"Did all the vampires in this kingdom go to the same school?" Willow drawled, hiding the rising panic inside her behind sarcasm.
"What did you say, bitch?" The vampire advanced, trying to corner her with each step.
Willow checked the warehouse behind the vampire as if his presence doesn't concern her. Only one. Good.
She can use her power but overuse may leave her defenseless later when she may need it more. She doesn't know who else found out about her. Even now, someone could be approaching the warehouse or already heard this vampire and might be waiting for her if this vampire fails.
She couldn't risk it. Decision made, Willow completely dropped to the floor and swiped her right leg tackling the vampire to the ground before he could bat an eyelash.
But the vampire is fast. He swiftly stood up and grinned, licking his fangs.
"You want to play, doll? Let's play," the vampire made a rude gesture clutching his crotch.
Willow wri
If she has to do it, she must do it right. Willow closed the journal and put it back in her bag. Her hands accidentally brushed the red file that Guild's head gave to her. She backed her hand as if it had been burned. The red file laid there at the bottom of her bag, taunting her to open. Without looking at it, she closed the bag and dialed the phone number Reagan. She refuses to call the Guild's head. If she wants the details, she can ask Reagan. And she would bet her last penny that Reagan would make her sweat before indulging her. Good. That old crone deserved it. "Reagan, we have a situation," Willow said glumly in the form of a greeting. Reagan, sensing the seriousness, kept her mouth shut. Willow relayed what she saw in those warehouses to Reagan. Reagan for her part kept quiet and didn't ask questions. After she filled her in, Reagan said, "this is more serious than we thought. I don't think you should be handling this alone. Shit Willo
Once she put down the phone, Willow started adding to the list on her journal.She needs to find who is behind this- the head honcho. From the groups of mercenaries, she is looking at a supernatural being who has lots of money at his/her disposal. But then, all vampires are rich. Could it be a member of the Elite council?There is a motive- Coveting throne. If the king can be shown as useless to the people, then it would become easy for the member to dethrone him.But why would they need the blood of other supernaturals? What about the mage? If it's a member of the Elite council, then it would be inner politics. Why drag other supernaturals?All this guesswork is getting her nowhere. She needs proof. Solid evidence leading somewhere.Rescue all of them at once. Even if she leaves one of them behind, the mercenaries will alert the head hydra making it impossible to rescue again.What's the deal with the king? Pe
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