filled those spaces that have been starved by the lack of blood. He still looks rundown but way... way better than the pile of bones she rescued. His aura also took a subtle change. She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most
Willow bit into the crispy chicken, its juices trailing down her chin. She moaned into the bite as she said, "this is so good." She is two-thirds into her meal when a weight landed unceremoniously on the opposite chair. She didn't have to look from her meal to know who is, but just to curb that small hope within her, she raised her eyes and met with seething honey-brown eyes. "You stabbed me," Lothaire growled. Willow noticed the change of clothes. He wore a leather jacket, black tee, and jeans. "Yet you are still here. Looking almost new. No harm done," Willow shrugged her shoulders as she concentrated on her meal. She really needs to know the recipe. Her mouth salivated as she thought of eating this daily. It's that good. "You stabbed me. Me. I could crush you with my bare hands," Lothaire gritted, rage bubbling inside him. Willow looked at him as if he was a fly she wanted to swat away. "And I could have used a silve
Willow watched as the rogue followed the lazily strolling couple who were unaware of their impending doom. Soon the couple turned to a nearly abandoned street, their steps lazy, unaware of their surroundings. The rogue gave an evil grin as he rubbed his hands in anticipation. Willow was about to step into his path when two vampires met the rogue from another street. Willow stopped in her tracks, her confusion growing while the newly arrived vampires started conversing with the rogue as if they knew him. The couple strolled forward without the knowledge that they could have been murdered that night. Why would a vampire talk with a rogue? What's going on? Thankfully, she is a fair distance away from them to hear her approaching steps. Willow took her silver dagger that was tucked in her boots and scanned the streets for any further surprises. Just as she was thinking of making her presence known, a familiar voice rumbled