The minutes stretched into hours as Scott paced restlessly in Alijah's apartment, his mind swirling with thoughts of Alijah and the danger she might be facing. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him, urgency struck through him, like it had been gnawing him ever since. Renee sat at the corner of the room, eating the left over food that Alijah made. She shouldn't eat that but she was doing that. Alfred worked tirelessly at his side, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he sifted through data and scanned surveillance footage in a desperate bid to pinpoint Alijah's location. But despite their best efforts, they still came up empty-handed, no closer to finding her than they had been before. Scott's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he watched Alfred work, his jaw clenched tight with tension. He had to find her, had to bring her back to safety, no matter what it took. But the longer they searched, the more hopeless the situation seemed to become. "I don'
They both get to the apartment, Timothy and Renee, after the encounter with the guy that tried to attack her. They had barely settled in when Renee started to talk. Renee's heart was heavy with pain as she poured out the details of recent events to Timothy. She recounted the fear, anger and resentment that had gripped her since Alijah's disappearance, the relentless worry that strained at her every waking moment. "I just don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I feel so helpless, like there's nothing I can do to make things right." Timothy listened intently, his expression filled with sympathy and understanding. He knew that Renee was struggling, her effort to cope with feelings of fear and frustration as she faced an uncertain future. "I wish there was something I could do to help," he said softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "But you know that I can't get involved in this. It's too dangerous. Your brother might kill me." Renee nodded, her
two. Scott and Renee decided to go back to their town, hoping to some news from over there, while Alfred decided to wait behind. The letter reached Alfred through an unconventional way, the vampire that delivered the letter thought he was Scott and he decided to attack him, ending things once and for all. Unfortunately for him, Alfred was not in a good mood, so the delivery vampire got killed. "What do we have here?" Alfred checked the vampire's coat and finds the letter. "Scott needs to see this." He teleported immediately. Alfred arrived at the mansion, the letter clenched tightly in his hand. As he entered the room where Scott was, he found him pacing back and forth, his expression etched with concern and frustration. "Scott, I have something important to show you," Alfred said, his voice grave as he handed the letter to Scott. Scott's eyes scanned the letter quickly, his brow furrowing with concentration. The information of the message was clear, and it didn't take long for
Alfred's muscles tensed as he faced off against Victor, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the battle ahead. "I will ask you one more time, Where is Scott?" he demanded, his voice firm as he kept a wary eye on Victor's movements. Victor smirked, a glint of malice in his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough, and you will join him in his misery." he taunted, his voice dripping with menace. "I don't know who you're talking about but Scott never faces misery, if you keep talking smack about my best friend, you won't have the ability to talk soon enough. " Alfred warned him. "You make me laugh, your master is presently chained up and probably getting the beating that be deserves. " Victor laughed as he talked. Without another word, Alfred lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. The two vampires clashed, their blows echoing through the chamber as they fought with all their strength. Alfred landing consecutive amount to successful punches to Victor. Seeing that he could over
The return to the vampire village was filled with tension. Scott's frustration was visible, evident in the shape of his brow and the tightness of his hands. As they arrived, his anger came to a head. Their bodies were covered in blood, sweat and dirt. No one was around when they came, Renee was still out gathering people to help with the rescue not knowing that they were already back. "Let's go in and get a shower at least. Then we need to get something for Alijah to eat." Alfred said and they all went ahead, walking into the tower. Alijah scrunched by the sight of the opulence she saw before her eyes. Before any other thing could happen, Scott anger took charge. "You should have been more careful, Alijah. This never should have happened," Scott scolded, his voice was filled with so much anger. Alijah's heart sank as she met Scott's gaze, guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she replied, her voice filled with regret. "I was just o
Scott's mansion stood in stoic silence, the air heavy with tension. He paced back and forth in the grand living room, his frustration was evident on his face. Memories of the recent events swirled in his mind, igniting the sparks of his anger. Despite Alfred's attempts to console him, Scott couldn't shake the feeling off. Alfred watched Scott, concern etched on his face. "You need to calm down, Scott," Alfred advised, his voice gentle yet firm. "Alijah is safe, hopefully and why are you worried about what she said anyway." Scott shot Alfred a look, his eyes burning with frustration. "She told me to leave her apartment, Alfred. After everything that's happened, she still doesn't get it. I just wanted to protect her," Scott retorted, his voice tinged with resentment. "I understand, but getting worked up won't solve anything. Let's focus on finding a way to keep her safe from this distance" he suggested, trying to reason with Scott. Scott let out a frustrated breath, running a hand
Silence. Cold. Emptiness.Such were the emotions that filled Alijah up like waves of the sea, flaming out their shame. Like wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever, as she opened her car door. She stared at the sky, lost in worries. The moon was hanging full and hazy beneath a cap of dark clouds, and the distant stars magnified the silence. Alijah wouldn't have minded, but it seemed to her like even the heavens were mocking her unfortunate situation.She got into the car and sat down. When she inserted the car key into the keyhole and she turned on the ignition but the car refused to start, she cursed inwardly. She tried it again, and thankfully, the engine coughed to life. Without eating any more time than was necessary, she drove away from her working place.Her boss had moved up his game tonight. He had blatantly stared at her butts today, while telling her he wouldn't mind having a good time. If she hadn't really needed the job, she would have snappe
Alijah woke up with a scream.Nightmare. It was only a nightmare. A nightmare like every other night.She checked her phone and got out of bed so fast, she almost fell down. How could she have slept off? Or was she mistaken about time? She checked her phone again. 9:00 AM. Nope, definitely not mistaken.She hurried through her morning routine and got ready for work. What if Mr Fart, her boss, fired her for coming late to work? What if he thought she resigned because of yesterday's advance? Then, she would be doomed. She needed that job, just as she needed the air to breathe. Even though she was only a secretary, she loved the pay the job got from the job. She needed that money to keep her mind and soul together.20 minutes later, she was out the door."I'm sorry I'm late." Alijah told her boss.His name is Mr Alfred Ray, but Alijah prefered to call him Mr Fart because she thought the man's attitude was like a fart that smells to others but never to the one who farted. Although Alijah n
Scott's mansion stood in stoic silence, the air heavy with tension. He paced back and forth in the grand living room, his frustration was evident on his face. Memories of the recent events swirled in his mind, igniting the sparks of his anger. Despite Alfred's attempts to console him, Scott couldn't shake the feeling off. Alfred watched Scott, concern etched on his face. "You need to calm down, Scott," Alfred advised, his voice gentle yet firm. "Alijah is safe, hopefully and why are you worried about what she said anyway." Scott shot Alfred a look, his eyes burning with frustration. "She told me to leave her apartment, Alfred. After everything that's happened, she still doesn't get it. I just wanted to protect her," Scott retorted, his voice tinged with resentment. "I understand, but getting worked up won't solve anything. Let's focus on finding a way to keep her safe from this distance" he suggested, trying to reason with Scott. Scott let out a frustrated breath, running a hand
The return to the vampire village was filled with tension. Scott's frustration was visible, evident in the shape of his brow and the tightness of his hands. As they arrived, his anger came to a head. Their bodies were covered in blood, sweat and dirt. No one was around when they came, Renee was still out gathering people to help with the rescue not knowing that they were already back. "Let's go in and get a shower at least. Then we need to get something for Alijah to eat." Alfred said and they all went ahead, walking into the tower. Alijah scrunched by the sight of the opulence she saw before her eyes. Before any other thing could happen, Scott anger took charge. "You should have been more careful, Alijah. This never should have happened," Scott scolded, his voice was filled with so much anger. Alijah's heart sank as she met Scott's gaze, guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she replied, her voice filled with regret. "I was just o
Alfred's muscles tensed as he faced off against Victor, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the battle ahead. "I will ask you one more time, Where is Scott?" he demanded, his voice firm as he kept a wary eye on Victor's movements. Victor smirked, a glint of malice in his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough, and you will join him in his misery." he taunted, his voice dripping with menace. "I don't know who you're talking about but Scott never faces misery, if you keep talking smack about my best friend, you won't have the ability to talk soon enough. " Alfred warned him. "You make me laugh, your master is presently chained up and probably getting the beating that be deserves. " Victor laughed as he talked. Without another word, Alfred lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. The two vampires clashed, their blows echoing through the chamber as they fought with all their strength. Alfred landing consecutive amount to successful punches to Victor. Seeing that he could over
two. Scott and Renee decided to go back to their town, hoping to some news from over there, while Alfred decided to wait behind. The letter reached Alfred through an unconventional way, the vampire that delivered the letter thought he was Scott and he decided to attack him, ending things once and for all. Unfortunately for him, Alfred was not in a good mood, so the delivery vampire got killed. "What do we have here?" Alfred checked the vampire's coat and finds the letter. "Scott needs to see this." He teleported immediately. Alfred arrived at the mansion, the letter clenched tightly in his hand. As he entered the room where Scott was, he found him pacing back and forth, his expression etched with concern and frustration. "Scott, I have something important to show you," Alfred said, his voice grave as he handed the letter to Scott. Scott's eyes scanned the letter quickly, his brow furrowing with concentration. The information of the message was clear, and it didn't take long for
They both get to the apartment, Timothy and Renee, after the encounter with the guy that tried to attack her. They had barely settled in when Renee started to talk. Renee's heart was heavy with pain as she poured out the details of recent events to Timothy. She recounted the fear, anger and resentment that had gripped her since Alijah's disappearance, the relentless worry that strained at her every waking moment. "I just don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I feel so helpless, like there's nothing I can do to make things right." Timothy listened intently, his expression filled with sympathy and understanding. He knew that Renee was struggling, her effort to cope with feelings of fear and frustration as she faced an uncertain future. "I wish there was something I could do to help," he said softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "But you know that I can't get involved in this. It's too dangerous. Your brother might kill me." Renee nodded, her
The minutes stretched into hours as Scott paced restlessly in Alijah's apartment, his mind swirling with thoughts of Alijah and the danger she might be facing. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him, urgency struck through him, like it had been gnawing him ever since. Renee sat at the corner of the room, eating the left over food that Alijah made. She shouldn't eat that but she was doing that. Alfred worked tirelessly at his side, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he sifted through data and scanned surveillance footage in a desperate bid to pinpoint Alijah's location. But despite their best efforts, they still came up empty-handed, no closer to finding her than they had been before. Scott's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he watched Alfred work, his jaw clenched tight with tension. He had to find her, had to bring her back to safety, no matter what it took. But the longer they searched, the more hopeless the situation seemed to become. "I don'
"Ugh!" Scott's anger seemed to have over filled and passed his breaking point. "Scott, you are just going to have to relax. We will get hold of her very soon. We have put a lot of resources into finding her and without any doubt, I know we will." Alfred assured him. He placed a hand on his shoulder but he swatted it away. "Yeah, three days gone, three fucking days, no improvements, and now Renee is missing." Scott started to get aggressive, moving from each end of the study. A slap landed on his face, setting back into his right senses. "Renee isn't missing, she is very strong and she has survived for a mad long time on her own, you need to not be here. Go to the apartment, check around for clues that can help. You are only being a nuisance here and that is distracting me from my work." Alfred told him. "Fuck, that was hard. But you are right, you need me to not be here for this." Scott said. In an instant he teleported back to the apartment. After he had gone. "Damn, how di
Scott experiencing a panic attack, teleported back to the house, checking to see if he missed something. He was in so much of an hurry, panicking as his movements. He moved round the entire house in an instant and he didn't pick up on her trail, smell or any indication left behind. He quickly teleported back to the vampire town where the news of Alijah's disappearance spread like wildfire through the vampire town, sending shockwaves of panic and fear rippling through the community. Scott wasted no time in informing everyone of the situation, his voice filled with urgency and desperation as he pleaded with them to help find her. "We need to find her," he urged, his words echoing in the tense silence of the town square. "She's out there somewhere, in danger, and we can't just sit here and do nothing." "How do you know she is in danger?" A vampire asked. The other vampires agreed, asking Scott if he was actually sure about it. "She is missing, her scent suddenly stopped mid way, a
Black out. Body shifting as she was moved around. Alijah's unconscious body was being move around. Alijah's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the fog of unconsciousness as she slowly regained consciousness. But as her surroundings came into focus, she realized with a jolt of fear that she was not in the safety of her own home or in Scott's arms. Instead, she found herself constrained and imprisoned in a dark, unfamiliar room, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled against her bonds. She was one a chair, her hands bound by a properly tied rope behind her and so was her legs. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the room, trying to look for other captives who were chained and restrained like her but to no avail, all she saw was a bunch of captors. They were human-looking, but there was something off about them, something less than human that sent a shiver down her spine. And then it hit her—they were vampires, just like Scott and his friends, but there