《Investigating: Vanishing Vangs》


 Vanishing Vangs: The Past Pain Still Remains

    A Raining night, sometime in the late 1500¡¯s, ?achtice Castle near the village ?achtice. In the castle, screams echoed down the halls, all the way inside the bedroom where Anastasia B¨¢thory, about 18 years old, with dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, consoled her young sister Anna N¨¢dasdy.


    Anastasia''s voice was filled with reassurance as she said, ¡°Anna, it¡¯s okay. Don''t worry, I will always protect you. Did you drink your blood?¡±


    Anna hesitated, her voice trembling, ¡°No, I don''t want to.¡±


    Anastasia''s eyes filled with concern, ¡°I know you''re only half-vampire, but you must drink so the cravings don''t affect you.¡±


    Reluctantly, Anna picked up the cup of blood from her nightstand and took a sip. Just then, the door swung open, and Anna¡¯s father, Ferenc II N¨¢dasdy, entered the room.  ¡°She is calling for you.¡±


    Anastasia''s response was met with a stern expression from him, ¡°Anastasia, one has escaped from the dungeon.¡±


    Anastasia''s heart sank, realizing the urgency of the situation. She made a quick decision and said, ¡°I am busy putting Anna to sleep. I will deal with the escaped one later.¡±


    Ferenc II N¨¢dasdy steps further into the room, ¡°you will go now!¡±


    With that, she left the room, Anna''s cries fading behind her. As the room grew darker, Anna''s eyes fluttered open, bringing her back to the present. She found herself in bed with her two lovers, Phara Louis from Miami, a powerful witch, and Theodore Samaras, a muscular man who was a werewolf.


    Phara''s gaze met Anna''s as she sat up, concern etched on her face. ¡°You should call your sister,¡± she suggested, ¡°this repeated dream might be a message urging you to contact her.¡±


    Anna let out a sigh, brushing off the idea. ¡°No, Anastasia is far too busy running her coven to hear me complain about a dream.¡±


    But deep down, Anna knew Phara was right. These dreams felt different, more significant. They were vivid, haunting, and seemed to be pulling her towards something she couldn''t quite comprehend. And Anastasia, her sister, held the answers she desperately sought.


    Anna¡¯s mind was consumed by fragments of a dream that slipped through her fingers like sand. She pushed aside her lingering thoughts, determined to focus on the day ahead. As she got out of bed, she made her way to the window, drawn to the sight of the bustling city of Boston awakening beneath her.


    For years, Anna had dedicated her life to working for Phara, a remarkable woman who owned and operated her own private investigator business. Together with Theodore, a brilliant and resourceful individual, they formed a formidable team, assisting Phara in solving cases that baffled others.


    The next room over was the office they worked in was a maze of files, photographs, and evidence boards, a testament to the many mysteries they had unraveled. Anna loved the thrill of piecing together clues, the rush of adrenaline when they were on the brink of discovery. It was in these moments that she felt truly alive, her senses heightened, her mind razor-sharp.


    Phara was not just a boss to Anna; she was a mentor, a friend, and a guiding light. She possessed many witchcraft powers, an unwavering determination and a keen intuition that often led them down the right path. Phara had a way of pulling everyone together, like the conductor of an orchestra, orchestrating harmonious collaboration and bringing out the best in each of them.


    Anna''s role in the team was to delve deep into the backgrounds of suspects, meticulously gathering information and connecting the dots. She had a talent for uncovering hidden secrets and piecing together seemingly unrelated events. There was a certain satisfaction in revealing the truth, in exposing the lies and deceit that hid beneath the surface.


    Theodore, on the other hand, had an uncanny ability to dissect complex puzzles and decipher codes. His mind worked like a labyrinth, navigating twists and turns effortlessly. He was their resident genius, often providing the crucial breakthrough that propelled their investigations forward.


    Together, they formed a formidable trio, complementing each other''s strengths and compensating for their weaknesses. They were bound not just by their shared purpose and love, but also by a deep camaraderie forged through countless hours of working side by side, facing danger and uncertainty together.


    Anna stood at the window, her gaze fixed on the bustling streets of modern-day Boston. The city was alive with activity, but her mind was elsewhere, still caught in the remnants of a vivid dream. Phara pushed Theodore awake, and he groggily greeted the new day. Phara, sensing Anna''s distress, stood behind her, offering support with a gentle touch on her shoulder.


    ¡°I haven''t seen you this worked up from a dream before,¡± Phara said softly. ¡°Call your sister.¡±


    Anna sighed, her eyes still fixed on the outside world. ¡°Later,¡± she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. ¡°But first, I will go and get us some coffee.¡±


    Leaving their apartment, Anna stepped out into the cool autumn air of Boston. The chill sent a shiver down her spine, but she welcomed the sensation. It served as a reminder that she was still connected to the mortal world, even as she walked the thin line between vampire and human.


    As she made her way to the local coffee shop, her eyes caught sight of a woman walking hand in hand with her daughter. A wave of nostalgia washed over Anna, and suddenly, she was transported back in time to her childhood, to memories of her older sister, Anastasia.


    Anastasia had been more than a sister to Anna; she had been a mother figure, guiding her through the challenges. Anna had always struggled to fit in with both vampires and humans, feeling like an outsider in both worlds. Her unique heritage had isolated her, leaving her searching for a sense of belonging.


    But it was Anastasia who had embraced her, who had protected her from the darkness that threatened to consume their family. Anna was born with an unusual lineage - half vampire, half human. Her mother, Elizabeth B¨¢thory, had transformed into a vampire while pregnant, craving more power. From the moment she came into the world, Anna ceased to age, forever frozen at 25 years old. Elizabeth, consumed by her own desires for power, had forced Anastasia to join her ranks as a vampire, using her as a pawn in her quest for dominance. Anastasia had complied, not out of her own desire for eternal life, but out of love and a desperate need to keep her younger sister safe.


    Entering the coffee shop, Anna ordered their usual, the scent of freshly brewed coffee comforting her troubled mind. As she sat alone at a small table, sipping her drink, Anna would take in the present moment, in the warmth of the coffee cup between her hands, and in the knowledge that she was not alone. Phara and Theodore awaited her return, ready to face whatever challenges their client¡¯s cases would bring.


    ***


    At night, the city of Chicago came alive, a vibrant tapestry of lights and laughter. The moon and stars cast their celestial glow upon the bustling streets, illuminating the faces of the people as they went about their lives. Among them, a pale-looking man emerged from a dimly lit bar, his eyes filled with a haunting emptiness.


    He walked down the street, his gaze fixed on the city lights twinkling like distant stars. The sound of laughter and joy enveloped him, but his heart remained heavy with a nameless dread. As he weaved his way through the crowd, a sudden surge of fear gripped him, causing his legs to move with supernatural speed. It was as if someone or something was chasing him, an invisible force propelling him forward.


    His breath came in ragged gasps as he darted through the maze of people, his eyes searching for a refuge amidst the chaos. And then, he saw it, towering above the city like a beacon of hope - a tall black building, its windows aglow with warmth and safety. With reckless abandon, he sprinted towards it, his heart pounding in his chest.


    As he drew closer, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed two ominous vans tailing him. Panic surged through his veins, pushing him to go faster. The adrenaline coursed through his body, urging him to reach the sanctuary that beckoned him.


    Without a moment''s hesitation, he veered into a narrow alleyway, its darkness swallowing him whole. His lungs burned, but he pressed on, the relentless pursuit driving him forward. Minutes turned into hours as he navigated the streets, his mind consumed by the desperate need to escape. And then, just when he thought he was safe, the vans blocked the alleyway, trapping him like a prey ensnared in a predator''s snare. A chill ran down his spine as a group of men emerged from the vehicles, their faces shrouded in darkness. The pale man''s heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching in his throat.


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    In the blink of an eye, a gunshot echoed through the still night air. The pale man fell to the ground, knocking him out instantly. The men wasted no time, swiftly hoisting his body into the back of one of the vans. With eerie efficiency, they vanished into the shadows of the city streets, leaving no trace behind.


    As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the city of Chicago, the stars twinkled with a mysterious allure. Their ethereal light danced across the streets, painting a picture of tranquility and beauty. Unbeknownst to the revelers below, however, a dark secret unfolded in the shadows. Amidst the laughter and merriment of the people, two inconspicuous vans traversed the city streets, their purpose veiled in secrecy. Inside, a dedicated team embarked on a clandestine mission, their eyes sharp and their hearts resolute. Their objective: to collect the vampires that roamed the nocturnal streets.


    With expert precision, the team would spot lone vampires, lurking in the darkness, their predatory instincts quelled by the sedative-laced darts that swiftly found their mark. As each vampire succumbed to slumber, they were gently loaded into the back of the van, their fangs and otherworldly allure temporarily subdued. Yet, something peculiar caught the attention of the vigilant team. They noticed a pattern among these creatures of the night. Most of the vampires seemed to be converging towards a towering black building, standing tall and imposing in the heart of the city.


    The vans skidded to a halt inside the dimly lit warehouse, their engines still humming with urgency. As the back doors swung open, revealing rows upon rows of sedated vampires, a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in a pristine white lab coat. The nurse''s piercing gaze scanned the unconscious creatures with a mix of clinical detachment and grim satisfaction.


    ¡°I guess this batch will do,¡± the nurse muttered, a hint of weariness tugging at the edges of their voice. ¡°Take them to the cells.¡±


    A burly man, his face etched with fatigue, stepped forward to assist. Dusting off his hands, he looked up at the nurse, a frown etching deep lines on his forehead. ¡°Most of them were desperately trying to reach that tall black building in the heart of the city,¡± he spoke, his voice tinged with curiosity.


    A sardonic smile flickered across the nurse''s lips, betraying their cynicism. ¡°We don''t pay you to think,¡± they replied, their tone laced with a dismissive edge. ¡°Just keep collecting them, and you will keep getting paid.¡±


    With a resigned nod, the men began unloading the sedated vampires, their movements swift and efficient. As they shuffled out of the warehouse, disappearing into the inky night, their mission clear, the nurse remained behind, their eyes fixed on the captives. The air inside the warehouse grew heavy with an unsettling silence, a palpable reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface.


    As the nurse made her way down the dimly lit hall, the scent of blood and desperation hung heavy in the air. Each cell she passed housed a vampire, their once powerful and immortal forms now reduced to a state of captivity and anguish. Some were missing limbs, evidence of the brutal fights they had endured. Others cowered in the corners, their eyes filled with fear and resignation. A few lay motionless, their bodies weak and frail, on the verge of succumbing to the unforgiving grasp of death.


    The sound of metal bars being rattled echoed through the corridor as the nurse''s assistants callously tossed the newest vampires into their designated cells. It was an act devoid of compassion, a routine they had grown accustomed to in this nightmarish place.


    But amidst the chaos and despair, one vampire''s voice rose above the rest, a desperate mumble that caught the nurse''s attention.


    ¡°What is it now?¡± she snapped, her voice laced with impatience as she turned to face the vampire.


    The vampire''s eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and determination as he whispered, ¡°Anastasia, she will find us.¡±


    The nurse scoffed, her expression hardened with indifference. ¡°No one cares about missing vampires,¡± she retorted dismissively. ¡°You think this is the first city we have been to? Shut up.¡±


    As the Nurse strolled purposefully towards the exit, her white uniform billowing gently in the air, a determined glint in her eyes, she reached out and pushed open the heavy metal door. Instantly, a flood of blindingly bright light spilled into the dimly lit corridor, illuminating every nook and cranny.


    In the cells lining the hallway, the vampires stirred uneasily. A hushed murmur rippled through their ranks, their instincts screaming at them to seek shelter from the piercing light. One by one, they scuttled deeper into the shadows, desperately seeking refuge from the luminous intrusion.


    ***


    In the heart of the bustling city, where the sunbathes the streets in its warm golden glow, stood a towering black building. Its formidable presence was accentuated by the vigilant armed guards that encircled it, an impenetrable fortress protecting the secrets within. To the people of the city, this building seemed no different from the others that dotted the landscape, oblivious to the fact that inside its walls resided the largest coven in all of North America.


    Anastasia, the enigmatic leader of this clandestine coven, possessed an ethereal beauty that belied her true age. At first glance, one would mistake her for an eighteen-year-old, her porcelain skin untouched by the passage of time. But in reality, she had seen centuries, born in the 1500s and transformed into a vampire by her own mother, Elizabeth B¨¢thory, at the tender age of eighteen.


    Though her appearance suggested youth, Anastasia exuded an air of wisdom and authority that commanded respect. She was kind-hearted, yet firm in her convictions, fiercely protective of her vampire family. Her unwavering dedication to shielding them from the prying eyes and potential dangers of the human world knew no bounds. Anastasia''s journey into the world of the supernatural began with her own family. After the death of their father, she took it upon herself to care for her younger siblings, guiding them through the treacherous path of escape from their mother''s malevolent grasp.


    Among them, her favorite was Anna, whom she nurtured and protected from infancy. However, as fate would have it, their paths diverged when Anastasia made the decision to seek solace and belonging within a vampire coven. Now, as the revered leader of her own coven, she carried the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.


    Inside the walls of the black building, Anastasia and her coven found solace and unity amidst the chaos of the human world. Together, they stood as a formidable force, bound by loyalty and shared thirst for the crimson nectar that sustained their immortal existence. They reveled in the darkness, embracing their true nature while keeping their secrets hidden from prying eyes.


    As the sun vanished beyond the horizon, painting the sky in vivid hues of orange and pink, the night sky emerged, adorned with countless twinkling stars. Anastasia slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon her beloved wife, Delilah, who lay beside her. The room was filled with a soft, ethereal glow as the shades on the window rose, revealing the enchanting sight of the moon and stars.


    Delilah''s eyes fluttered open, and a tender smile graced her lips as she leaned in to kiss Anastasia. The warmth of their connection lingered in the air, a silent affirmation of their love.


    Rising from the bed, Anastasia began to dress herself, preparing for the night that awaited her. Just as she was about to leave her bedroom, her devoted assistant, Blake, rushed over to her side, his voice filled with urgency.


    ¡°Good evening, Anastasia,¡± Blake greeted respectfully. ¡°Shall I summon someone for your feeding?¡±


    Anastasia shook her head gently, her mind preoccupied with other matters. ¡°Not right now,¡± she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of distraction.


    Making her way into a spacious sitting room, normally bustling with her fellow vampires, Anastasia noticed that it seemed oddly less crowded tonight. However, she paid little mind to it, simply assuming that some of her companions were occupied elsewhere. She joined a group of humans who patiently awaited her selection, ready to offer themselves as sustenance.


    Blake, ever the diligent assistant, interjected, ¡°We have new ones for you to choose from, Anastasia.¡±


    But she waved him off dismissively, her thoughts elsewhere. ¡°Not now, Blake,¡± she murmured absentmindedly.


    Moving on from the feeding room, Anastasia entered her office, where she meticulously reviewed the coven''s records. To her dismay, she discovered that a few vampires had failed to pay their dues to the coven. Concern furrowed her brow as she beckoned Blake to join her.


    ¡°How come the dues are late this quarter?¡± she inquired, her voice laced with a sense of authority.


    Blake offered a solution, ¡°Do you want me to summon the vampires in question?¡±


    After a moment''s contemplation, Anastasia decided, ¡°We will give them another month. If they fail to comply by then, we shall take further action.¡±


    Returning to her duties as the leader of the coven, Anastasia found herself inundated with complaints and requests from her vampire brethren. Amongst the grievances, she noticed a recurring theme: several vampires were expressing a desire to leave the area. While this was not an uncommon occurrence, as vampires often grew weary of staying in one place for too long, Anastasia couldn''t help but wonder if there was something more to it.


    As Anastasia toiled away tirelessly in her office, Blake couldn''t help but notice the growing irritability that seemed to consume her. He had seen this before - the hunger, the craving that gnawed at her very core. Anastasia was a Vampire, and though she relished in her immortal existence, the struggle to keep up with her feedings was a constant burden. She despised the idea of causing harm to anyone, but she insisted on compensating their feeding humans handsomely for their service.


    With a resigned sigh, Anastasia finally conceded to Blake''s persistent persuasion. ¡°Fine, Blake, you win. Nicole, step closer,¡± she relented, her voice laced with a mixture of weariness and anticipation.


    Rising gracefully from her chair, Anastasia closed the distance between herself and Nicole. Gently brushing aside, the strands of hair that obscured Nicole''s neck, she bared her fangs, ready to satiate the unyielding hunger within her.


    Anastasia''s voice was tinged with curiosity as she inquired, ¡°Have you never been bitten before?¡±


    Nicole''s response was accompanied by a hesitant shake of her head. ¡°No, but Blake has explained the process to me.¡±


    Assuringly, Anastasia whispered, ¡°I will be gentle.¡±


    With a swift and deliberate motion, Anastasia sank her teeth into Nicole''s neck. A soft moan escaped Nicole''s lips as the sensation flooded her senses. Anastasia drank hungrily, her thirst momentarily abated. As she pulled away, releasing Nicole from her grip, the young woman gasped for breath, her face flushed with a mix of ecstasy and vulnerability.


    ¡°That was¡­ amazing,¡± Nicole managed to utter, her voice filled with awe.


    Moved by a surge of affection and gratitude, Anastasia pressed her lips to Nicole''s cheek in a tender, fleeting kiss. ¡°Thank you,¡± she whispered, her voice barely audible. ¡°I must get back to work.¡±


    Blake, sensing his cue, stepped forward to escort Nicole out of the room. But before they left, Anastasia spoke again, her voice tinged with possessiveness and desire.


    ¡°Blake, I like this one,¡± she declared, her gaze fixed on Nicole. ¡°Keep her on reserve, only for me.¡±


    Blake nodded, understanding the unspoken request, and silently led Nicole away, leaving Anastasia to resume her duties, her hunger momentarily sated, but her heart stirred by the unexpected connection she had found.

 Vanishing Vangs: The Wind Blows Cold

    Anna sat at her cluttered desk in the private investigator''s office, her mind consumed by thoughts of her dream about her sister. She struggled to focus on her current investigations, the stack of papers and notes before her serving as a physical representation of the chaos in her mind. Phara, the owner of the office, noticed Anna''s distracted appearance and voiced her concern.


    ¡°Anna, are you okay?¡± Phara asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.


    Anna snapped back, her tone sharp and defensive. ¡°I''m fine, Phara. Just leave me alone.¡±


    But Phara wouldn''t let it go. She knew Anna better than that. ¡°No, you''re not fine,¡± she persisted, her concern evident. ¡°You''re still thinking about your sister.¡±


    Anna''s frustration grew, and she lashed out. ¡°Stay out of my head! I don''t need your pity or your constant reminders!¡±


    Theodore, chimed in, his voice calm and soothing. ¡°Phara is only worried about you, Anna. We both are. We want to help.¡±


    Anna''s glare shifted from Phara to Theodore, her resentment evident. ¡°I would rather we focus on finding our client''s missing cat, the one her ex-husband took,¡± she retorted, her voice dripping with bitterness.


    Theodore, undeterred by Anna''s hostility, tried a different approach. ¡°I just emailed you some information. Maybe, if you opened up a little about your past, we could better understand and support you.¡±


    Phara interjected, a hint of caution in her voice. ¡°Theo, that might be going too far. Let''s not push her.¡±


    Anna''s frustration reached its peak, and she closed her laptop with a loud thud. She stood up, placing it in her bag, her movements filled with finality. ¡°No, let''s do this. How far back do you want to go, Theo? How about my entire childhood?¡±


    She continued, her voice tinged with pain and vulnerability. ¡°I was unable to sleep because you could hear the screams of my mother''s victims. That castle we lived in was never quiet. I can still hear their screams in my head.¡±


    Phara''s voice trembled with empathy. ¡°Anna, he didn''t mean that. We care about you.¡±


    Theodore''s apology was sincere. ¡°Anna, I am truly sorry.¡±


    Anna''s anger softened, replaced by a sense of love, and understanding for her colleagues. ¡°I love you both, and I know you mean well. Just don¡¯t.¡±


    With those words, Anna walked out of the office and down the dimly lit hallway, her emotions swirling within her. She stepped out onto the bustling streets of Boston, a city she had grown to love. Her job as a private investigator and the thrill of researching cases had become her refuge, her distraction.


    Approaching her motorcycle parked on the street, she took out her cell phone and placed it in a holder, securing it for navigation. With a determined spirit, Anna straddled her bike and started following the map on her cell phone''s screen. The wind whipped through her hair, carrying away the echoes of her past, as she rode into resolve her current case.


    As Theodore sat in the office, his fingers danced across the keyboard, the soft click-clack of each keystroke filling the room. Phara, with her restless energy, paced back and forth in front of his desk, her eyes filled with worry.


    ¡°Theodore,¡± she sighed, ¡°Anna is not herself. She hides behind a facade, a false smile. Maybe I should do a tarot reading for her, see what lies beneath.¡±


    Theodore looked up from his computer, his brow furrowed with concern. ¡°You promised her, Phara. Remember? No more meddling with her emotions. Give her some time, and I''m sure she''ll find her way back.¡±


    With a reluctant nod, Phara perched herself on Theodore''s cluttered desk, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the tarot cards that lay scattered before her. ¡°Very well,¡± she conceded, ¡°but let''s not forget our work. Have you processed the payments from our last client?¡±


    A hint of weariness crossed Theodore''s face as he replied, ¡°Yes, I have. But honestly, Phara, I think we need a bigger case. Something more substantial. It might help attract more clients and bring in new opportunities.¡±


    Phara nodded in agreement, her gaze wandering to the window where the world outside buzzed with life. ¡°Until then,¡± she said, her voice tinged with determination, ¡°we must do what we can to help those who seek our aid.¡±


    And so, throughout the day, a parade of worried souls marched through the door, each seeking solace and answers to their doubts. Most of them were married individuals, plagued by suspicions of infidelity in their partners. Theodore couldn''t help but feel a pang of annoyance at the number of people who doubted the trust in their relationships.


    As the hours ticked by, Theodore and Phara listened attentively to each client''s fears, offering reassurance and guidance where they could. In the midst of their work, Theodore couldn''t help but wonder about the complexities of human relationships. How fragile trust could be, and yet how resilient it had the potential to become. He knew that Anna, like their clients, would find her way back to herself in due time.


    Near the end of a long and hectic day, Anna wearily pushed open the creaky office door, her arms burdened with a cat who seemed determined to scratch her at every opportunity. As if sensing her distress, Phara gracefully glided over, her soothing presence filling the room. With a gentle touch, she began to caress the agitated feline, creating an instant transformation. The cat''s tense body relaxed, its sharp claws retracting, replaced by a contented purr.


    Amused by the sudden change, Anna couldn''t help but exclaim, ¡°That cat is a true nightmare! How on earth did you manage to calm it down, Phara?¡±


    Theodore, always quick with a response, sauntered over to join them. With a mischievous smile, he chimed in, ¡°Ah, my dear Anna, everyone loves Phara. It''s almost too easy for her.¡±


    Unable to resist Theodore''s playful nature, Anna laughed and playfully pushed him, knowing that there was a kernel of truth in his words. Yet, when Theodore attempted to pet the cat in Phara''s arms, he was met with a fierce hiss, quickly retracting his hand. Anna couldn''t help but tease him, ¡°I guess even Phara has her limits, Theodore.¡±


    Taking charge of the situation, Theodore declared, ¡°Well then, I shall take it upon myself to call the client and arrange for them to come and pick up this feisty feline.¡±


    While Theodore made the necessary arrangements, Anna busied herself tidying up their shared apartment next door. As she finished the last of the chores, the client finally arrived, greeted by the reassuring presence of Phara. With a graceful gesture, Phara handed over the cat to its relieved owner.


    Theodore and Phara, having fulfilled their duties, joined Anna in the cozy apartment. As they settled down, the warmth of their relationship filling the room, they couldn''t help but reflect on the unpredictability of their day, finding solace in each other''s company.


    ***


    A dark night hung over the city of Chicago, casting a shroud of mystery over the dimly lit streets near the warehouse district. Inside one of the abandoned buildings, a vampire man was being forcefully dragged by two men, their grip firm and unyielding. But within the confines of captivity, the vampire''s will to submit suddenly waned. He went limp, slipping out of the men''s grasp and collapsing onto the cold, concrete floor. One of the captors responded with a harsh kick, his words laced with impatience, ¡°Get up.¡±


    The vampire, seemingly drained of life, surprised them both. With a sudden burst of strength, he pushed the men away, their hold broken like fragile twigs. Without hesitation, he bolted towards the exit, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger for freedom. In a swift and agile motion, he leaped out of a nearby window, soaring through the night air before landing gracefully on a rusted dumpster below.


    The two men, momentarily stunned, quickly regained their composure. Knowing the stakes were high, one of them urgently exclaimed, ¡°Let''s go get him, before he escapes!¡± With determination etched on their faces, they rushed outside, their footsteps echoing through the desolate alleyway.


    They reached the dumpster, their breaths heavy and hearts pounding. But to their dismay, it was empty, the vampire having vanished into the shadows of the city. The realization struck them like a sudden gust of wind, chilling them to the bone. The other man, his voice laced with urgency, spoke through gritted teeth, ¡°Go get the van, we need to find him before the boss finds out.¡±


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    The badly injured vampire stumbled through the bustling streets, desperate to escape the clutches of his pursuers. His once majestic wings were tattered and torn, barely able to carry him as he darted through the crowds of revelers. The pulsating music and laughter blurred into a disorienting cacophony, but he pressed on, his survival instincts kicking in.


    With every labored breath, he could feel his strength waning, his body aching from the wounds inflicted upon him. The taste of his own blood lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of the battle he had fought. He knew he couldn''t afford to rest for long, not when his enemies were hot on his trail.


    Seeking refuge, he leaned against a building, his heart pounding in his chest. The throbbing bass from a nearby nightclub reverberated through the walls, adding to the chaos around him. In the distance, he heard the screeching tires of the van, a chilling sound that sent a shudder down his spine. He knew he had to move quickly.


    Summoning the last ounce of strength he had left, the vampire pushed himself away from the wall and stumbled into a dimly lit bar. The dim glow of the neon signs cast an eerie ambiance, matching the vampire''s wounded appearance. He scanned the room, searching for a safe haven, his eyes landing on a woman who seemed to exude compassion.


    As if sensing his desperation, the woman approached him, concern etched on her face. ¡°Are you okay?¡± she asked, her voice laced with empathy.


    The vampire mustered a weak smile, appreciative of her kindness. ¡°I will be,¡± he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. ¡°I must go now.¡±


    His departure was swift, his determination to reach the tall black building in the heart of the city overpowering the pain that coursed through his body. Every step felt like an eternity, his senses heightened as he constantly scanned his surroundings for any sign of the dreaded van.


    The city''s maze of alleys and backstreets became his refuge, his movements fluid and elusive. He ducked into shadows, his supernatural abilities aiding him in remaining unseen. As he weaved through the urban maze, he couldn''t help but glance over his shoulder, his eyes gravitating towards the van that seemed to haunt him at every turn.


    Though his body screamed for respite, the vampire pressed on, knowing that surrendering was not an option. He ran past street performers, their music blending with the distant sirens, creating a chaotic symphony. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, fueling him with a determination to outwit his pursuers.


    The men in the van had been driving tirelessly for hours, their eyes scanning the city streets in search of any signs of the elusive vampire that had managed to slip through their fingers. Frustration permeated the air, as their failure weighed heavily on their minds. The man in the passenger''s seat let out a sigh, breaking the silence that had settled between them.


    ¡°Boss will not be happy about this,¡± he said, his voice laced with a tinge of anxiety.


    The driver''s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. ¡°We will just catch another vampire and not tell him about the missing one,¡± he replied, his tone laced with determination.


    The suggestion hung in the air, a desperate attempt to salvage their mission and avoid the wrath of their boss. The man in the passenger seat nodded, though doubt lingered in his eyes. With a shared understanding, they decided to try their luck near the airport, hoping to find a replacement vampire before their boss discovered the truth.


    As the van raced towards O''Hare airport, the neon lights of the city blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors outside the windows. The night was alive with the vibrancy of the urban landscape, but their focus remained on their mission. They knew time was of the essence.


    The airport loomed ahead, a behemoth of modernity and chaos. They parked the van close by, blending in with the bustling crowd of travelers. The air was filled with the commotion of arrivals and departures, a symphony of voices in different languages. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and adrenaline. The two men stepped out of the van, their senses heightened, searching for any hint of a vampire amidst the throngs of people. They discreetly observed the faces around them, looking for the telltale signs of pale skin, sharp teeth, or an air of otherworldliness. But the sea of humanity seemed impenetrable, each individual lost in their own stories and destinations.


    Hours passed, and the men grew weary. Doubt started to creep in, threatening to shatter their hope. Just as they were about to give up, a figure caught their attention. A young woman, her eyes sparkling with an otherworldly glow, stood alone near a deserted terminal. It was as if she was beckoning them, her presence drawing them closer. They cautiously approached the woman, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they got closer, they could sense a strange energy emanating from her. The woman turned to them, her smile revealing a set of gleaming fangs. They had found their replacement vampire.


    Without hesitation, they swiftly captured her, their expertise in handling supernatural creatures coming to the fore. As they secured her in the van, a sense of relief washed over them. Their mission was not in vain; they had found their replacement vampire.  The weight of their failure had been lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose.


    ***


    Anastasia walked through the front door of their cozy apartment, the soft click of the lock echoing in the quiet space. Delilah was waiting for her in the lounge area, a warm smile gracing her lips as she watched Anastasia enter. She settled down on the comfortable couch, her eyes immediately drawn to the collection of photos displayed on the wall.


    Photos of her and her sister Anna, frozen moments captured in black and white or vibrant bursts of color, spanning different decades of their lives. Among them, Anastasia''s hand paused on a black and white photo taken in the bustling streets of New York City in the early 1900s. Delilah joined her on the couch, her eyes following Anastasia''s gaze.


    ¡°You always look at this one,¡± Delilah remarked, curiosity coloring her voice.


    Anastasia sighed softly, her fingers tracing the faded edges of the photograph. ¡°Well, this is when it was just me and Anna.¡±


    Delilah''s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ¡°Why did she leave the coven?¡± she asked gently, sensing the weight of the unspoken story behind the photograph.


    Anastasia sighed again, a mix of fondness and sadness in her voice. ¡°Anna has always been too much of a free spirit to be a part of a coven. She thrives in her independence, her own path.¡±


    Delilah nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. ¡°And what is she doing now? Where is she?¡±


    Anastasia gently placed the photo back on the table, her gaze distant. ¡°She is living in Boston, working as a private investigator alongside her lovers. She''s created her own little world, filled with adventure and danger.¡±


    Delilah studied Anastasia''s face, concern etching lines on her own features. ¡°Why are you thinking about her today? Is something wrong?¡±


    Anastasia paused, a flicker of worry crossing her eyes. ¡°She has night terrors. I can sense it, even from here. It''s been happening more frequently lately.¡±


    Delilah gently wrapped her arms around Anastasia''s shoulders as they sat on the plush couch in their cozy lounge area. The soft glow of the lamp created a warm ambiance, casting a gentle light on their faces. Delilah''s voice was filled with concern as she spoke.


    ¡°You should call her,¡± she said softly.


    Anastasia let out a deep sigh, her brows furrowing slightly. ¡°I know, but Anna doesn''t like me to pry,¡± she replied, her tone tinged with a mixture of sadness and frustration.


    Delilah tugged on Anastasia''s arm, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. ¡°Let¡¯s go do something fun tonight. We have a few hours before the sun rises,¡± she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.


    Anastasia, caught off guard by Delilah''s sudden burst of energy, slowly rose from the comfortable embrace of the couch. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she considered the proposition. ¡°That sounds wonderful,¡± she replied, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement.


    Without wasting another moment, Delilah and Anastasia hurriedly got dressed, their hearts racing with the thrill of the unknown. As they stepped out of their apartment, the cool night air embraced them, carrying with it a sense of adventure. Waiting for them at the curb was a sleek black car, the driver patiently holding the door open. With an air of mystery, Delilah and Anastasia climbed inside, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The driver nodded, understanding their unspoken desire, and skillfully maneuvered through the winding streets, taking them deeper into the heart of the city.


    Delilah and Anastasia stepped into the dimly lit vampire bar, their eyes quickly adjusting to the atmospheric ambiance. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of blood, mingling with the intoxicating melodies that wafted from the stage at the far end of the room.


    As they made their way to a secluded table, Delilah couldn''t help but notice the unusual emptiness of the bar. It was usually bustling with creatures of the night, seeking solace in the embrace of darkness. Tonight, however, the bar seemed to be shrouded in an eerie stillness.


    Anastasia leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. ¡°Do you think something happened? This place is never this quiet.¡±


    Delilah shrugged, her curiosity piqued. ¡°Let''s find out,¡± she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.


    They approached the bar, where a lone bartender polished a glass, his eyes darting nervously across the room. Delilah, ever the charmer, flashed her fangs and leaned against the counter. ¡°What''s going on here tonight, my friend? The lack of patrons is quite unusual.¡±


    The bartender''s voice trembled as he spoke. ¡°There have been rumors, whispers of a powerful vampire hunter lurking in the shadows. Many have disappeared, never to be seen again. Fear has gripped the vampire community, keeping them away from places like these.¡±


    Anastasia''s eyes widened, but Delilah remained undeterred. ¡°Well, we''re not afraid of some vampire hunter, are we, Anastasia?¡±


    Anastasia shook her head, a determined glint sparking in her eyes. ¡°No, we are not. Let''s show them that no amount of fear can keep us from enjoying our night.¡±


    With a newfound resolve, Delilah and Anastasia made their way to the stage. The band, a group of talented vampires, paused their music as the two women took their places under the spotlight.


    Delilah addressed the audience with a seductive smile. ¡°Tonight, we shall dance, we shall drink, and we shall celebrate the spirit of the night. No hunter can diminish our passion for life.¡±


    The room erupted in applause, the patrons finding solace and strength in Delilah''s words. The band struck up a lively tune, filling the bar with an electrifying energy. Delilah and Anastasia danced with wild abandon, their movements both graceful and mesmerizing. As the night wore on, more vampires trickled into the bar, drawn by the infectious energy and the courage of Delilah and Anastasia. Fear slowly dissipated, replaced by a collective defiance against the forces that sought to drive them into hiding.


    As the first hints of dawn painted the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, Anastasia''s heightened senses tingled with anticipation. She knew that the night''s escapades were coming to an end, and it was time to retreat from the vampire bar. Delilah instinctively understood the unspoken urgency in Anastasia''s touch as their hands intertwined.


    Exiting the dimly lit haven, they stepped into the cool night air, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the bar. Their eyes adjusted to the faint glow of the approaching sunrise, casting long shadows on the deserted streets. An elegant black car awaited them, its sleek exterior reflecting the city lights.

 Vanishing Vangs: Something seems off.

    Next day, the sun cast its warm golden rays into the room, rousing Anna from her slumber. She glanced at the peaceful figures of Phara and Theodore, still lost in dreams, and quietly slipped out of bed. Determination etched across her face, she knew she had a task to accomplish.


    Phara, sensing Anna''s movements, slowly opened her eyes and watched as Anna dressed herself. Concern filled Phara''s voice as she said, ¡°Wait, let me go with you.¡±


    Anna turned to face her friend, a gentle smile playing on her lips. ¡°I appreciate your offer, but this is a simple follow and document case. I''ll be fine on my own.¡±


    Phara, not willing to let Anna face the unknown alone, shook Theodore awake. ¡°Theo, you are in charge of the office today,¡± she declared with a touch of authority.


    Theodore, still groggy from sleep, mumbled his agreement. He attempted to retreat back into the comforting embrace of slumber, only to be pushed by Phara''s persistent hand.


    ¡°It requires you to get off your ass,¡± Phara chided, her tone laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement.


    With a sigh, Theodore begrudgingly rose from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to freshen up. Meanwhile, Phara swiftly dressed herself and joined Anna in their shared pursuit. Anna walked over to her motorcycle, ready to face the day''s challenges. Sensing Phara''s hesitation, she handed her a helmet.


    Phara contemplated for a moment, then suggested, ¡°Let''s take my car instead.¡±


    Anna, knowing the streets of Boston would be clogged with traffic, shook her head. ¡°Your car won''t get us far in this mess. Trust me, we''ll be faster on my bike.¡±


    Reluctantly, Phara donned the helmet and hopped on the back of the motorcycle, her grip tight around Anna''s waist. With a roar of the engine, they embarked on their journey through the bustling city.


    As they weaved through the chaotic streets, Phara couldn''t help but remark, ¡°We should''ve stopped for coffee.¡±


    Anna, ever prepared, pulled out a can of coffee and handed it to Phara. ¡°Just press the bottom, and it will heat up,¡± Anna explained with a mischievous smile.


    Grateful for the warm beverage, Phara eagerly pressed the bottom of the can and began savoring the rich aroma. As they rode, a man emerged from an apartment building, accompanied by a lively dog. Anna, with her keen senses, caught a glimpse of the man and without hesitation, tossed the empty can into a nearby trash can. With a determined glint in her eyes, Anna tailed the man on her motorcycle, her heart racing with anticipation.


    Anna and Phara had been following the man all day, from his apartment to his workplace and now to a community center. They had expected to catch him red-handed, to uncover some dark secret that would justify their being hired. But as they watched him help set up the stage for the theater kids, their assumptions began to crumble.


    Anna pulled out her camera and quickly snapped a photo, tossing it to Phara. Confusion and disappointment filled the air as they left the community center and made their way back to Anna''s motorcycle. As they put on their helmets, Anna''s voice pierced the silence.


    ¡°I think I know how to double our compensation,¡± she said, her words laced with determination.


    Phara''s curiosity piqued, she asked, ¡°How?¡±


    Anna paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, ¡°Normally, when a partner assumes their target is up to something, they are actually projecting their own actions onto them.¡±


    Phara''s eyes widened, realizing the implications of Anna''s words. She climbed onto the back of the motorcycle as Anna revved the engine, the wind whipping through their hair as they raced back to the woman who had hired them. They parked the motorcycle outside the woman''s house and Anna gently retrieved the camera from Phara''s hands. With a surge of supernatural power, Anna leaped effortlessly to the top of a nearby tree, positioning herself to capture the truth hidden behind those apartment windows.


    Phara watched in awe as Anna snapped photo after photo, capturing the evidence that would unravel the secrets within. Minutes later, Anna descended from the tree and showed the images to Phara. The wife had indeed been cheating on her husband.


    ¡°Now we wait,¡± Anna declared, her voice filled with a sense of justice.


    And so they waited, hidden in the shadows, until the husband returned home. With a mix of apprehension and determination, they approached him, ready to reveal the truth that would shatter his world. They explained how his wife had hired them suspecting him of infidelity when it was she who had been unfaithful. Phara couldn''t help but feel a sense of sympathy for the husband as she uttered a sincere apology.


    ¡°I am sorry,¡± she said, her voice tinged with regret for their involvement in his marital strife.


    Anna interjected, her voice stern yet compassionate, ¡°We have all the evidence you need. However, as your wife is still our client, we will require a cash payment for this case.¡±


    The man''s face contorted with a mix of anger, betrayal, and relief. He reluctantly paid the agreed-upon amount, his hands trembling as he accepted the evidence that would forever change his life. As Anna and Phara left the scene, they couldn''t help but feel a strange mixture of fulfillment and sorrow.


    Anna and Phara stepped into their Private Investigator''s office, their laughter echoing through the cluttered space. Theodore seemed overwhelmed and disheveled, a whirlwind of client meetings and constantly ringing phones surrounding him. They couldn''t help but chuckle at the sight, immediately springing into action to alleviate his stress.


    As Theodore angrily muttered into the phone, Anna smoothly took over, gracefully handling the disgruntled customer with her calming demeanor and quick wit. As she expertly resolved the issue, Theodore felt a weightlifting off his shoulders. Grateful, he allowed himself to be pulled away from the chaotic office and into their shared apartment.


    Phara, always attuned to Theodore''s emotions, sensed the brewing storm within him. Wrapping her arms around him, she murmured softly, ¡°Theo, I am sorry we took so long. It''s okay.¡±


    Theodore''s body tensed, his anger boiling over. In a sudden surge of rage, he transformed into a werewolf, his once human features replaced by a creature of the night. Phara, undeterred by his monstrous form, took a step closer, her unwavering love and acceptance shining in her eyes.


    ¡°Phara,¡± Theodore growled, his voice a mixture of anguish and fury, ¡°I can''t control it. I''m dangerous.¡±


    Phara''s touch was gentle and soothing as she reached out to stroke his paw. ¡°Calm down, Theo,¡± she whispered, her voice a balm to his tormented soul. ¡°We''re in this together. We''ll find a way to help you.¡±


    As Phara''s calming presence enveloped him, Theodore''s transformation began to reverse. His fur receded, his claws retracted, until he stood once more in his human form. Phara, overcome with relief, wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as they savored the moment of peace and normalcy.


    From the living room, they could hear Anna''s voice, spirited and argumentative, as she engaged with the customers still lingering on the phone. Their laughter rang out, a harmonious melody that filled the air with warmth and unity. In that moment, Theodore and Phara knew that despite the challenges they faced, they had each other and the unwavering support of their team.


    ***


    In the dark warehouse, where the wails of imprisoned vampires echoed through the cold air, two men briskly ushered more of the undead into their makeshift cells. The piercing shriek of a vampire reverberated from a distance, sending chills down their spines. Yet, just as suddenly as the screams began, they ceased, replaced by the steady cadence of approaching footsteps. A door swung open, flooding the gloom with blinding light.


    Two figures emerged, their burden evident in the form of a gravely wounded vampire, barely clinging to life. The Nurse, an authoritative presence, strode purposefully towards the men, who were busy securing the newly arrived creatures. She paused, her finger pointing towards a cell occupied by a female vampire.


    Her voice cut through the tense atmosphere, ¡°Where is the vampire from last night?¡±


    One of the men hesitated, then responded, ¡°He perished.¡±


    A flicker of relief flashed across the Nurse''s face. ¡°He better have,¡± she retorted sharply. ¡°Because if even a single one of them manages to escape, this operation is doomed, and none of us will get our pay.¡±


    The man, now aware of the gravity of the situation, asked tentatively, ¡°What would you like us to do?¡±


    With a steely determination, the Nurse replied, ¡°First and foremost, did he escape?¡±


    The man nodded, his voice tinged with trepidation, ¡°Yes.¡±


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    In an instant, the Nurse''s eyes narrowed, calculating the next course of action. ¡°Then we have no choice but to relocate to our secondary facility. Prepare the vampires for transport.¡±


    Concern etched on his face, the man voiced his apprehension, ¡°But what about the boss?¡±


    The Nurse''s voice was resolute, ¡°I will handle Dr. Specker. We must act swiftly, time is of the essence.¡±


    With that, the Nurse swiftly departed, vanishing back into the blinding brightness of the hallway. The men, now cognizant of the imminent danger, hastily regrouped, making preparations to vacate the cell area and ready the warehouse for their clandestine move. The Nurse made her way down the bright, clean hallway, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling her nostrils. She turned into the room where Dr. Specker stood, hunched over a microscope, his lab coat draped over his shoulders. The room hummed with the sound of machinery and the faint flickering of fluorescent lights.


    ¡°Dr. Specker,¡± the Nurse said, urgency lacing her voice, ¡°we have to relocate to our second location.¡±


    Dr. Specker straightened up, his eyes still fixed on the microscopic world before him. He removed his gloves and casually tossed them onto the table, not bothering to look at the Nurse. ¡°Do you not see I am on the brink of something extraordinary?¡± he replied, his voice laced with frustration.


    The Nurse pressed on, undeterred by his dismissive tone. ¡°We must act quickly. A subject escaped last night.¡±


    Dr. Specker finally turned his head, his gaze piercing through the Nurse with intensity. ¡°Bring one last subject before we move the lab,¡± he demanded. ¡°I like the one from yesterday.¡±


    The Nurse hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. ¡°That is the one that escaped.¡±


    In an instant, anger flashed across Dr. Specker''s face, and he grabbed the Nurse''s arms tightly. ¡°He was an older vampire,¡± he spat, his grip tightening. ¡°His blood was better for my research.¡±


    The Nurse managed to release herself from Dr. Specker''s grip, her eyes filled with defiance. ¡°Go home, rest a few days,¡± she said firmly, her voice unwavering. ¡°Then I will have the new location up and running.¡±


    Dr. Specker''s anger subsided, replaced by a contemplative expression. ¡°I think we need older vampires,¡± he murmured, more to himself than to the Nurse.


    ¡°I will see what I can do,¡± the Nurse replied, her voice tinged with weariness. ¡°Now go.¡±


    With that, Dr. Specker turned and left the room, the weight of his disappointment and frustration trailing behind him. The Nurse watched him go, a mix of concern and determination etched on her face. The Nurse and her team worked tirelessly to relocate their equipment and subjects to the new location. With each carefully packed crate, with each secured subject, they took a step closer to a fresh start. But as the Nurse organized the chaos, her mind couldn''t shake the haunting image of the escaped vampire, the one that Dr. Specker so desperately craved.


    Dr. Specker walked through the parking lot, his footsteps echoing against the empty spaces. The dimly lit area seemed devoid of life, except for a few scattered cars that sat silently. As he approached his own vehicle, a sleek black sedan, his mind was consumed with thoughts of greatness. He yearned to be the best, to achieve heights that no one else had reached before.


    With a determined expression, Dr. Specker climbed into his car. The engine roared to life, a symphony of power and potential. He knew that the road to success would be long and arduous, but he was willing to do whatever it took to reach his goals. The hunger for greatness burned deep within him, propelling him forward.


    As Dr. Specker left the hustle and bustle of Chicago behind, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. The towering buildings and endless traffic had become suffocating, and he longed for a change of scenery. The suburbs offered him a respite, a chance to escape the chaotic energy of the city and find solace in the quieter streets. As he pulled into the driveway of his luxurious house, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The sleek, modern design of the house stood in contrast to the traditional architecture of the neighboring homes, making it a true standout in the neighborhood.


    As Dr. Specker entered his home, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease. The noise emanating from the kitchen sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins, causing him to instinctively reach for his gun. With each step, he braced himself for the unexpected, prepared to confront an intruder or a threat. But as he entered the kitchen, his gun held firmly in his grasp, he was taken aback by the sight before him.


    There stood Kim, his ex-girlfriend, diligently cooking dinner as if she belonged there. Her presence evoked a mixture of emotions within him - surprise, anger, and a flicker of the past that he thought he had buried deep within his heart. He couldn''t deny the allure she possessed, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and her lips curved into a familiar smile. But he had learned the hard way that her presence in his life only brought chaos and distraction, threatening to unravel the very fabric of his existence.


    ¡°Why did you come back this time, Kim?¡± Dr. Specker''s voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and frustration, as if he was trying to understand the motives of a puzzle he could never fully solve.


    Kim, without missing a beat, responded, ¡°I got bored out there. I missed you.¡±


    Her words hung in the air, tempting him to let his guard down, to believe that maybe this time things would be different. But his logical mind reminded him of the countless times she had disrupted his life, causing him to lose focus on his work, his research, and ultimately his purpose.


    ¡°I can''t afford any more of your distractions, Kim. Get out now!¡± Dr. Specker''s voice was firm, his resolve unyielding.


    Kim, her eyes glistening with a hint of sadness, turned and left without a word. Dr. Specker watched her retreating figure, a mixture of relief and regret washing over him. He retreated to his private home lab, a sanctuary where he could immerse himself in his work without any external disruptions.


    ***


    Once again, the stars cast their ethereal glow upon the imposing black building nestled in the heart of Chicago. Within its walls, Anastasia emerges from her opulent apartment and steps into the awaiting elevator. As she descends, her mind already consumed with the tasks that lie ahead, she passes through the coven''s grand lounge area.


    It is here that Blake rushes over to greet her. ¡°Good evening,¡± he murmurs respectfully, bowing ever so slightly in her presence. Anastasia acknowledges him with a nod, her thoughts never wavering from the matters at hand.


    ¡°Bring me Nicole,¡± Anastasia commands, her voice carrying an air of authority. Without a word, Blake retreats, disappearing into the depths of the building to fetch Nicole.


    Moments later, Nicole arrives, her presence exuding a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. ¡°Hello, Anastasia,¡± she greets cautiously.


    Anastasia beckons Nicole closer, their faces mere inches apart. In that intimate moment, Anastasia''s hunger takes hold, and she plunges her fangs deep into Nicole''s neck, drinking from her with a primal thirst. As the sweet nectar of life flows into her, Anastasia is momentarily consumed by the sensation, her senses heightened and her power surging through her veins.


    But the tranquility is abruptly shattered by a sudden eruption of yells emanating from the lounge area. Startled, Anastasia reluctantly releases her hold on Nicole, her piercing gaze now fixated on the disturbance. Blake rushes to intervene, his urgent words urging Nicole away from the scene.


    Anastasia steps out of her office, her regal presence commanding attention. She surveys the chaotic scene before her, her eyes locking onto a badly injured vampire, feasting upon a helpless human, moments away from delivering a fatal blow. Acting swiftly, Anastasia, fueled by a mix of compassion and authority, pulls the vampire away from his prey, her strength easily overpowering him.


    ¡°What is wrong with you?¡± she demands, her voice laced with a mixture of concern and reproach.


    Gasping for breath, the wounded vampire manages to speak, his words carrying a heavy burden of desperation. ¡°I just escaped from a madman... conducting vile experiments on us,¡± he reveals, his voice trembling with both fear and anger.


    Silence descends upon the room, the vampires present fixating their gazes upon the injured creature, their minds racing to comprehend the implications of his claim. Anastasia, composed and unwavering, understands the gravity of the situation.


    ¡°Everything is fine," she reassures her coven, her voice projecting an air of calm authority. "We will address this matter, together.¡±


    Leading the injured vampire into her office, Anastasia closes the door, shielding their conversation from the prying eyes and ears of the coven.


    As the injured Vampire sat on the plush couch in Anastasia''s dimly lit office, his wounds began to slowly heal, a testament to his supernatural abilities. Anastasia, a powerful and enigmatic figure, leaned forward on her sleek desk, her piercing gaze fixed upon the Vampire.


    ¡°What do you mean someone did experiments on you?¡± her voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity.


    The Vampire, his voice a low and gravelly whisper, replied, ¡°I am not the only one. There are dozens of us, locked away in cells, subjected to unspeakable horrors.¡±


    Anastasia''s eyes widened in disbelief. ¡°I''ve heard whispers of Vampire hunters in the area, but this... this is something entirely different. Where did you manage to escape from?¡±


    The Vampire, his face etched with pain and determination, answered, ¡°Near the harbor. That''s where they''ve set up their twisted laboratory, hidden away from prying eyes.¡±


    Anastasia''s mind worked quickly, her thoughts racing to formulate a plan. ¡°Do you know any of the names of the Vampires who are being held captive? We need to gather as much information as possible before we can mount a rescue.¡±


    The Vampire paused, his eyes searching the depths of his memory. ¡°I''m sorry, I don''t really socialize with others in the coven. I only knew a few by their aliases, but I can try to remember if it helps.¡±


    Anastasia''s frustration grew, mingled with a sense of urgency. ¡°Blake, ready my car immediately and have a few guards follow us. Time is of the essence.¡± Her voice echoed with authority as she issued the orders.


    Within moments, Anastasia and the Vampire found themselves inside her sleek, blacked-out car, racing through the city streets towards the harbor warehouse district. The dim lights of the city passed in a blur, matching the intensity of their mission. The Driver''s car came to a halt in front of the open warehouse, its vast expanse stretching out before Anastasia and her guards. They stepped out, their footsteps echoing in the empty space, and followed the Driver inside. As they entered an area with a row of cells, Anastasia felt a sense of foreboding settle over her.


    Opening the door to a bright hallway, Anastasia and her guards meticulously searched every nook and cranny. But to their dismay, the warehouse had been meticulously wiped clean, leaving no trace of the previous occupants. Anastasia''s keen eyes swept over the sterile surfaces, frustration etching lines on her face.


    One of her Guards remarked, ¡°Ms. B¨¢thory, they moved quick.¡±


    ¡°Well, keep looking,¡± Anastasia commanded, her voice filled with determination. ¡°We might find something, no matter how small.¡±


    Hours turned into an eternity as Anastasia and her guards scoured every inch of the warehouse. They painstakingly examined each cell, each hallway, and each corner, desperately hoping to discover a clue that would lead them closer to the answers they sought. But their efforts proved futile, as if the warehouse had swallowed the secrets it once held.


    Exhausted and disheartened, Anastasia reluctantly made the decision to retreat. She knew she couldn''t afford to waste any more time in a place that seemed to have been erased of all evidence. With heavy steps, she led her guards out of the warehouse, the weight of disappointment lingering in the air.


    As Anastasia sat in the dimly lit office, the weight of guilt settled heavily upon her. The realization that her fellow vampires were disappearing had struck her like a bolt of lightning. How had she not noticed? How had she allowed this to happen under her watch? With a deep sense of responsibility, she knew she had to act.


    Her mind raced with questions and possibilities. Who could be behind these sinister experiments? And why? Was there a traitor among them, someone who had betrayed the coven? Or perhaps there was a greater threat lurking in the shadows, preying on their kind. Anastasia vowed to uncover the truth, to leave no stone unturned until the missing vampires were found.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 4

    Anna, Phara, and Theodore sat in their private investigator''s office, surrounded by stacks of files and folders. Anna absentmindedly tossed a ball up and down, her mind restless with the need for new cases. ¡°Theo, that''s good we''re caught up for the month, but maybe we should find more cases, so we can get ahead for next month,¡± she suggested.


    Phara, who had been engrossed in a book, looked up with a weary expression. ¡°Can''t we take a little time to breathe for a minute?" she pleaded. "We''ve been working nonstop, and I could use a break.¡±


    Theodore, always the voice of reason, chimed in. ¡°That does sound nice. Maybe we can go visit your sister, Anna, in Chicago. It would be a nice change of scenery.¡±


    Anna paused, considering Theodore''s suggestion. She knew she hadn''t seen her sister in a long time, and a visit would be a welcome distraction. With a sigh, she sat up straight and looked at Theodore and Phara.


    ¡°How about we skip that idea for now?¡± Anna said. ¡°We can''t afford to take too much time off, but maybe we can find a way to enjoy the day while still being productive.¡¯


    Phara nodded in agreement. ¡°Fine, let''s work. But can we at least take a short break? We''ve been cooped up in this office for too long.¡±


    Theodore smiled. ¡°Okay, let''s compromise. How about we just enjoy the day? We can close the office and take a break from our caseload. We deserve it.¡±


    Anna''s eyes lit up at the suggestion. ¡°That sounds perfect. Let''s pile up in Phara''s car and head to downtown Boston. We can walk around, enjoy the sunshine, and take a breather from all this detective work.¡±


    Phara and Theodore eagerly agreed, and soon they found themselves strolling through the bustling streets of downtown Boston. The sun warmed their faces, and the sounds of city life filled their ears. They laughed and shared stories, relishing the freedom of being away from their office.


    As they walked, Anna couldn''t help but feel a sense of gratitude for her partners. Despite the challenges they faced as private investigators, they had formed a tight-knit bond. They were more than just team; they were a life partners, supporting and encouraging each other through the ups and downs.


    As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the bustling streets of Boston, Anna, Phara, and Theodore made their way out of Fenway Park. The sounds of cheers and laughter slowly faded into the background as they merged into the sea of people, their footsteps blending with the rhythm of the city.


    But amidst the crowd, Anna''s attention was suddenly captivated by a figure in the distance. From behind, the woman bore an uncanny resemblance to Anna''s sister, Anastasia. Her heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, Anna found herself drawn towards her, a mixture of curiosity and longing pulling her forward.


    Reaching out, Anna gently grasped the woman''s shoulder, her voice filled with a mix of relief and reproach. ¡°Just because I have night terrors again doesn''t mean you have to check on me like I''m still a child.¡±


    As the woman turned around, Anna''s eyes widened in surprise. It was not her sister. The woman''s eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly slipped away, disappearing into the crowd. Phara and Theodore stepped closer to Anna, concern etched across their faces, their silent support a comforting presence.


    Anna let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion. She could sense their unspoken words, their worry hanging heavy in the air. ¡°Don''t say it,¡± she pleaded softly. ¡°I''m just tired. Let''s go home.¡±


    With Phara''s car waiting nearby, Anna climbed into the familiar comfort of the passenger seat, the worn upholstery welcoming her weary body. Theodore settled in the back, his presence a quiet reassurance. As they pulled away from the bright lights and bustling energy of the city, a sense of calm washed over Anna.


    The gentle hum of the engine melted into the night, and the cityscape faded into a blur of lights. Thoughts tumbled through Anna''s mind, a jumble of memories, fears, and hopes. She was tired, worn down by the weight of her own inner struggles. Leaning her head against the window, Anna closed her eyes, allowing the rhythmic motion of the car to lull her into a state of reflection. She knew she couldn''t escape her night terrors or the lingering sense of vulnerability they brought. But in that moment, surrounded by the unwavering support of her friends, she found solace. She was not alone.


    Phara''s car glided through the familiar streets, each passing streetlight casting fleeting shadows on Anna''s face. As they arrived at their apartment, Anna mustered a small smile, the first genuine one since her encounter at Fenway Park. Stepping out of the car, she felt a renewed sense of strength and determination.


    Anna steps into their cozy apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloping her as she closes the door behind her. Phara and Theodore, her loving partners, greet her with warm smiles and nods. The day has been long and exhausting, and Anna is grateful for their presence.


    Theodore, ever the caretaker, declares his intention to prepare dinner. Anna appreciates his gesture, knowing that his culinary skills will create a delightful meal. As she walks past her partners, Phara''s concerned eyes follow her, a silent question hanging in the air.


    ¡°Are you going to be okay?¡± Phara asks gently, her voice filled with genuine concern. Anna pauses for a moment, appreciating Phara''s empathy. She knows that opening up is not always easy for her.


    ¡°Yes,¡± Anna assures Phara, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, ¡°I am going to take a shower.¡± With those words, she heads towards the bathroom, seeking refuge in the solitude it offers.


    As Anna steps into the bathroom, she closes the door behind her, shutting out the world momentarily. The sound of running water fills the small space, and she allows its gentle rhythm to wash away her stress. Leaning against the cool tiles, Anna reflects on her thoughts, her mind wandering to her sister, Anastasia. They share a bond that goes beyond sisterhood, their connection resembling that of a mother and daughter. A pang of longing fills Anna''s heart as she contemplates reaching out to Anastasia. But a sense of hesitation holds her back. She doesn''t want to burden her sister with her own troubles, knowing that Anastasia has her own responsibilities and challenges to face.


    ***


    In the dimly lit, abandoned office building on the outer limits of the city, the windows were all shielded with worn-out shutters. The once bustling hallways were now eerily quiet, the echoes of forgotten whispers hanging in the air. Dr. Specker stood alone in a room, methodically washing his hands, his mind lost in thoughts only he could comprehend.


    As he continued his ritual, the heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing a figure cloaked in white. It was the Nurse, a loyal servant to Dr. Specker, carrying out his every command without question. She approached him with an air of obedience, ready to fulfill his latest request.


    ¡°Bring me the blonde female one,¡± Dr. Specker murmured, his voice barely audible but commanding, nonetheless.


    ¡°Yes, sir,¡± the Nurse responded with a nod, her eyes betraying no emotion. She turned on her heel and made her way down the cold, desolate corridors, guided by the flickering lights above.


    Descending into the depths of the building, the Nurse arrived at a series of cells, each housing a captive vampire. There, amidst the darkness, sat a blonde vampire woman, her eyes filled with both defiance and fear. Sensing the Nurse''s presence, she rose from her bed, her body tense with anticipation.


    ¡°I am not going anywhere,¡± the vampire declared, her voice laced with defiance.


    Ignoring the vampire''s protest, the Nurse motioned for the two men standing by her side to open the cell door. A battle ensued as the vampire fiercely resisted, using her supernatural strength to fend off her captors. But the Nurse, swift and skilled, swiftly approached the struggling vampire and injected her with a silver chain, weakening her powers.


    The vampire''s resistance waned as the silver chain coursed through her veins, sapping her strength. With a shake of her head, the Nurse regarded the two men struggling to contain the weakened vampire.


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    ¡°Both of you are useless,¡± she muttered under her breath, her disappointment clear. ¡°Now, come on.¡±


    With synchronized movements, the two men lifted the vampire, her once formidable presence reduced to a mere burden. As they made their way towards the elevator. The elevator doors closed, sealing the fate of the blonde vampire within the confines of Dr. Specker''s domain. In the silence that followed, the abandoned office building stood as a witness to the darkness that lingered within its walls, secrets hidden beneath layers of forgotten memories.


    The exam room was cold and sterile, its white walls reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead. The blonde female vampire stood in the center, her eyes darting nervously between the Nurse and the two men who had brought her here. The Nurse, a stern and unyielding figure, pointed towards the examination table with a sense of authority.


    ¡°Put her on the table, and I will go get the doctor,¡± the Nurse commanded, her voice cold and devoid of any compassion.


    Confusion and fear filled the vampire''s eyes as she pleaded, ¡°Why are you doing this to us?¡±


    But her words were met with a cruel response as the two men forcefully placed her on the table, restraining her against her will. In a show of dominance, the Nurse grabbed the vampire''s face, her grip tight and threatening.


    ¡°Keep talking, and I will rip out your tongue,¡± the Nurse hissed, her voice dripping with malevolence.


    Unbeknownst to them, Dr. Specker had been standing just outside the room, listening intently to the exchange. Unable to bear witnessing such cruelty, he interjected with authority, ¡°That will be enough. Leave me with her.¡±


    The Nurse and the two men complied, leaving the room and closing the door behind them. Dr. Specker, a man of intelligence and curiosity, approached the vampire slowly, rolling his chair beside the table. As he looked into her eyes, he saw not a monster, but a being with emotions and questions.


    ¡°Unlike the others, you ask questions,¡± Dr. Specker remarked, his voice filled with both intrigue and empathy.


    The vampire''s voice trembled as she spoke, desperation tinting her words. ¡°Just, why? We don''t harm humans in this area.¡±


    Dr. Specker paused for a moment, contemplating his response. ¡°Because I believe vampires are the missing link to all of humanity''s problems,¡± he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.


    The vampire struggled against her restraints, trying desperately to free herself, but the silver chains held her in their grip. Dr. Specker, however, approached her with a tenderness unexpected from someone in his position. He gently petted her head, his touch surprisingly soothing.


    As he prepared to extract some of her blood, the vampire''s anxiety peaked. But to her surprise, Dr. Specker handled the procedure with care, inserting the catheter into her arm and drawing only a small amount. Once he finished, he removed the catheter and covered the wound with a bandage.


    ¡°That is all from you today,¡± Dr. Specker reassured her, his voice soft and compassionate. ¡°You are far too beautiful for limb removal.¡±


    With the IV bag filled with her blood in hand, Dr. Specker walked past the Nurse in the hallway, his expression unreadable. He spoke with an air of finality, ¡°Put her back. I am done with her for now.¡±


    As the Nurse and the two men led the female vampire back to her cell, the heavy iron door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit confines of the lower floor. The cold, damp air hung heavy with the scent of decay and despair. Across from her cell, a badly injured male vampire lay in a state of agony, his weakened form barely recognizable as the once formidable creature he had been.


    With a dismissive gesture, one of the men gruffly said, ¡°That is all,¡± as they roughly tossed the female vampire into her cell. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the desolate hallway. The Nurse, a stern and formidable figure, wasted no time in asserting her authority.


    She approached the bars of the cell and struck the door with a metallic clang. ¡°Keep quiet,¡± she barked, her voice laced with an authority that brooked no disobedience. ¡°No talking is allowed.¡±


    The female vampire, her once vibrant and ethereal beauty marred by her current predicament, laid dejectedly on her bed. She gazed at the cold stone walls that surrounded her, their imposing presence a constant reminder of her captivity. The dampness seeped into her bones, matching the ache within her soul. Her mind wandered to a time when she roamed freely, when she danced under the moonlight and quenched her thirst for life. Now, she was confined to this wretched place, a mere shadow of her former self. The despair weighed heavily upon her, a burden that seemed impossible to bear.


    ***


    Anastasia sat in her office, surrounded by shelves lined with books on ancient folklore and vampire history. The scent of old parchment and incense filled the air, creating an eerie atmosphere. Blake diligently typed away on his computer, searching through the digital logs of their coven''s members.


    Anastasia sighed heavily, her mind burdened with worry. ¡°I should''ve done more to keep them safe,¡± she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.


    Blake looked up from his screen, concern etched on his face. ¡°You can only protect them when they''re within the safety of the coven''s building,¡± he said softly. ¡°It would be impossible to keep them safe when they venture out into the public.¡±


    Anastasia nodded, realizing the truth in his words. ¡°Yes, I know. But a few days ago, I noticed some of our members were missing their coven dues. I should''ve taken action then, before they were moved from that warehouse. Now, I don''t even know if they''re still in the city.¡±


    Blake''s eyes widened with realization. ¡°How many members does the coven have right now?¡±


    Anastasia turned her attention to her computer screen, scrolling through the list of names. ¡°We have about 5,000 members, but 500 of them haven''t been seen in about a month or so.¡±


    Blake''s voice grew urgent. ¡°Maybe we should inform the Authorities about the missing vampires. They might be able to help us.¡±


    Anastasia shook her head, her expression filled with doubt. ¡°We have no proof of a crime, Blake. They will think we''re crazy. We''re on our own with this one.¡±


    Just then, the office door creaked open, revealing Anastasia''s wife, Delilah. Her elegant presence filled the room, and she walked over to join them.


    Delilah''s eyes sparkled with determination. ¡°Perhaps you should call Anna to assist you with this problem,¡± she suggested.


    Blake couldn''t help but ask, ¡°Is she a cop or something?¡±


    Anastasia smiled at Delilah, the love and trust between them evident. ¡°No, she''s not a cop. She''s a private investigator.¡±


    As Delilah gently rubbed Anastasia''s back, a soothing warmth passed between them. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate, albeit temporarily. Delilah''s voice broke the silence, her words carrying a glimmer of hope.


    ¡°Anna could help you, she is only in Boston,¡± she suggested, her voice tinged with optimism. Anastasia turned her gaze towards Blake, who was still engrossed in studying the vast amount of information within the coven''s database. His brows furrowed in frustration, mirroring Anastasia''s own feelings.


    ¡°You''re right, Delilah,¡± Anastasia replied, her voice laced with determination. ¡°There is too much information to go over alone. We need Anna''s expertise.¡± She reached for her cell phone, contemplating whether Anna would even pick up her call. Anastasia had a history of being met with silence whenever she dialed Anna''s number. But this time, the urgency in her voice might be enough to capture Anna''s attention.


    Taking a deep breath, Anastasia dialed Anna''s number, her heart pounding with anticipation. The phone rang, each second feeling like an eternity. But there was no answer. Disappointment washed over Anastasia, threatening to drown her hopes. Yet, she remained resolute.


    ¡°I knew she wouldn''t answer,¡± Anastasia muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with frustration.


    As the office quieted once more, the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air. Anastasia and Delilah shared a determined glance, silently vowing to never give up. The road ahead may be uncertain, but with each other''s support, they were ready to face any challenge that lay in their path.


    ¡°Maybe,¡± Anastasia began, her voice filled with determination, ¡°we should warn the coven members about the other missing vampires. They have a right to know what''s happening.¡±


    Blake hesitated, worry etched on his face. ¡°But Anastasia, if we tell them, they might panic and try to flee. What if more of them get taken in the process of leaving?¡±


    Delilah chimed in, her eyes filled with concern. ¡°Perhaps we could tell them about the vampire hunters in the city. That might make them think twice about leaving the safety of the coven.¡±


    Anastasia pondered their words, knowing that they both had valid points. She understood the fear that would grip her fellow vampires upon learning the truth, but she also feared the consequences of their flight. The world outside was dangerous, and the vampire hunters posed a significant threat.


    Finally, Anastasia made up her mind. She looked at Blake, her gaze unwavering. ¡°Blake, I think it''s best if you inform the coven members about the situation. But deliver the message with care and kindness. Let them know that we are here to protect them and that staying within the coven is their safest option.¡±


    Blake nodded, a mixture of relief and apprehension evident in his eyes. ¡°I''ll do my best, Anastasia. I understand the importance of delivering the message delicately.¡±


    Delilah reached out and took Anastasia''s hand, offering her support. ¡°We will stand by your side, Anastasia. Together, we can ensure the safety of our fellow vampires.¡±


    Anastasia squeezed Delilah''s hand, gratitude filling her heart. ¡°Thank you, Delilah. I couldn''t do this without you.¡±


    With a renewed sense of purpose, Anastasia, Blake, and Delilah set their plan into motion. They worked tirelessly to inform the coven members about the missing vampires and the looming threat of someone doing experiments on them. They emphasized the importance of unity and staying within the coven''s protective boundaries.


    As word spread and fear gripped the hearts of the vampires, some struggled with the decision to stay or flee. But with Anastasia''s firm but gentle guidance, most chose to trust in the safety of the coven. They understood that together, they stood a better chance against the dangers that lurked outside.


    The coven remained intact. Their bond grew stronger, and they stood united against the common enemy. They intensified their efforts to locate the missing vampires, pooling their resources and contacts to gather information. Anastasia, Blake, and Delilah became the pillars of strength within the coven. They provided guidance and support, ensuring no one felt alone or lost in the face of adversity. And as they continued their search, they held onto hope that they would find their missing kin and bring them back to safety.


    In the darkness of the night, the coven''s resolve burned bright. Together, they vowed to protect their own, to fight for their existence, and to never let fear divide them. And with Anastasia leading the way, they set out to reclaim their lost kin and restore peace to their vampire community.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 5

    Anna sat in her favorite armchair, savoring the first sips of her morning coffee. The warm liquid flowed through her body, awakening her senses and preparing her for the day ahead. As she looked out the window, she couldn''t help but be captivated by the bustling city outside. People hurriedly made their way to work, cars whizzed by, and the sounds of the city filled the air.


    Phara approached her with her cell phone in hand. ¡°Theo, fix it,¡± she said, her voice filled with a mix of determination and concern. She leaned in and lightly kissed Anna on the cheek before placing the phone in her hand. Anna turned on the device, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed the countless missed calls. One particular missed call caught her attention, causing her brows to furrow.


    Phara noticed the distress on Anna''s face and asked, ¡°What is it?¡±


    With a heavy sigh, Anna replied, ¡°It''s my sister. She called me yesterday.¡±


    Curiosity piqued, Phara urged her to call Anastasia back. But Anna hesitated. ¡°It''s already morning. She must be resting for the day,¡± she said, her voice tinged with worry.


    Just then, Theodore emerged from the bedroom, his eyes searching for his much-needed caffeine fix. He joined the conversation, urging Anna to make the call. ¡°Just call her back, Anna,¡± he insisted.


    Taking a deep breath, Anna dialed her sister''s number. As Anastasia''s voice filled the line, Anna''s anxiety grew. ¡°Can you and your partners come to Chicago?¡± her sister asked, her voice filled with a hint of desperation.


    Anna''s heart clenched. ¡°What is wrong?¡± she pleaded, her voice trembling.


    Anastasia paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. ¡°I will tell you when you arrive. I can send a plane to come and get you,¡± she finally replied.


    Without hesitation, Anna agreed, ¡°Okay, see you when we get there.¡±


    Anastasia''s voice softened. ¡°I love you, Anna,¡± she said, her words filled with emotion.


    Tears welled up in Anna''s eyes as she whispered, ¡°I love you too, bye.¡±


    Hanging up the phone, Anna turned to face Phara and Theodore. ¡°So, we''re going to Chicago,¡± Phara stated, her voice a mix of excitement and concern.


    ¡°When do we leave?¡± Theodore asked, his eyes filled with determination.


    Anna glanced at her watch. ¡°The plane will be waiting for us at the airport in a few hours.¡±


    A smile spread across Theodore''s face. ¡°We''re flying private. That''s so awesome!¡±


    Phara nodded and said, ¡°Well, let''s get packed then.¡±


    While Phara and Theodore rushed around, frantically packing their bags, Anna took her time. She couldn''t help but wonder why Anastasia seemed so sad and worried on the phone. As she folded each piece of clothing and packed her essentials, her mind drifted to the unknown. Finally, with her bags packed, Anna was ushered out of the door by Phara and Theodore. They hailed an Uber and made their way to the airport, their anticipation growing with each passing moment.


    As the Uber driver navigated through the city, he asked, ¡°Which way?¡±


    Anna''s voice was steady as she replied, ¡°Drive around to the back.¡±


    The Uber driver obliged, and soon they arrived at the airport, being dropped off near a hangar. Anna led the way, entering a small luxury airport hangar, Phara and Theodore close behind her. A guard stationed next to the private lounge stopped them momentarily.


    ¡°Name,¡± the guard requested, his tone firm.


    Anna confidently replied, ¡°Anna N¨¢dasdy, a party of three heading to Chicago, requested by Anastasia B¨¢thory.¡±


    The guard nodded, granting them entry into their own private lounge. He gestured for them to wait, informing them that it would take approximately an hour for their plane to be ready. As they settled into the plush lounge chairs, the weight of anticipation and unanswered questions hung in the air. Anna couldn''t help but wonder what awaited them in Chicago, hoping that she would find the answers she desperately sought.


    Theodore and Phara stood side by side, their eyes wide with awe as they took in the opulence of the luxurious airplane hangar. The polished floors reflected the gleaming aircraft that were parked in precise formation, as if waiting to whisk their privileged passengers away to far-off destinations. Anna, on the other hand, was lost in her own thoughts, pondering the urgency them going to Chicago at her sister Anastasia¡¯s behest.


    As Anna tried to unravel the puzzle in her mind, Theodore''s keen senses led him to an enticing aroma wafting through the air. He turned to Anna with a mischievous grin and asked, ¡°Anna, is this for us?¡±


    Anna, her attention momentarily diverted from her thoughts, responded, ¡°Yes, help yourself.¡±


    Theodore''s eyes gleamed with delight as he made a beeline toward the direction of the tantalizing scent. He found himself standing before a lavish buffet, laden with an array of delectable dishes that beckoned him to indulge. His plate quickly filled with a colorful assortment of culinary delights, his hunger momentarily forgotten.


    Just as Theodore was about to dig into his sumptuous feast, a stewardess approached them with a professional smile. ¡°Your bags are loaded up and we are ready to leave, whenever you are,¡± she informed them.


    Theodore''s heart sank as he reluctantly put down his plate, the anticipation of a leisurely meal dashed by the need to depart. The stewardess, sensing his disappointment, kindly offered, ¡°You can finish your meal on the plane if you like.¡±


    With a sigh, Theodore bid farewell to the enticing buffet and followed Anna towards the awaiting hangar. Phara, always appreciative of beauty, marveled at the grandeur of the private airplane that stood before them. Its sleek exterior and luxurious interior whispered tales of luxury and comfort.


    Phara couldn''t help but express her awe. ¡°This is so beautiful,¡± she breathed.


    Anna, her eyes glimmering with a mix of pride and nostalgia, replied, ¡°Well, my sister always had a taste for the finer things in life.¡±


    As they embarked on the extravagant plane, Anna couldn''t help but wonder what awaited them in Chicago. She knew her sister had a knack for orchestrating elaborate plans to get her to visit, and this urgent summons only added to the mystery. Anna''s thoughts drifted to Anastasia, her sister''s enigmatic nature, and the deep sisterly bond they shared. Whatever awaited them in Chicago, Anna knew it would be a journey filled with intrigue and adventure.


    Little did they know that this trip would not only unravel secrets and mysteries but also bring them closer as a trio, forging a bond that would withstand the test of time. As the plane soared into the sky, Theodore, Phara, and Anna fastened their seatbelts, ready to embark on a journey to Chicago.


    ***


    In the dimly lit basement of the office building, rows of cells stretched out before Dr. Specker. Each one housed a vampire, their eyes filled with a predatory hunger that sent chills down his spine. Dr. Specker walked slowly, his footsteps echoing in the cold, damp space. His eyes stopped on a particular cell, where a beautiful blonde female vampire lay in a seemingly peaceful slumber.


    Observing the scene, the Nurse couldn''t help but question the doctor''s fascination with this particular vampire. ¡°Why are you so fond of this one?¡± she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.


    Dr. Specker shook his head, denying any emotional attachment. ¡°I''m not fond of her,¡± he replied, his voice distant. ¡°But she holds the key to something much greater.¡±


    He pulled out a small device from his pocket, handing it to the Nurse. ¡°I am satisfied with the selection of vampires so far, but I need ones that are at least 100 years old. This device can detect their age.¡±


    The Nurse nodded, understanding the doctor''s intentions. ¡°We will start using it tonight then,¡± she replied, holding the device tightly.


    Dr. Specker felt an urgency within him. ¡°No, use it now. Test them all. Dispose of anyone who''s not at least a century old.¡±


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    Perplexed, the Nurse questioned how to carry out such a task. Dr. Specker dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand. ¡°Just figure it out. And bring me the blonde female when she wakes up.¡±


    The Nurse hesitated, worry etched on her face. ¡°You shouldn''t spend too much time with that vampire,¡± she warned, concern evident in her voice.


    But Dr. Specker paid her no heed, his mind already drifting back to his research. He left the basement, ascending in the elevator to the floor that housed his lab. As he resumed his work, a mysterious woman silently entered the room, unnoticed by the doctor.


    The woman approached him, her footsteps soft and deliberate. She gently rubbed his tense shoulders, her voice curious yet demanding. ¡°What is taking you so long?¡± she inquired, her words laced with impatience.


    Dr. Specker turned to face her, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. ¡°All great things take time,¡± he replied confidently. He motioned towards the microscope, showing her a sample of the vampire''s blood and its incredible ability to regenerate human tissue cells.


    Intrigued, the woman leaned in, studying the sample. ¡°When do you think you''ll be ready for human testing?¡± she asked, her tone expectant.


    Dr. Specker hesitated, unsure of the timeline. ¡°I''m not too sure. We''ve only just begun our research a month ago.¡±


    The woman''s expression hardened, her voice turning stern. ¡°I will need a presentation for the investors in a week,¡± she stated firmly.


    Dr. Specker felt a surge of panic. ¡°That''s impossible,¡± he protested, his voice filled with desperation.


    Leaning in closer, the woman''s voice turned cold. ¡°Get it done, or I will find a doctor who can.¡±


    With those words, the woman swiftly exited the lab, leaving Dr. Specker alone with his thoughts. Filled with a newfound determination, he returned his focus to the microscope, doubling his efforts to meet the woman''s demanding deadline.


    In the midst of his frantic work, the Nurse entered the lab, her eyes immediately drawn to the worried expression on Dr. Specker''s face. Concerned, she inquired about the woman''s visit.


    Dr. Specker sighed, his voice tinged with urgency. ¡°We must prepare for human testing,¡± he replied. ¡°I will make a few calls, see what I can do.¡±


    The Nurse paused at the threshold of the lab, casting a concerned glance back at Dr. Specker. The usually composed doctor seemed to be a bundle of nerves, his hands trembling as he worked at his workstation, surrounded by a sea of medical equipment and the ever-present microscope. Something was clearly weighing heavily on his mind.


    Dr. Specker''s voice crackled with a sense of urgency as he spoke. "Have the men focus solely on capturing vampires who are 100 years or older. We cannot afford to waste any more time. We must double our efforts."


    The Nurse nodded, her expression serious. ¡°Yes, sir,¡± she replied, her voice filled with determination.


    But as Dr. Specker continued his work, his distress became more palpable. In his agitated state, he fumbled with a delicate specimen and watched helplessly as it slipped from his grasp, crashing to the floor and splattering its contents across the pristine tiles. It was the last of its kind, a precious sample lost.


    Frustration mingled with despair in Dr. Specker''s voice as he muttered, ¡±That was the last of that one.¡±


    Seeing his distress, the Nurse hurried over and gently guided him to a nearby chair. ¡°Take a moment to collect yourself, doctor. I will arrange to have more blood drawn from our captive. Just take deep breaths.¡±


    Dr. Specker slowly sank into the chair, his hands trembling as he clutched the sides. The Nurse''s calming presence drew the tension from his body, her voice soothing his troubled mind. It was a brief respite in the chaotic world they found themselves in. As the Nurse turned to exit the lab, her footsteps echoed down the corridor, a determined purpose in each stride. She made her way to the basement of the office building, where a group of vampires had been securely locked away. The dimly lit corridor seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as she approached the massive iron door.


    Taking a deep breath, the Nurse unlocked the door, revealing a row of cells filled with ancient vampires, their eyes glinting with a mix of resignation and defiance. They were beings of immense power and darkness, now reduced to prisoners of the very creatures they had once preyed upon.


    With steady hands, the Nurse selected one of the oldest vampires, the beautiful blonde female Vampire. They locked eyes for a brief moment, each acknowledging the weight of their respective roles in this twisted dance between captor and captive. Leading the vampire back to the sterile lab, the Nurse''s mind raced with a mix of determination and worry for Dr. Specker.


    As the lab door closed behind them, plunging them into a world of cold steel and bright lights, the Nurse caught a glimpse of anger in the vampire''s eyes. Dr. Specker stepped closer, holding a device designed to extract a sample of the vampire''s precious blood. With precision and expertise, he placed it on her arm, swiftly withdrawing the crimson liquid.


    ¡°Take her back,¡± Dr. Specker commanded, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and caution. The Nurse''s heart sank, knowing that the vampire''s fate had already been sealed. And yet, a part of her couldn''t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the creature before her, trapped in this cruel dance between science and darkness.


    ***


    Anastasia woke to the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a glow on the room. Beside her, Delilah stirred, her eyes fluttering open with a gentle smile. The sight of her wife''s face filled Anastasia''s heart with a sense of contentment and love.


    Delilah''s voice broke the silence, her excitement evident. ¡°What time do you think your sister will come?¡±


    Anastasia let out a small chuckle, knowing well Delilah''s eagerness to meet her sister Anna. "I''m not sure, dear. You know Anna doesn''t warm up to people easily.¡±


    Delilah stood up, playfully tugging on Anastasia''s arm, urging her out of bed. A mischievous smile adorned her face as she led Anastasia towards the bathroom. ¡°But everyone loves me,¡± she declared, her confidence infectious.


    As Anastasia brushed her teeth, she couldn''t help but watch Delilah''s wakeup routine with amusement. The way Delilah moved with grace and lightness, her energy filling the room, was a constant reminder of why Anastasia fell in love with her. Once dressed, Anastasia moved away from the bathroom as Delilah stepped into the shower, the sound of her cheerful singing filling the air. Anastasia leaned against the doorframe, a fond smile on her face. ¡°I''ll let you know when Anna arrives. But don''t get your hopes up about becoming fast friends,¡± she teased.


    Delilah''s voice carried from inside the shower, barely affected by the water. ¡®Oh, I''m sure we''ll get along just fine. You underestimate my charm, my love.¡±


    Anastasia laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement. As she made her way out of their apartment, she found Blake waiting for her, concern etched on his face.


    ¡°Good evening, Blake. What''s wrong now?¡± Anastasia asked, already bracing herself for potential troubles.


    Blake sighed, his gaze shifting uneasily. ¡°The members of the coven have been talking. They say Anna travels with a werewolf.¡±


    Anastasia''s brow furrowed. ¡°Why are they so interested in my sister''s companions? Shouldn''t we be more concerned about the witch she''s with? I''ve heard she possesses great power.¡±


    Blake nodded in agreement. ¡°True, but werewolves are rarely seen. It''s piqued their curiosity. Are they planning to stay in the coven?¡±


    Anastasia shrugged, her expression indifferent. ¡°That''s for them to decide. We can''t control their choices.¡±


    As they entered the elevator, Anastasia felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The lounge area on the office floor was abuzz with activity, vampires and humans mingling together. Anastasia and Blake made their way through the crowd, heading towards her office.


    ¡°Bring me Nicole,¡± Anastasia instructed Blake once they reached her sanctuary.


    Blake nodded and disappeared, returning moments later with Nicole. He left them alone, closing the door behind him. Nicole stepped closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. In a sudden, impulsive moment, she leaned in and kissed Anastasia. Shocked, Anastasia instinctively pulled away.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± Anastasia''s voice trembled with confusion.


    Nicole''s voice was filled with apology. ¡°I''m sorry, you''re just so beautiful.¡±


    Anastasia''s eyes narrowed, her voice firm. ¡°You do realize I am married, don''t you?¡±


    Nicole''s gaze dropped, her voice barely audible. ¡°Yes, but Delilah...¡±


    Anastasia''s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to make sense of Nicole''s words. ¡°What about Delilah?¡±


    But before Nicole could respond, she quickly changed the subject, holding her neck towards Anastasia. Instinctively, Anastasia questioned her motives, but soon found herself succumbing to her hunger. She fed from Nicole as she always did, the taste of blood mingling with the confusion and unease that now clouded her thoughts. As Nicole left her office, Anastasia was left alone, her mind consumed with a whirlwind of emotions. The impending arrival of her sister Anna and the revelations of the day left her feeling both anticipation and trepidation.


    Moments later, Blake enters Anastasia''s office, finding her at her desk, frantically preparing the information for her sister. Anastasia''s hands tremble as she arranges the papers, her mind filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.


    Startled by Anastasia''s accidental gesture, Blake rushes over to assist her, their eyes meeting briefly. Concern etches his face as he asks, ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    Anastasia takes a deep breath, attempting to steady her trembling hands. ¡°I... I haven''t seen my sister in 10 years,¡± she confesses, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension.


    Blake nods understandingly. ¡°Well, at least you still have family left. Not many vampires have that luxury,¡± he remarks, his voice laced with a touch of sympathy.


    Anastasia gazes into the distance, lost in her memories. ¡°For the longest time, it was just me and Anna,¡± she begins, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. ¡°I remember the day she was born, my mother was too preoccupied with her own interests, and my other siblings left as soon as they could. But Anna... she wouldn''t leave without me. At first, I took care of her, but as time went on, she took care of me too. We were each other''s strength, our bond unbreakable.¡±


    Blake''s curiosity piques. ¡°Most stories about your sister say she is not so nice,¡± he says cautiously, not wanting to offend.


    Anastasia''s expression softens, her lips curling into a bittersweet smile. ¡°Ah, yes. That reputation,¡± she sighs. ¡°It stems from her ex-husband, who happened to be a vampire. But mostly, it''s because of our mother. She despises vampires, you see.¡±


    Blake''s eyes widen in confusion. ¡°But... I thought Anna was a vampire too,¡± he utters, his voice betraying his bewilderment.


    Anastasia shakes her head, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. ¡°When my mother allowed herself to be turned into a vampire, she was already pregnant with Anna. My sister is a hybrid, not fully human or vampire. She doesn''t require a lot of blood to survive, and she can walk in the sunlight.¡±


    Blake''s mind races with newfound knowledge, his perception of Anna shifting with each passing word. ¡°I never knew that about Anna,¡± he admits, his voice filled with both surprise and curiosity.


    Anastasia lets out a soft chuckle. ¡°Well, there''s much more to Anna than meets the eye,¡± she says, her tone filled with a mix of pride and fondness. ¡°But for now, let''s focus on preparing the information for her. We have a lot to catch up on.¡±


    Together, they resume their task, arranging the papers meticulously, their thoughts filled with hope, apprehension, and the promise of a long-awaited reunion. As they work side by side, a sense of determination fills the room, fueled by their shared desire to find the missing members of Anastasia''s coven and the hope that Anna will be their guiding light in this dark and treacherous journey.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 6

    Anna, Phara, and Theodore stepped out into the city of Chicago, the stars twinkling above them. Anna''s constant checking of her cell phone caught Phara''s attention, and she couldn''t help but notice the nervous expression on Anna''s face. Concerned, Phara asked, ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    Anna sighed deeply, her eyes focused on the screen of her phone. ¡°I haven''t seen my sister in over 10 years, and when we parted ways, it wasn''t under good circumstances,¡± she confessed. The weight of their history hung heavy in the air.


    Theodore lightly nudged Anna''s shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. ¡°She''s your sister, Anna. I''m sure all of that is in the past now,¡± he said, his voice filled with hope.


    Anna mustered a weak smile. ¡°Sure, I guess,¡± she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.


    Phara, trying to distract from the tension, changed the subject. ¡°I thought you said the car was on its way?¡± she asked, looking around for any sign of their transportation.


    Anna glanced at her phone once again, her brows furrowing. ¡°I''m sure he''ll be here any minute,¡± she assured them, though doubt lingered in her voice.


    After a few more minutes of waiting, a sleek black limousine pulled up in front of them. As the driver stepped out, Anna waved her hand dismissively. ¡°We can manage to get into the car by ourselves,¡± she said, refusing his offer.


    Phara couldn''t help but chide Anna, ¡°Don''t be rude, Anna.¡±


    Anna sighed, feeling grateful for her friends but not wanting to burden them further. ¡°We appreciate the offer, but we''re good,¡± she said firmly.


    With that, Anna, Phara, and Theodore climbed into the luxurious limousine. The driver rolled down the divider window and glanced back at them as he smoothly drove through the city.


    ¡®Anastasia is very eager to see you again, Anna,¡± the driver said, breaking the silence.


    Phara''s curiosity got the best of her. ¡°Do you know him?¡± she asked Anna.


    Anna nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. ¡°Yes, his name is Ralph.¡±


    Ralph, the driver, offered them an invitation. ¡°If you''d like, you''re more than welcome to stay at the coven,¡± he suggested.


    Theodore''s eyes widened with excitement. ¡°That would be cool!¡± he exclaimed.


    Anna glanced at Phara, her eyes questioning. Phara, understanding the unspoken concern, reassured her. ¡°There is no need to go through all that trouble, Ralph. We are comfortable at the hotel,¡± she declined politely.


    Finally, after a few more minutes, the limousine came to a stop in front of a tall, black building in the heart of the city. The doorman opened the car door, and Anna, Phara, and Theodore stepped out. They followed the doorman into the building, where a group of vampires were waiting for an elevator.


    Just as they entered the elevator, a man named Blake stepped out and greeted them warmly. ¡°Hello, I''m Anastasia''s assistant. If you follow me, I will take you to her,¡± he offered, leading the way.


    The elevator doors closed, and the group ascended to a higher floor. When the doors opened, they were greeted by a bustling lounge area filled with vampires. As they made their way through the crowd, a vampire stepped in front of Theodore, blocking his path.


    Polite yet firm, Theodore addressed the vampire. ¡°Excuse me, we are here to attend a meeting with Anastasia,¡± he said, trying to dismiss the vampire''s unwelcome advances.


    Intrigued by Theodore''s werewolf nature, the vampire leaned in, smirking. ¡°You must be the werewolf I''ve heard about. I''ve always wanted to spend the night with a werewolf,¡± he murmured, reaching out to touch Theodore.


    Anna swiftly stepped in, pushing the vampire away. ¡°He''s not interested,¡± she said, her protective instincts kicking in.


    Taking hold of Theodore''s hand, Anna walked alongside Phara, determined to reach Anastasia''s office. Blake opened the office door, revealing Anastasia seated at her desk, with her wife Delilah perched on the edge. Delilah quickly stood up and rushed over to Anna, enveloping her in a tight hug. Anna, feeling overwhelmed, quickly released herself from Delilah''s embrace.


    Curiosity and a touch of suspiciousness filled Anna''s voice as she asked, ¡°Who is this woman, Anastasia?¡±


    Anastasia walked over to her sister, pointing at Delilah. ¡°This is my wife of five years,¡± she announced proudly.


    Phara, introducing themselves, said, ¡°We are Anna''s partners, Phara and Theodore.¡±


    Anastasia walked over to each of them, offering warm hugs. ¡°I know very well who you both are. Even though I haven''t seen my sister and she avoids my phone calls, I still have my ways of keeping track of her,¡± she confessed, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and resentment.


    Anna, eager to get down to business, urged Anastasia, ¡°Enough with the small talk. Why did you call us here, Anastasia?¡±


    Anastasia led Anna, Phara, and Theodore over to her desk, a dimly lit corner of the room filled with stacks of books and scrolls. The air was heavy with anticipation as she pointed to the photos of vampires from her coven, their mesmerizing eyes glimmering with ancient secrets.


    With a furrowed brow and a determined look, Anastasia declared, ¡°Someone has been taking vampires from our coven. One of the escaped vampires claims there is a doctor conducting experiments on them.¡±


    Anna, always the pragmatic one, raised an eyebrow and asked, ¡°Why didn''t you call the authorities or file a missing person report? Surely they could help.¡±


    Blake, a seasoned member of the coven, interjected with a voice filled with authority, ¡°This is a coven issue, Anna. The outside world may not understand the complexities of our existence. We must handle this internally.¡±


    Anastasia nodded in agreement, her voice filled with a mix of apprehension and determination. ¡°Exactly, Blake. We cannot risk exposing our kind to the scrutiny and danger of the human world. We must solve this mystery ourselves.¡±


    As the group huddled around the desk, Anastasia carefully laid out the names and images of the missing vampires. The room was filled with an air of tension and anticipation as they all focused on the task at hand. Anna''s eyes scanned the photos with a mixture of concern and determination, her gaze lingering on each face as if searching for any hidden clues.


    Beside her, Phara closed her eyes, allowing her powers to guide her. With a gentle touch to one of the photos, she could feel the energy of the vampire it represented. A wave of sadness washed over her as she realized that one of them had already met their demise. It was a somber reminder of the danger they all faced in their line of work.


    Meanwhile, Theodore diligently worked on the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sifted through logs and databases. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning for any relevant information that could aid their search. Each keystroke brought them closer to unraveling the mystery of the missing vampires, and he was determined to leave no stone unturned.


    ***


    In the waiting room of Dr. Specker''s office building, a group of individuals nervously occupied their chairs, their eyes darting between the two doors. An air of anticipation hung heavy in the room as they waited for something unknown. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a woman entered with an air of authority. Her presence commanded attention, and the room hushed in anticipation. The woman smiled politely and greeted the group, her voice echoing through the silence.


    ¡°Good evening, thank you all for coming,¡± she began, her voice clear and confident. The room buzzed with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.


    A man seated towards the back spoke up, his voice laced with skepticism, ¡°Are you really paying in cash?¡±


    The woman nodded, her eyes meeting his, ¡°Yes, we are. But I must warn you, there may be side effects to the tests we will conduct. Therefore, all volunteers are required to sign a waiver. In return, you will be compensated with $500 per day. Once you sign the waiver, you will not be allowed to leave or contact anyone until the tests are complete.¡±


    A woman from the front row raised her hand, her voice tinged with concern, ¡°How long will we be kept here?¡±


    The woman''s face softened slightly, her gaze thoughtful, ¡°It''s too early to determine at this time. We will assess the situation as we progress. Rest assured, your well-being is our priority.¡±


    Silence descended upon the room as the group processed the information. The woman''s words hung in the air, mingling with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. A few nurses entered, distributing waivers to everyone except the man and woman who had asked the initial questions.


    Confusion laced the woman''s voice as she spoke up, ¡°How come we didn''t get a waiver?¡±


    The woman standing before them sighed, her eyes flickering with a hint of regret, ¡°It looks like we ran out of waivers. You both are dismissed. Wait here, and someone will escort you out of the building. The rest of you, please sign the waivers and follow me.¡±This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    As the group obediently filed out of the room, leaving the woman and the man behind, time seemed to stretch. Minutes passed before two men silently entered, their intentions concealed within their actions. Within moments, syringes appeared from their coats, piercing the flesh of the man and woman, extinguishing their lives in an instant.


    The woman reentered the room, her eyes surveying the lifeless bodies with a cold detachment. Her voice resonated with an unsettling calmness, ¡°Toss them in the river. People will assume they overdosed.¡±


    More individuals entered, their purpose clear as they carried away the bodies. A nurse approached the woman, breaking the eerie silence.


    The woman''s eyes narrowed, a glimmer of frustration visible, ¡°Wait a few minutes and bring in the next group.¡±


    The nurse nodded, obediently acknowledging her command, ¡°Yes, Miss.¡±


    As the woman''s cell phone rang, she answered it and swiftly moved away from the room, seeking a secluded hallway. Her voice carried a mixture of urgency and annoyance, ¡°What do you mean she recruited outside help? You were paid a substantial amount to ensure she wouldn''t discover it! I understand that ''dumb and dumber'' kept taking Vampires from the coven, claiming it to be difficult to identify ones that were not part of the coven. You need to rectify this situation and make them leave the city. Our work is nearly complete; we cannot afford any interference from the coven now.¡±


    The woman''s voice trailed off as she continued her conversation, her words echoing through the corridor. The waiting room, once filled with hopeful volunteers, now stood as a silent witness to the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of Dr. Specker''s office building. And as the next group prepared to enter, unaware of the dangers that awaited them, the woman greets them all with a smile.


    The Nurses briskly guided the group of volunteers down the sterile hallway towards the gleaming elevator. Their footsteps echoed against the cold tiles, adding an eerie sense of anticipation to the air. Nervous whispers hummed through the group, but before anyone could voice their questions, the nurse at the front sternly interrupted.


    ¡°Do not ask the doctor any questions,¡± her voice carried authority. ¡°We will take you to your rooms, a nurse will come and get you when the doctor is ready for you. Do not talk with each other about the tests being done on you. If anyone violates the rules, you will be expelled from the program and not get paid.¡±


    The volunteers exchanged apprehensive glances, searching for answers in each other''s eyes. They had come here seeking a chance to better their lives, their circumstances. Most of them were homeless or facing desperate situations, lured by the promise of a generous payment of $500 per day in cash. It was an opportunity they couldn''t afford to pass up. As the hours ticked by, the volunteers were left alone with their thoughts in the sterile solitude of their confined spaces. The air felt heavy with tension and unanswered questions. The walls seemed to close in, mirroring the suffocating grip of their circumstances.


    A few floors up, Dr. Specker''s medical lab hummed with anticipation. The sterile white walls were lined with shelves of glassware, each vessel holding the potential for scientific breakthroughs. The air was heavy with the scent of chemicals, mingling with a faint metallic tinge. Dr. Specker, a man consumed by his research, stood at his workbench, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and curiosity.


    As if on cue, the door swung open, and a nurse entered the lab, her footsteps echoing through the otherwise silent room. She approached Dr. Specker, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.


    ¡°Dr. Specker, we have a batch of volunteers,¡± she announced, her eyes flickering with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.


    A smile danced across Dr. Specker''s face, as he turned his attention to the glass chemistry set before him, a masterpiece of intricate apparatus. With delicate precision, he adjusted a glass knob, setting the gears of his experiment into motion. As if guided by an invisible hand, he carefully applied drops of vampire blood into an open valve, watching as the crimson liquid mingled with the other chemicals.


    The room filled with a soft hiss as Dr. Specker turned on the heat, causing the mixture to bubble and swirl. The tubes of the chemistry set acted as conduits, carrying the alchemical fusion from one end to the other. Dr. Specker''s eyes gleamed with a mixture of fascination and anticipation as he observed the transformation taking place within the glassware.


    After a brief moment, he switched off the heat, allowing the concoction to cool. The room grew still, as if holding its breath in anticipation. Dr. Specker''s gaze remained fixated on the chemistry set, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he reached out and turned a knob, catching the precious elixir into a tube.


    As he held the tube up to the light, a kaleidoscope of colors danced within the liquid. A sense of accomplishment washed over Dr. Specker, mingling with a hint of trepidation. The culmination of his efforts, the result of years of research and experimentation, now rested within the confines of that small glass tube.


    ¡°We are ready,¡± Dr. Specker whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and caution. ¡°Bring in the first subject.¡±


    The nurse nodded solemnly, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. As she walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing in the silence, she couldn''t help but wonder who what volunteer should go first.


    ***


    Still in Anastasia''s office, the four of them - Anastasia, Anna, Phara, and Theodore - continued to sift through the evidence of the missing vampires. Phara, with her supernatural abilities, held each photo of the vampires, one by one, hoping to catch a glimpse of their presence. But disappointment washed over her as she found no readings indicating their survival.


    Anastasia''s eyes were fixed on Phara as she held the photo of the blonde-haired vampire. Curiosity consumed her, and she couldn''t help but ask, ¡°What do you sense about Eliza?¡±


    Phara kept her hands over the photo of Eliza, her brow furrowed in concentration. After a moment, she responded, ¡°She is alive, but I cannot sense or discern her location.¡±


    Anna, a bit surprised, interjected, ¡°I thought Eliza had left the coven.¡±


    Anastasia nodded, acknowledging Anna''s statement. ¡°Indeed, she no longer belongs to our coven. However, I still feel a sense of responsibility towards her.¡±


    Curiosity piqued, Theodore spoke up, ¡°Who exactly is Eliza?¡±


    Anna''s eyes softened as she reminisced, ¡°She used to be my favorite sister-in-law. Of all the vampires, she was the one I truly cared for.¡±


    Anastasia chimed in, offering a glimmer of hope, ¡°Give it time, Anna. I''m sure you will grow to warm up to Delilah as well.¡±


    Anna''s skepticism was evident as she replied, ¡°I highly doubt that. Have you checked if any other vampires outside our coven have gone missing?¡±


    Anastasia''s gaze drifted down to the photos of the missing vampires. After a brief pause, she replied, ¡°My responsibility lies with the members of my coven. While it may be worth investigating a citywide pattern, it is not my primary concern.¡±


    Feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, Anna couldn''t help but voice her annoyance, ¡°As always, it''s all about the coven.¡±


    Anastasia''s eyes hardened as she glared at Anna. ¡°And as always, you want to do things your way. I hired you to solve this case, but it will be done my way.¡±


    Anna, exasperated, suggested, ¡°That''s not how you hire a private investigator. Maybe you should find someone else.¡±


    Phara, sensing the tension rising, stepped between Anna and Anastasia. She reasoned, ¡°We have been working on this tirelessly. Let''s take a break and go back to our hotel to rest.¡±


    Anna, still frustrated, persisted, ¡°No, I am thinking clearly. I don''t want to be a part of this case if Anastasia is going to nitpick every step of the way.¡±


    Anastasia, her disappointment evident, uttered softly, ¡°I knew you wouldn''t help me.¡±


    Anna took a step closer, her voice filled with frustration, ¡°We have been trying to help you for hours, but it''s never enough for you.¡±


    Phara, with her calming presence, persuaded Anna not to make any rash decisions. Eventually, Anna, Theodore, and Phara left Anastasia''s coven.


    As Anastasia sat at her desk, her anger towards Anna still simmered within her. She couldn''t shake the gnawing feeling that perhaps her sister was right - they should be searching for all the missing vampires, not just the one within their coven. Lost in her thoughts, Anastasia contemplated her actions and wondered if she had been too quick to dismiss Anna''s concerns.


    Meanwhile, upstairs in the vampire abode, Delilah made her way down a hallway. Blake, dutiful as ever, accompanied Nicole towards the elevator. But as they reached the human apartment floor, Blake halted Delilah''s progress.


    ¡°Delilah, only assistants to the coven''s head vampires are allowed on this floor,¡± Blake stated firmly.


    Delilah, her jealousy towards Nicole¡¯s beauty, took a step closer, feigning innocence. ¡°I just got lost,¡± she claimed, her voice laced with a hint of malice.


    Nicole, ever observant, couldn''t help but retort, ¡°Just like the night before, when you conveniently stumbled upon Kim''s door three rooms down from mine.¡±


    The comment struck a nerve inside Delilah, and in a fit of rage, she lunged towards Nicole. Her hand closed around Nicole''s throat, pinning her against the cold, stone wall. Blake, desperate to intervene, tried to pull Delilah away, but her strength overwhelmed him. Delilah pushed him to the floor, her eyes blazing with a dangerous fire.


    ¡°You''re lucky you''re my wife''s dinner, or I would kill you right here,¡± Delilah spat out, her grip tightening on Nicole''s throat.


    Blake, now standing behind Delilah, mustered all his courage. ¡°Let her go, Delilah,¡± he commanded, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination.


    Reluctantly, Delilah released Nicole, shoving her towards Blake. She took a step back, her gaze fixed on them with a malicious grin. ¡°I hope you both have a lovely night,¡± she taunted, before disappearing into the elevator.


    As the doors closed, Blake turned to Nicole, his eyes filled with concern. ¡°I''ve never seen Delilah like that before,¡± he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.


    Nicole, still shaken from the encounter, nodded in agreement. ¡°She''s always been hostile towards us hired humans. Anastasia deserves a better wife,¡± she said, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness.


    Blake sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. ¡°Let''s keep this between us, Nicole. We don''t need to burden Anastasia with this on top of everything else,¡± he replied, his gaze fixed on the elevator doors.


    Together, Blake and Nicole stepped into the next available elevator, their minds heavy with a sense of unease. As the elevator ascended towards Anastasia''s office, Blake deftly opened the door, allowing Nicole to step inside. The door closed behind them with a soft thud, sealing them in a world of anticipation.


    Nicole stood a few feet away from Anastasia, her eyes filled with concern. ¡°What is troubling you?¡± she asked, her voice gentle yet insistent.


    Anastasia, in an attempt to hide her inner turmoil, flashed a fake smile at Nicole before rising from her seat. She moved towards Nicole, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. ¡°My sister left just moments ago,¡± Anastasia began, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. ¡°And I believe she may have been right about something.¡±


    Nicole''s brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. ¡°What is it that troubles you so deeply? Surely, admitting she was right wouldn''t be such a terrible thing?¡±


    Anastasia, her fingers tracing a delicate path along Nicole''s neck, hesitated for a moment. She knew the truth would require her to swallow her pride, to acknowledge her sister''s wisdom. But the admission seemed to hang heavy in the air, like an unspoken secret begging to be set free. ¡°To admit she was right,¡± Anastasia finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, ¡°would mean accepting my own fallibility, my mother would¡¯ve never approve of such action.¡±


    With a mixture of fear and desire swirling within her, Anastasia leaned in and pressed her lips against Nicole''s neck. Nicole, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation, allowed her fingers to graze Anastasia''s waist, desperate to maintain her balance within the tumultuous embrace. As Anastasia finished, Nicole swiftly disentangled herself, the sudden absence leaving her breathless and wanting.


    Anastasia, her touch now gentle and soothing, reached out to caress Nicole''s arm. ¡°I am feeling overwhelmed,¡± she confessed softly, her eyes searching for solace in Nicole''s gaze. ¡°My wife, Delilah, is consumed by her own obligations, leaving me adrift and in need. Would you be willing to assist me in this moment of vulnerability?¡±


    A smile tugged at the corners of Nicole''s lips, a flicker of understanding lighting up her eyes. ¡°Of course,¡± she replied, her voice laced with both compassion and desire. ¡°What do you require?¡±


    Without a word, Anastasia pulled Nicole into a searing kiss, their lips locking in a union fueled by both desperation and longing. In that moment, the weight of their individual burdens seemed to dissipate, replaced by the intoxicating energy of shared desire. And as they continued, Anastasia laid Nicole on her desk, they discovered a fleeting respite from the troubles that had plagued their minds.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 7

    Anna, Phara, and Theodore stepped into their luxurious hotel suite, their exhaustion in their weary expressions. The weight of the situation, coupled with the brewing tension between Anna and Anastasia, hung heavily in the air. Frustration surged through Anna''s veins, and she couldn''t contain her emotions any longer.


    Storming into the bathroom, Anna let out a primal scream of frustration, her voice echoing off the marble walls. She pounded her fists against the unforgiving surface, releasing her pent-up anger. In that moment of raw vulnerability, Phara and Theodore cautiously opened the door, their faces etched with concern.


    ¡°Now do you see why I don''t talk to my sister?¡± Anna''s voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. She was weary of Anastasia''s stubbornness and her incessant need to control the entire case.


    Phara offered her perspective. ¡°You''re right, Anna, but I still believe we should help her with this case. We can''t let our personal differences get in the way of doing what''s right.¡±


    Theodore added, ¡°If someone is conducting experiments on vampires, who''s to say they won''t stop there? We must remain vigilant and work together to put an end to this. But for now, let''s take a day to rest and gather our strength. Tomorrow, we can meet with Anastasia once more.¡±


    Anna sighed, her frustration temporarily subsiding. ¡°It feels pointless, Theodore. She never listens to me or sees reason. If there is someone out there kidnapping vampires in Chicago, it might be beyond our expertise. Perhaps she should involve the authorities.¡±


    But Phara interjected, her voice tinged with doubt. ¡°Would the authorities even care about missing vampires? It could risk exposing our existence to the world.¡±


    Anna knew Phara had a valid point. Reluctantly, she agreed. ¡°You''re right, Phara. I''m just exhausted, physically and emotionally. Let''s rest for the day, and then I will contact Anastasia. Maybe, just maybe, we can find some common ground.¡±


    Theodore couldn''t help but notice Anna''s restlessness. ¡°Also, Anna, you seem more irritable than usual. When was the last time you fed?¡±


    Anna brushed off his concern with a forced smile. ¡°I''ll be okay, Theodore. Don''t worry about me.¡±


    Phara and Theodore gently guided Anna out of the bathroom, their presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil. As they settled into their beds, exhaustion finally weighing heavily on their eyelids, Phara and Theodore succumbed to sleep. But for Anna, sleep remained elusive. Tossing and turning, her mind churned with worry, doubts, and the lingering tension between her and Anastasia.


    Anna unable to rest, her mind consumed with thoughts of the missing vampire. Restlessness plagued her, compelling her to rise from her slumber and seek answers. She knew that Theodore''s laptop held a wealth of information, and perhaps it could shed some light on the situation.


    With a sense of urgency, Anna hurriedly made her way to the laptop and powered it on. As the screen flickered to life, she felt a surge of determination. She navigated to a social media website exclusively for vampires, hoping to find any clues that could lead her to the truth. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly typing in keywords related to the vampire''s disappearance and the area of Chicago. As she delved deeper into her research, the threads of a mysterious story began to unravel before her eyes.


    In a forum chat, Anna stumbled upon a conversation that sent shivers down her spine. Vampires were warning each other to stay away from Chicago, their words laced with a sense of fear and caution. Curiosity piqued, Anna tried to decipher the reasons behind this enigmatic warning. As she read through the accounts of these wary vampires, a sense of foreboding settled over her. They did not explicitly state why one should avoid Chicago, but their shared trepidation was unmistakable. Anna''s heart raced as her mind raced, desperately trying to connect the dots.


    Anna had spent the entire day immersed in her research on Theodore''s laptop while Phara and Theodore took some much-needed rest. As the hours went by, a growing hunger began to gnaw at her insides, urging her to seek sustenance. Unable to ignore her primal cravings any longer, Anna slipped out of the hotel room, concealing herself beneath a dark hood, and ventured into the streets of Chicago.


    Her destination was the most renowned vampire bar in the city, a place where creatures of the night could indulge in their forbidden desires. Anna approached the entrance and revealed her name to the vigilant guard, who granted her passage into the dimly lit establishment. She couldn''t help but notice that the once bustling bar now seemed eerily empty, as if the shadows themselves had swallowed most of its patrons.


    Hesitant and filled with a sense of shame, Anna made her way towards the bartender, her voice barely above a whisper. ¡°I need a drink,¡± she pleaded.


    A warm smile spread across the bartender''s face. ¡°Anna, it is always a pleasure to see you,¡± they greeted her warmly, their gaze filled with understanding.


    Anna''s eyes darted around the nearly abandoned bar, her discomfort. The bartender sensed her unease and reassured her, ¡°Follow me, you can have your pick. It seems this place is losing its charm, and I might just return to the bustling streets of New York.¡±


    ¡°Apologies for the lack of business,¡± Anna offered, though a tinge of guilt lingered in her voice.


    Together, Anna and the bartender made their way to a hidden back room, where she caught sight of vampires feasting upon willing humans. A mix of hunger and revulsion churned in her stomach. The bartender gestured towards the feeding frenzy, allowing Anna to choose her prey.


    Without hesitation, Anna''s eyes settled on a solitary man standing in the corner. With a pointed finger, she declared, ¡°He will do.¡±


    The bartender signaled to the chosen man, who obediently approached Anna. ¡°Hello, I am Will,¡± he introduced himself with a polite smile.


    Anna produced a handful of cash, which she handed to both Will and the bartender. ¡°I don''t require much,¡± she murmured softly.


    As her fangs extended, Anna leaned in and consumed a small amount of Will''s life-giving essence. But as the taste touched her lips, a surge of guilt and urgency overwhelmed her. She hastily withdrew, fleeing the room and the bar, her senses heightened by the sight of two men approaching from outside. Without second thought, Anna effortlessly leaped over their heads, her body soaring through the air until she landed gracefully on a nearby rooftop.


    From there, she embarked on a swift and agile journey, traversing from one roof to another until she ultimately found herself back on the familiar rooftop of the hotel. Sneaking back into her room, Anna''s heart steadied, her thirst momentarily satiated. Yet, a lingering sense of unease lingered within her, for she knew that her secret craving for blood would forever haunt her as she navigated the boundary between light and darkness.


    ***


    As the Woman made her way down the dimly lit corridor, her footsteps echoed through the empty halls. As Dr. Specker, a man consumed by his tireless work, had been toiling away in his lab for hours, his dedication evident in the exhaustion etched on his face.


    The Woman''s arrival offered a momentary respite from the solitary confinement of Dr. Specker''s work. She stood behind him, observing his progress with a mixture of admiration and concern. ¡°It looks like you are progressing well,¡± she remarked, her voice filled with a glimmer of hope.


    Dr. Specker, though appreciative of the Woman''s acknowledgment, couldn''t help but express his doubts. ¡°Yes,¡± he replied wearily, ¡°but the effects don''t last that long. I hope this batch will.¡± His eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he carefully placed each tube into the injector devices, his hands moving with a precision that only comes from years of experience.


    The Woman, sensing the weight of Dr. Specker''s burden, ¡°I need five volunteers now,¡± he stated, his voice filled with urgency.


    But the Woman''s response dashed his hopes. ¡°The staff went home for the night,¡± she confessed, ¡°besides the vampire catchers. They are out getting you more vampires.¡±


    Dr. Specker pondered the situation, realizing the need for a more strategic approach. ¡°We need to be more selective in the vampires we capture,¡± he mused, his mind racing with possibilities. ¡°The older the better,¡± he concluded, a glimmer of determination in his eyes.


    ¡°What do you want me to do?¡± she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and eagerness.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Dr. Specker knew there was no time for rest, no room for hesitation. ¡°Call all the staff back now,¡± he commanded, his voice firm and resolute. ¡°We must run these tests tonight. As you said, we must be ready in a week. We have no time to waste.¡±


    The Woman nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She left Dr. Specker to his work, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she summoned all the staff back to the building. As the staff returned one by one, a sense of purpose filled the building. Each member understood the importance of their role, their dedication mirrored in their tired eyes and determined expressions. They gathered around Dr. Specker, ready to assist him in his mission, prepared to face the unknown and embrace the challenges that lay ahead.


    The nurse hurriedly woke up five volunteers, gently nudging them from their slumber. Confused and disoriented, they stumbled into the waiting room, one by one, their eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Dr. Specker, a renowned and enigmatic scientist, awaited them in his office, ready to conduct his groundbreaking experiment.


    Seated in a comfortable chair, each volunteer watched as Dr. Specker meticulously scanned their medical records. With furrowed brows and an air of uncertainty, the volunteers wondered what awaited them.


    ¡°This one might be able to handle the new injection,¡± Dr. Specker murmured, his voice filled with a mix of hope and caution.


    The designated volunteer remained silent, his worried expression betraying his inner turmoil. The nurse, sensing the unease, offered reassurance. ¡°One small injection, and you''re done,¡± she said softly, her words intended to alleviate the mounting anxiety.


    With a swift motion, Dr. Specker wielded a device, its purpose known only to him. The volunteer felt a prick on his arm as a tube of Dr. Specker''s mysterious concoction was injected into their bloodstream. A piercing scream escaped the volunteer''s lips, filling the room with a mix of fear and anticipation. Minutes passed, and slowly the screams subsided, leaving behind a tense silence.


    To the amazement of all present, the volunteer appeared more alert, their eyes sparkling with newfound vigor. Their responses were sharper, their intellect seemingly heightened. Dr. Specker, astounded by the immediate effects, wasted no time; he presented the volunteer with a series of tests designed to gauge their mental capabilities. With ease and precision, the volunteer solved each test, their mind operating on a level previously unattainable.


    Turning to the nurse, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, Dr. Specker declared, ¡°This one is responding well.¡± The nurse, nodding in agreement, efficiently led the volunteer away, ensuring their safety and well-being.


    In a seamless transition, another volunteer was brought into Dr. Specker''s exam room. The doctor repeated the process, injecting each volunteer with a different formula. As the injections continued, the waiting room became a stage for transformation, as each volunteer experienced their own unique metamorphosis, their potential unlocked, their intelligence unleashed. As Dr. Specker tirelessly conducted his research, his passion driving him forward.


    The Nurse carefully ushered each of the five Volunteers into their respective rooms, ensuring they were isolated and monitored. Dr. Specker, the brilliant but temperamental scientist, watched their progress on the video monitoring screen, eagerly awaiting the results of his experiment. The room was tense with anticipation.


    But just as Dr. Specker''s excitement reached its peak, the effects of the Vampire blood began to wear off on the Volunteers. Frustration welled up inside him, and in a fit of anger, he impulsively threw his cup of coffee to the floor. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the room, mirroring the shattered expectations that now lay before him.


    ¡°They Vampire blood is still young,¡± Dr. Specker muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. He had hoped for a breakthrough, for the Volunteers to exhibit the abilities he had long sought to uncover. But it seemed that his efforts had fallen short.


    Determined not to be defeated, the Woman stepped forward. ¡°I will take charge of finding older Vampires,¡± she declared. ¡°There is actually a Vampire from the 1600s in Chicago.¡±


    Dr. Specker''s eyes lit up with renewed hope. ¡°That will work,¡± he said, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and relief.


    The Woman nodded resolutely. ¡°I will personally take care of it,¡± she promised, her determination shining through.


    However, the Nurse, ever practical and cautious, voiced her concerns. ¡°A Vampire that old will be very powerful,¡± she warned. ¡°They might be too powerful to hold captive.¡±


    The Woman paused, considering the Nurse''s words. She knew the risks involved, but her determination burned even brighter. ¡°Just get the volunteers back to their rooms,¡± she instructed the Nurse, her tone firm.


    With a nod of acknowledgment, the Nurse diligently carried out the Woman''s orders. She guided the Volunteers back to their rooms, ensuring their safety and comfort within the confines of the building. As the door clicked shut behind the last Volunteer, the room fell into a heavy silence. Dr. Specker and the Woman exchanged a determined glance, united in their shared purpose.


    ***


    Anastasia awoke from her peaceful slumber to the incessant ringing of her cell phone. Groggy and disoriented, she fumbled around the bedside table, finally finding the device and answering the call.


    ¡°Yes, Anna,¡± she muttered, still half-asleep. ¡°I am kinda busy tonight.¡±


    Anna''s voice crackled through the phone, her concern evident. Anastasia''s eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit room as she listened to her sister''s words. She glanced around, scanning the room for any sign of her wife, Delilah, but the bed beside her was empty.


    ¡°I understand,¡± Anastasia replied, her voice tinged with sadness. ¡°Let''s meet up tomorrow. I promise I''ll be more open. Take care, Anna. I love you.¡±


    She ended the call with a sigh, Anastasia''s heart pounded in her chest as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and hurriedly got up, the urgency of the situation propelling her forward.


    ¡°Delilah!¡± she called out, her voice echoing through the stillness of the apartment. But there was no response, only the sound of her own frantic footsteps as she raced from room to room, desperately searching for any sign of her beloved wife.


    She combed through every corner of their apartment, her eyes scanning for any clue, any indication of Delilah''s presence. But the rooms remained empty, as if Delilah had vanished into thin air. Anastasia''s breath grew shallow as panic threatened to consume her. The walls closed in on her, and she stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch in a flood of tears.


    Anastasia wiped the tears from her eyes, the remnants of a sleepless night still clinging to her exhausted face. With a heavy sigh, she rose from the comfort of her couch and made her way back into her dimly lit bedroom. The evening moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the disheveled room.


    Quickly getting dressed in a simple black ensemble, Anastasia took a deep breath and steeled herself for what lay ahead. She knew she couldn''t waste any more time wallowing in her own despair. Delilah, her dear wife was missing, and the desperation and worry gnawed at Anastasia''s heart.


    Exiting her apartment, Anastasia walked with a purpose down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the empty silence. She approached Blake''s door, knowing that he was rarely awake at this hour. But this was not a time for normal routines or sleeping in. She knocked urgently, her voice filled with concern.


    ¡°Blake!¡±


    The door creaked open, revealing a disheveled Blake with a bewildered look on his face. ¡°You are never up this early,¡± he remarked, his voice laced with surprise.


    Anastasia wasted no time in explaining the situation. ¡°Delilah is missing. We need to check the entire coven for her.¡±


    Blake''s eyes widened, understanding the gravity of the situation. Without a word, he followed Anastasia down the hallway, their footsteps echoing in unison. He tried to calm her down, reassuring her that the coven was on lockdown and that Delilah had to be somewhere within the building.


    Together, they methodically checked each floor, room by room, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Finally, on the last floor where the humans resided, they approached Nicole''s room. As they entered the room, Nicole looked up from her book, her eyes filled with knowledge. ¡°Delilah, as always, is in Kim''s room,¡± she stated matter-of-factly.


    Anastasia''s relief was intense as she rushed towards Kim''s door. The door swung open, and there, lying on the bed, was Delilah. Anastasia''s worries melted away as she embraced her missing wife, grateful that she was found and safe.


    Delilah stood up quickly, her voice trembling with an explanation. ¡°Anastasia, I can explain...¡±


    But Anastasia silenced her with a warm embrace, her gratitude overpowering any need for explanations. ¡°I thought someone took you,¡± she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and concern.


    Delilah gently kissed Anastasia, her eyes brimming with sincerity. ¡°I am okay,¡± she assured her, a sense of calm settling between them.


    Anastasia couldn''t help but scold gently, her relief turning into admonishment. ¡°Vampires are going missing daily. Next time, just leave a note, okay?"


    Delilah nodded, a sheepish smile gracing her lips. ¡°I promise,¡± she replied.


    Anastasia left the room, She walked out with Blake, who couldn''t help but comment on the situation. ¡°Kim is not that interesting, but I guess Nicole was right,¡± he mused, his voice tinged with amusement.


    Anastasia, still overwhelmed by the events, turned to Blake, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and reproach. ¡°You knew Delilah could''ve been here the entire time,¡± she stated, her voice tinged with a hint of accusation.


    Blake nodded solemnly, understanding her frustration. ¡°It was a possibility,¡± he admitted, his gaze fixed on the ground.


    Anastasia sighed, feeling a mix of relief and regret. ¡°We should''ve started here first, checking versus searching the entire building,¡± she murmured, her voice filled with regret.


    Blake followed her down the hallway, his voice filled with remorse. ¡°Yeah, it takes an hour or so after I wake up for my mind to work properly. I''m sorry.¡±


    As they walked past Nicole''s open room, Nicole closed the door with flirtatious smile towards Anastasia. Anastasia glanced at her, a small smile of full of lustful thoughts and desire to enter Nicole¡¯s room.


    Speaking to Blake, Anastasia made her decision. ¡°I am going to my office,¡± she declared, her voice firm with determination.


    Blake, concerned for her well-being, asked, ¡°Are you hungry?¡±


    Anastasia turned towards the elevator, her resolve unwavering. "Maybe, later," she replied, stepping into the elevator with Blake.


    As Anastasia led Blake through the lounge area, the air crackled with tension. The vampires'' dark eyes glowed with anger, their fangs bared in a collective display of frustration. Anastasia knew that her decision to lock down the coven''s building had stirred up a storm within the vampire community, but she was determined to keep her kind safe. But she couldn''t let their anger deter her from doing what she believed was right. She knew that keeping the building on lockdown was the only way to ensure their safety in these uncertain times.


    With a heavy sigh, Anastasia continued to walk through the lounge, feeling the weight of their glares upon her. She couldn''t blame them for their anger, their frustrations, but she hoped that they would understand her intentions in time. For now, she would remain resolute in her decision, knowing that sometimes, being a leader meant making difficult choices, even when they were met with resistance.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 8

    Next night, Anna found herself standing in the elegant hotel suite, gazing out at the magnificent Chicago skyline. The twinkling lights of the city spread out before her like a sea of stars, captivating her senses. As she stood there, lost in the beauty of the view, Phara and Theodore rose from the comfort of their bed, their presence bringing warmth and love to the room.


    Phara approached Anna, wrapping her arms around her from behind, and together they looked out the window, their bodies pressed close. The sight was breathtaking, but it was the connection between the three of them that made it even more special. They were a united force, bound by love and shared experiences.


    ¡°It truly is a beautiful city,¡± Phara whispered, her voice filled with awe.


    Anna sighed softly, her eyes clouded with a hint of nostalgia. ¡°I miss Boston,¡± she admitted, her voice tinged with longing.


    Meanwhile, Theodore busied himself in the small kitchen area, preparing a steaming cup of coffee for each of them. The enticing aroma filled the air, connecting with the excitement that lingered in the room. As he approached, he handed them each a cup, their hands brushing gently against one another.


    ¡°Here, my loves,¡± he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. ¡°A little taste of home to warm your souls.¡±


    They all took a sip, the rich aroma filling their senses. They leaned against the windowsill, their eyes still fixed on the breathtaking view. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, and they were left with only each other''s presence.


    Breaking the silence, Theodore spoke up, his voice tinged with excitement. ¡°So, we''re meeting your sister again,¡± he said, his words laced with anticipation.


    Anna let out a sigh, a mixture of frustration and fondness. ¡°Theo, you always know how to ruin the mood,¡± she teased, a playful glint in her eye.


    Both Phara and Theodore laughed, their laughter mingling in the air. Phara leaned in closer to Anna, their bodies still entwined. ¡°Come on, Anna,¡± she said, her voice gentle yet firm. ¡°Let''s try to be the adults this time. We''ll make it work.¡±


    Anna couldn''t help but smile, her heart swelling with love for the two people standing beside her. She took another sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth spreading through her body. ¡°Yes, wifey,¡± she replied, her voice filled with playful affection. ¡°I''ll try my best. It''s a tad frustrating when you and Theo team up against me.¡±


    Theodore chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. ¡°Oh, but you didn''t seem to mind yesterday,¡± he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.


    Anna burst into laughter, almost spilling her coffee in the process. Phara playfully swatted Theodore''s arm, her eyes sparkling with amusement. ¡°Now, who''s being juvenile?¡± Anna chimed in, a playful smile tugging at her lips.


    As Anna, Phara, and Theodore finished their coffee, their minds were filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. They knew that their visit to Anastasia''s coven would not be an easy one. The car ride was filled with nervous energy as they made their way to the coven''s headquarters.


    Upon entering the building, they were immediately greeted by Blake. He guided them to Anastasia''s office, but before they could enter, Blake paused and spoke with a grave tone, ¡°We must wait until she finishes feeding.¡± His words hung in the air, creating an eerie silence that made the trio even more anxious.


    A few minutes passed, and finally, Nicole emerged from the office, adjusting her dress with a graceful movement. Anna shook her head at Blake, silently urging him to let them in. With a nod, Anna stepped into her sister''s office, her heart pounding in her chest.


    Anastasia approached Anna, Phara, and Theodore with a warm smile. ¡°Anna, I''m glad you chose to come back,¡± she said, her voice tinged with relief.


    Anna smiled back, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside her. ¡°My better halves talked me into it,¡± Anna replied, her voice filled with affection. ¡°Plus, I would hate if anything happened to Eliza.¡±


    Delilah, Anastasia''s wife, walked into the office and approached them. She moved closer to Phara, attempting to kiss her hand in greeting. Anna, protective as always, gently pulled Phara''s hand away from Delilah, her eyes narrowing slightly. ¡°We are charmed to see you, Delilah,¡± she said, her tone polite yet guarded. Anna''s gaze shifted to her sister, Anastasia. ¡°Let''s get started,¡± she said, her voice laced with determination.


    Theodore stepped forward, his laptop in hand, ready to present the information they had gathered. Anna, Phara, and Theodore had spent countless hours researching the dark web, uncovering what vampires were saying about the disappearances in Chicago. Theodore began to show the gathered information to Anastasia and Delilah.


    Delilah glanced at the information, a dismissive smile playing on her lips. ¡°Well, it''s just scared vampires or competing covens looking for new members. This means nothing,¡± she said casually, her voice tinged with skepticism.


    Anna''s eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. ¡°It may seem insignificant to you, but it''s better than the nothing you have,¡± she shot back, her voice filled with conviction. Phara interjected, her voice calm and soothing, ¡°Anna, it''s okay.¡±


    Phara stepped forward, showing Anastasia and Delilah more evidence on Theodore''s laptop. Delilah still didn''t agree, her skepticism evident in her eyes. Anastasia, torn between her loyalty to her sister and her love for her wife, felt a pang of discomfort. She didn''t like seeing Anna being rude to Delilah, but she also knew that Anna''s determination had often led them to uncover important truths.


    Anna stood back, her eyes scanning the room, her gaze resting on Phara and Theodore. She could sense the tension building as her sister, Anastasia, remained silent, allowing Delilah to criticize the team''s efforts in finding information on the missing vampires.


    ¡°You did nothing but a couple of searches on the dark web,¡± Delilah''s voice dripped with disdain. ¡°Do you even know their location? Or what is being done to them? No, you don''t.¡±


    Anna''s eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger shining through. ¡°We are done here,¡± she snapped.


    Phara stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. ¡°Anna, we came here to help your sister. We can''t let frustration get the best of us.¡±


    Anna''s shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily. ¡°I know, Phara. I tried my best.¡±


    Delilah''s voice cut through the air, filled with impatience. ¡°Not good enough. We need results, not excuses.¡±


    Theodore, usually the calmest of the group, spoke up. ¡°All the information we gathered so far is just the tip of the iceberg. We came here to work with Anastasia, not you, Delilah.¡±


    Anastasia, who had been observing the exchange in silence, finally spoke up. ¡°Enough,¡± she said firmly, her eyes locking with Anna''s. ¡°We need to work together.¡±


    Anna looked away, her voice trembling with emotion. ¡°I''m sorry, but I can''t do this case anymore,¡± she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. ¡°I am catching the next flight back to Boston. I wish you all the best of luck in finding Eliza and the others.¡±


    Without waiting for a response, Anna turned and rushed out of the office. Phara and Theodore quickly gathered their belongings, shared a glance of concern, and followed Anna, meeting her outside of the coven.


    ***


    Dr. Specker stormed down the cold, sterile halls of the research facility, his face contorted with anger and frustration. He was accompanied by the Woman, and a team of nurses scurrying anxiously behind. The weight of their project hung heavily on their shoulders, and the pressure was starting to break them.


    ¡°Claim that you could get me that order, vampire,¡± Dr. Specker spat out, his voice filled with venom.


    The Woman, her eyes filled with determination, replied, ¡°I am trying my best, but most vampires are not allowed to leave their covens, and many have fled the city.¡±


    Entering his lab, Dr. Specker couldn''t contain his frustration any longer. He began tossing and smashing items around the room, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. ¡°All of this stuff is useless without more samples!¡± he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. He turned his accusing finger towards the Woman. ¡°I told you we need more time, but no, you want to rush.¡±


    The Woman, her voice calm but firm, explained, ¡°We can only use a limited amount of funds from the company without arousing suspicion. That''s why I secured investors for our little project. But if we don''t have a presentation that will impress them, we will lose all of our progress.¡±


    Dr. Specker''s eyes narrowed, his mind racing for a solution. ¡°We need more vampire''s blood,¡± he muttered, almost to himself.


    The Woman, her gaze unwavering, replied, ¡°I will do what I can. Why don''t you get more blood from the blonde one in the basement for now?¡±A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Dr. Specker paused, his frustration momentarily subsiding. ¡°She needs to feed again before I can get more from her,¡± he explained.


    The Woman nodded knowingly. ¡°I will take care of that,¡± she said, her voice steady.


    Leaving the lab, the Woman sought out a nurse to assist her. Spotting one nearby, she approached and said, ¡°Follow me.¡±


    The nurse, a young woman with a curious expression, obeyed without question. They entered the elevator, the doors closing behind them, descending into the depths of the facility. The air grew colder as they reached the lower levels, filled with a sense of secrecy and anticipation.


    As the elevator doors opened, revealing the hidden realm beneath the research facility, the nurse''s eyes widened in awe and apprehension. She followed the Woman through dimly lit corridors, their footsteps echoing in the silence. The sound of distant murmurs and the occasional flicker of candlelight added to the eerie atmosphere.


    Finally, they arrived at a heavy, metal door. The Woman took out a set of keys, unlocking it with practiced ease. They stepped into a small, dimly lit room, where a single figure sat in a corner, her blonde hair cascading around her pale face.


    The nurse gasped as she realized the truth. ¡°She''s a vampire?¡± she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and fascination.


    The Woman nodded solemnly. ¡°Yes. And it is her blood that holds the key to our research.¡±


    As the nurse''s eyes met those of the vampire, a mixture of curiosity and fear danced in her mind. Little did she know her involvement in this project would be far more complex and dangerous than she could have ever imagined.


    As the Woman swung open the heavy iron door to the blonde vampire''s cell, she wasted no time in shoving the young nurse inside. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, panic etched across her face. "Please, let me out!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.


    The Blonde Vampire, tall and pale, glided closer to the nurse, a hunger in her eyes that sent shivers down the young woman''s spine. Turning to the Woman, the vampire spoke, her voice silky and seductive. ¡°I haven''t fed in days,¡± she purred, her fangs glistening in the low light. ¡°I might take every last drop from her.¡±


    A mixture of anticipation and fear flickered in the Woman''s eyes as she smiled at the vampire. ¡°Go ahead,¡± she said, her voice laced with a cold detachment. ¡°We have more where she comes from.¡±


    The nurse''s eyes widened in terror as she realized the cruel fate that awaited her. She desperately tried to unlock the door, her hands shaking uncontrollably. But her efforts were in vain, as the door was firmly shut. The Blonde Vampire, her hunger now insatiable, closed the distance between her and the nurse in one swift movement. The young woman could feel the vampire''s icy breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.


    With a sudden surge of ferocity, the vampire sank her fangs into the nurse''s tender flesh. The young woman gasped in pain, but the vampire''s grip on her was unrelenting. As she felt her life force being drained, the nurse fought against the overwhelming urge to surrender to the darkness.


    Meanwhile, the Woman watched the scene unfold with a twisted satisfaction. Her eyes glinted with a perverse delight, relishing in the power she held over life and death. To her, the nurse was nothing more than a disposable pawn in this macabre game. Minutes passed, and the nurse''s struggles grew weaker until they eventually ceased altogether. The vampire withdrew her fangs, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She wiped the crimson liquid from her mouth, licking it off her fingers with an eerie grace.


    The Woman''s smile widened as she observed the lifeless body of the nurse. To her, this was just another sacrifice in a never-ending cycle of darkness. She reveled in the power she held, feeding the vampire''s insatiable hunger without a shred of remorse.


    The Woman leaned against the cold, steel bars of the cell. Her gaze pierced through the darkness, meeting the piercing blue eyes of the blonde vampire. There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in her voice as she spoke, her words laced with a sinister undertone.


    ¡°Now, rest,¡± she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. ¡°I will return later for a sample of your blood.¡± The vampire, trapped within the confinements of the cell, could only glare back, her fangs glistening in the dimly lit room.


    As the silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant humming of the elevator, the vampire pointed towards the lifeless body of the nurse. It lay crumpled on the cold floor, the last traces of life draining away from its once vibrant form. The woman''s lips curled into a cruel smile as she followed the vampire''s gesture.


    ¡°When will you remove the body?¡± the vampire inquired, her voice filled with a chilling mix of curiosity and detachment. The Woman''s gaze shifted towards the lifeless body, her expression momentarily contemplating the question.


    A flicker of satisfaction flashed across her face as she responded, ¡°I will have the boys remove it when they come back later.¡± There was an air of eerie nonchalance in her words, as if the disposal of a life meant nothing more than a mere inconvenience to be dealt with later.


    With a final glance at the vampire, The Woman turned on her heels and made her way towards the elevator. The dim lights of the corridor illuminated her path, casting a haunting glow upon her figure. As the elevator doors closed behind her, she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.


    ***


    Anastasia sat in her office, the remnants of a heated argument still lingering in the air around her. Her sister Anna and her partners Phara and Theodore had stormed out moments ago, leaving Anastasia alone with her thoughts and Delilah. With anger pulsing through her veins, Anastasia began to organize the chaos that littered her desk. But amidst the mess, her eyes were drawn to a single photograph of Eliza ¨C her former lover, her past.


    Lost in the depths of her memories, Anastasia traced her fingers along Eliza''s golden locks and felt the warmth of their passionate kisses. But her reverie was abruptly shattered as Delilah, consumed by jealousy, snatched the photo and tore it into shreds. Delilah''s words cut through the air like a sharp blade, questioning Eliza''s relevance and urging Anastasia to prioritize the coven.


    Anastasia felt her frustration rise, her voice laden with exasperation as she retorted, ¡°You don''t understand, Delilah. You haven''t even lived a century yet.¡± She sighed, realizing that explaining her emotions to a younger vampire would not be an easy task.


    But Delilah persisted, demanding an explanation. And so, Anastasia tried to convey the weight of her past she still carried within her. ¡°You are right, my love. I need to focus on the coven,¡± she began, her voice tinged with resignation. ¡°If we lose any more members, we may have to close the coven forever. But you made Anna, and her partners leave. Now, I must continue on my own.¡±


    Delilah, unwilling to relent, positioned herself in front of Anastasia, perched on her desk. She defended herself, claiming that Anna harbored animosity towards her even before they met, and that Eliza was merely a tool to inflict pain.


    Anastasia''s frustration grew, her desire to focus on her work hindered by Delilah''s presence. She pleaded, ¡°Delilah, you don''t understand the bond between Anna and Eliza. They were like sisters, and Eliza and I were married for over two centuries in Europe. She wanted to explore, while my sister and I sought to escape from our haunting past. I love you, Delilah, but my memories cannot simply be erased.¡±


    Delilah, now softened by Anastasia''s words, inquired about Eliza''s presence in Chicago. Anastasia, feeling the weight of uncertainty, admitted, ¡°I don''t know. When she is found, you can ask her. But for now, let me focus on finding the members of my coven.¡±


    Anastasia sat at her desk, her focus solely on the task at hand. She had a solve the case by herself, and she couldn''t afford any distractions. Unfortunately, Delilah, seemed to have a different agenda. Delilah, ever playful and affectionate, couldn''t resist showering Anastasia''s neck with light kisses.


    Anastasia tried to remain patient, but her annoyance was growing. She needed to concentrate, to delve into the depths of her work without any interruptions. She finally mustered the courage to speak up, ¡°Delilah! Please let me work.¡±


    Delilah, with a mischievous smile, responded, ¡°You look like you need a break, my love.¡±


    Anastasia felt a tug at her dress as Delilah tried to entice her away from her desk. Frustration boiled within her, and she yelled out for Blake, to intervene.


    However, Delilah, consumed by her own vexation, pushed Anastasia out of anger. The sudden burst of force startled Anastasia, her frustration turning into a mixture of surprise and anger. ¡°What are you doing?¡± she exclaimed.


    Feeling a sense of defeat, Anastasia decided to remove herself from the situation. As she walked away from her desk, Blake entered the office.


    Anastasia turned to Blake and implored, ¡°Blake, please remove Delilah so I can focus.¡±


    Delilah, seething with rage, retaliated by sweeping her hand across Anastasia''s desk, sending papers flying in all directions. ¡°How dare you?¡± she spat.


    Anastasia, holding back her own anger, took a step closer to Delilah, her gaze piercing through her troubled wife. ¡°You are lucky,¡± she began, her voice low and controlled, ¡°I don''t hurt the ones I love. Get out, now!¡±


    Blake, understanding the gravity of the situation, stepped forward to escort Delilah out of the office. But even as she left, Delilah couldn''t resist one final act of defiance, hurling various items at Anastasia with each step she took. The door eventually closed, leaving Anastasia alone in her disheveled workspace. Anastasia took a moment to compose herself, her frustration melting away as she surveyed the mess that surrounded her. Slowly, she began to pick up the scattered papers and items, a quiet determination settling within her.


    She knew that she couldn''t let this incident derail her focus. With each item returned to its rightful place, Anastasia reaffirmed her commitment to her work. Anastasia sat back down at her desk, ready to tackle her tasks once again, and hoping that she and Delilah could find a way to balance their affection with her need for concentration.


    Anastasia sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of a torn photograph. With delicate precision, she began the painstaking task of taping the pieces back together. Each small fragment held a precious memory, a glimpse into a time long gone. But it was not just the photograph that stirred emotions within her; it was the subject of the photo herself.


    Eliza, her once beloved, appeared in various pictures scattered across Anastasia''s desk. Each image captured a different moment in time, a different place in the world. From the beaches of Tahiti to the ancient ruins of Rome, Eliza had traversed the globe. Anastasia had always admired her adventurous spirit, her insatiable thirst for new experiences.


    But now, as Anastasia meticulously pieced together the torn photograph, her focus shifted. It wasn''t just about reliving the memories anymore; it was about finding her vampire coven. Eliza''s disappearance had left a void in her heart, and she knew that whoever had taken her beloved had also taken her coven members. A sharp pang of pain shot through her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. It had been over a century since she had last seen Eliza, since their love had been torn apart by dark forces. Yet, Anastasia''s love for her had never wavered, the mere mention of her name was enough to transport her back to a time when their love burned brightly, when they were unstoppable.


    But life had a way of moving forward, even when the heart remained tethered to the past. Anastasia had found a new love, amidst the chaos of her broken heart. Delilah had entered her life with gentle grace, bringing a sense of peace and stability. Together, they had forged a love that blossomed like a rare flower in the darkness, but Delilah¡¯s newly founded jealous actions caused pain to Anastasia¡¯s heart.


    As the last piece of the photograph fell into place, Anastasia gazed at the image before her. Eliza''s smile, frozen in time, reminded her of the happiness they had once shared. But it also fueled her determination to find her coven, to bring them back from whatever darkness had engulfed them. But as she rose from her desk, a single tear slipped down Anastasia''s cheek. Love, she realized, was a complex tapestry of emotions. It could bind one''s heart to the past, even as it pushed them forward into the unknown, and though she had moved on, though she had found comfort in Delilah''s arms, the love she held for Eliza would forever remain etched in her immortal soul.

 Vanishing Vangs: Chapter 9

    The dark sky was ablaze with shimmering stars and a radiant full moon, casting an ethereal glow on the trio of Anna, Phara, and Theodore as they stood outside the coven¡¯s building, waiting for their ride back to the hotel. Tension hung in the air, emanating from Anna, who was still seething with anger over her refusal to aid her sister Anastasia with the pressing issues plaguing her coven.


    Sensing Anna''s state of distress, Phara gently spoke up, ¡°Anna, please, just try to calm down. We''re here for you.¡±


    Anna''s frustration erupted like a volcano, her anger seething within her. She stomped over to a nearby light pole and unleashed a powerful kick, causing it to crash onto the sidewalk. Her voice strained with determination, she declared, ¡°I can''t be near this coven any longer. I need to get away.¡±


    Theodore interjected, ¡°But Anna, think about it. This case could open doors for us, bring in more work. We can use this opportunity to expand our network and establish ourselves as serious private investigators.¡±


    Anna''s eyes pierced through Theodore, her resolve unwavering. ¡°Maybe you two are content with the chaos and politics of the vampire realm but cannot continue with this case. I''m going back to Boston.¡±


    With those words, Anna turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Theodore and Phara standing there, unsure of what to do or say. Phara sighed and glanced at Theodore, her eyes silently pleading for him to give Anna some space.


    As they stood there, a car pulled up in front of them, catching Theodore''s attention. He noticed a van stealthily tailing Anna from a distance. His instincts kicked in, and he urgently alerted Phara. Without hesitation, they quickly stepped away from the car and began sprinting down the street, their hearts pounding in their chests. In a split-second decision, Theodore''s body underwent a supernatural transformation, his human form replaced by that of a powerful, ferocious werewolf. Phara, with unwavering trust, leaped onto Theodore''s back, clinging tightly as he surged forward with incredible speed.


    They raced through the empty streets, the wind whistling past them, as they closed in on Anna. Phara''s heart raced with a mix of worry and determination, pushing her to hold on tighter as Theodore''s powerful strides brought them closer to their destination.


    As Anna goes about walking down the street, she suddenly notices two men emerging from a van nearby. With a sense of unease, she instinctively tries to distance herself from them. However, before she can react, one of the men swiftly aims a dart gun at her and pulls the trigger. As Anna''s vision blurred and darkness closed in, she fought to stay conscious. The pain from the dart seared through her body, weakening her with every passing moment.


    But just as her strength waned, Theodore lunged at one of the men, sinking his teeth into his throat. The man''s eyes widened in terror as Theodore''s jaws tightened, cutting off his air supply. With one swift motion, Theodore released his grip, letting the lifeless body drop to the ground.


    Meanwhile, Phara, always resourceful and quick-witted, leapt off Theodore''s back and approached the other man. She pressed her hand against his forehead. Instantly, the man convulsed, his body contorting in agony. He let out a bone-chilling scream before crumpling to the ground, life extinguished.


    Theodore, now back in his human form, approached Anna. Gently, he lifted her unconscious body, cradling her in his arms. Phara, with her keen senses, noticed movement in the van parked nearby. She hurriedly opened the back doors, revealing two unconscious vampires. The situation was more dire than they had initially thought. But there was no time to waste. Phara''s sharp eyes caught sight of two other vans rapidly approaching. Their pursuers were relentless with their determination. Phara''s heart raced as she realized they were in grave danger.


    ¡°Come on!¡± she urgently called out to Theodore.


    Without hesitation, Phara took the driver''s seat of the van, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a mixture of determination and fear. Theodore carefully settled Anna in the middle seat before joining Phara in the passenger seat. As Phara revved the engine, the vans behind them gave chase with ruthless determination.


    Phara skillfully maneuvered through the streets, expertly navigating sharp turns and narrow alleys in an attempt to shake off their pursuers. But no matter how hard she tried, the vans kept closing in, the sound of their engines growing louder with each passing second.


    ¡°They must have a tracker on this van,¡± Theodore said, his voice filled with urgency and concern.


    Searching through his backpack, Theodore retrieved a small device that Phara had placed there earlier. With a determined expression, he began scanning the van for the tracking device. Finally locating it, he swiftly removed it and hurled it out the window, hoping it would throw their pursuers off their trail. Phara pushed the van to its limits, her eyes darting between the road ahead and the rearview mirror. The city streets passed by in a blur, the chaos of traffic providing a brief respite from their relentless pursuers. The vans struggled to keep up, their drivers no match for Phara''s speed and skill.


    Breathing a sigh of relief, Phara''s grip on the steering wheel relaxed. They had managed to lose the other vans, at least for now. The city''s labyrinth of streets had become their ally, concealing their escape and granting them a momentary reprieve.


    As the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, Theodore turned his attention to Anna, her body limp and fragile in his arms. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his eyes filled with concern and determination.


    ¡°We''ll find out who these people are, Anna,¡± he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. ¡°And we''ll make sure they stop taking vampires.¡±


    Phara gripped the steering wheel tightly as she glanced over at Anna, who was slowly awakening from the effects of the tranquilizer. Theodore, seated in the passenger seat, wrapped his arms around Anna, comforting her. Without warning, Phara''s hand shot out and landed a swift slap on the back of Anna''s head.


    ¡°Phara, what was that for?¡± Anna exclaimed, rubbing the spot where Phara had struck her.


    Phara''s eyes bore into Anna''s, filled with determination. ¡°We are a team, Anna. We''ve always been and always will be. No matter what challenges we face, we''ll work through them together.¡±


    Theodore joined in, his voice filled with worry. ¡°Anna, those men almost took you. We can''t afford for you to wander off by yourself in this city anymore. It''s too dangerous.¡±


    Anna, still feeling the lingering effects of the tranquilizer, struggled to focus her thoughts. ¡°We... we need to tell my sister about the men who tried to take me,¡± she stammered.


    Phara leaned in, her tone serious. ¡°And what good would that do, Anna?¡±


    ¡°They... they know when vampires are leaving the coven,¡± Anna explained, her voice trembling. "We need to warn Anastasia.¡±


    Theodore''s eyes widened in realization as he reached into his backpack and pulled out Anna''s broken cell phone. ¡°Anna, we have a problem,¡± he said gravely.


    Phara''s brow furrowed in concern. ¡°Can''t we just go back to the coven and tell Anastasia?¡±


    Anna shook her head. ¡°No, we can''t go back, let them think we''ve left. It''ll be better for us if they believe we left the city.¡±


    Theodore pondered for a moment. ¡°Do you think they followed us from the hotel?¡±


    Anna''s mind raced, fear gripping her heart. ¡°We need to go back to the hotel and pack up. We can''t stay there anymore.¡±


    Phara''s determination hardened. ¡°But we can''t leave your sister in danger, Anna.¡±


    Anna''s voice trembled, but determination shone in her eyes. ¡°We need to find a secluded location, somewhere safe. Only then can we regroup and figure out our next move.¡±


    Phara sighed, understanding Anna''s concerns for her sister''s safety. They braced for the long drive back to the hotel lay ahead, but Anna couldn''t shake her worry for Anastasia. Theodore, in the passenger seat, tried to devise a plan while also attempting to fix Anna''s broken phone.


    ***


    As the van sped through the city streets, the anger in the air was intense. The two men, their faces etched with frustration and grief, couldn''t shake off their failure they had just experienced. Their fellow colleagues, loyal and dedicated, had paid the ultimate price in their pursuit of a vampire.


    The driver clenched his fists around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily upon him. ¡°We need to remove their bodies off the street before someone calls the cops,¡± the man in the passenger seat declared, his voice laden with urgency.


    The driver''s response was a mix of resignation and worry. ¡°Fine, Dr. Specker will not be happy about this,¡± he muttered, his voice filled with trepidation. They both knew that the consequences of their failure would not be taken lightly by their enigmatic employer.


    Without wasting another moment, the driver veered down a street where the lifeless bodies of their fallen comrades still lay on the blood-stained sidewalk. As they stepped out of the van, a woman approached, her gaze fixed upon the gruesome scene before her. The driver, his face hardened by the events that had transpired, glanced at his companion, and uttered two words: ¡°Deal with her.¡±Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    The other man, seemingly unfazed by the sinister task at hand, approached the woman with a calm yet authoritative demeanor. Sensing her intention to call for help, he gently placed his hand on her arm and spoke in a soothing tone, ¡°Miss, there is no need to call law enforcement. We work for the city, we will handle it.¡±


    The woman, her eyes filled with suspicion, hesitated for a moment. "I think I will still call them,¡± she replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty. Deep down, she sensed that something was amiss.


    In an instant, the man swiftly snatched the cell phone from her grasp and, without a moment''s hesitation, shot her with a tranquilizer gun. As her body slumped to the ground, he effortlessly lifted her and carried her to the back of the van. The driver, his face a mask of detachment, disposed of the woman''s phone in a nearby trash can. With the last body now loaded, they climbed back into the van and drove away from the scene.


    The Driver and his coworker, their faces etched with weariness, pulled into the hidden underground garage of what appeared to be an old, abandoned office building. Little did outsiders know, it was actually the secret medical facility of Dr. Specker. As they parked and stepped out of the van, a Woman stood waiting for them, her eyes filled with anticipation.


    ¡°Did you get the vampire the doctor requires?¡± she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.


    The Driver shook his head, a mix of disappointment and caution in his eyes. ¡°No, she wasn''t alone,¡± he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the encounter.


    A furrow formed between the Woman''s brows as she inquired further, ¡°Where are the other two?¡±


    The Driver turned his gaze towards the rear of the van, pointing to the lifeless bodies that lay within. ¡°They were killed by the vampire''s partners,¡± he explained, his tone somber.


    Curiosity mingled with dread as the Woman approached the open van door. The other man joined her, his hands trembling slightly as he lifted the lifeless bodies to reveal the gruesome extent of their injuries. One man bore the unmistakable marks of a savage attack, his throat torn open, while the other oozed blood from his eyes and ears, a sight that sent shivers down their spines.


    The Woman''s eyes widened in horror as she turned to the Driver. ¡°Did vampires do this?¡± she questioned, her voice barely a whisper.


    The other man, his face pale, pointed to the horrific scene before them. ¡°That one came from a wolf, and the other...I have no idea,¡± he replied, his voice trembling.


    The Woman''s skepticism was evident as she scoffed, ¡°There are no wolves in Chicago.¡±


    The Driver interjected with conviction, ¡°I believe it was a werewolf.¡±


    A moment of stunned silence enveloped the group before the Woman burst into a disbelieving laughter. ¡°Really, a werewolf?¡± she exclaimed, unable to fathom the notion.


    But the other man, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and acceptance, countered, ¡°Well, we are currently catching vampires, so it''s not so far-fetched to consider that other supernatural beings exist.¡±


    The Woman''s laughter faded, replaced by a hardened resolve. ¡°Burn the bodies,¡± she commanded firmly, her eyes firmly fixed on the deceased. ¡°But save the woman for the vampire in the basement.¡±


    The Woman, walked away from the van. The two men, sweat trickling down their foreheads, continued to unload cargo. A sense of urgency hung in the air, a tension that seemed to vibrate with every move.


    ¡°When you are done, I got the address for the vampire''s hotel,¡± The Woman''s voice cut through the silence, her words laced with determination.


    The Driver, a rugged man with a hardened expression, replied, ¡°We are done for the night.¡±


    But The Woman was not one to be dismissed so easily. She turned abruptly, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down the spine. With a swift movement, she grabbed the man by the face, her grip firm and unyielding. ¡°You are done, when I say so,¡± she asserted, her voice dripping with authority. ¡°Now unload the van. I will text you the address shortly.¡±


    The force of her actions caused the man to stumble backward, crashing onto the cold, concrete floor. As he lay there, momentarily stunned, The Woman strode away, her heels clicking against the ground, echoing throughout the desolate garage. She made her way to the elevator.


    Meanwhile, the other man, fear etched across his face, rushed to help his fallen comrade. ¡°We are in too deep to back now,¡± he muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and resignation. The Driver, his eyes filled with a steely resolve, nodded in agreement. There was no turning back now, no room for doubts or hesitation.


    Together, they resumed their task of unloading the van. The bodies, shrouded in darkness, were carefully lifted and carried towards the building''s crematory. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of their actions weighing heavily on their conscience. The silence was haunting as they approached the crematory, the flames waiting eagerly to consume their secrets.


    With a deep breath, The Driver and the man placed the bodies inside, their hearts heavy with regret and uncertainty. As the flames flickered to life, engulfing the remains, a sense of finality settled over them.


    ***


    Anastasia sat in office and Blake stood beside her, clutching a clipboard filled with a plethora of names. Anastasia''s eyes met Blake''s before they ventured out of the office, their purpose clear - to uncover the truth behind a mysterious disappearance.


    ¡°My sister always told me,¡± Anastasia began, her voice carrying a sense of conviction, ¡°that when investigating a case, one must start by questioning those closest to the victim.¡±


    Blake glanced at the clipboard, overwhelmed by the sheer number of names scrawled across its surface. ¡°This is a lot of names, Anastasia,¡± he remarked, his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.


    Anastasia nodded, her eyes fixed on the list. ¡°Yes, most of them have companions still within the building. We locked it down to ensure no one escapes our scrutiny.¡±


    Together, Anastasia and Blake ventured out of the office and into the heart of the vampire lounge. As they traversed the room, Blake pointed towards a despondent vampire engaged in a hushed conversation with two humans in a dimly lit corner.


    ¡°Look,¡± Blake whispered, his voice tinged with sympathy. ¡°That''s one of them. His wife was taken a month ago, but he thought she had abandoned him. That''s why he never said anything about it.¡±


    Anastasia approached the sad vampire, her steps steady and purposeful. She could sense the weight of his loss, the pain etched upon his face. With a gentle touch on his arm, she spoke softly, ¡°Klaus, may we speak to you for a moment?¡±


    Klaus, his eyes filled with a mix of weariness and skepticism, pushed the humans away. ¡°Yes, what do you want?¡± he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and sorrow.


    Anastasia, taking a seat beside Klaus, positioned herself in a way that conveyed both empathy and authority. ¡°Tell me, Klaus, what was the last thing Rosemary did or said to you before she disappeared?¡±


    Klaus inhaled deeply, his breath quivering with the weight of his emotions. ¡°We had a huge argument,¡± he began, his voice trembling with regret. ¡°She wanted to spend more time with me, but I was too consumed with my own self-indulgence. I stormed out and went to the bar. When I returned, she was gone. I thought she had grown tired of me and left, for I believed that was what I deserved. But now, I recently discovered that she was taken that night, after trying to follow me to the bar.¡±


    Anastasia placed a comforting hand on Klaus''s back as he succumbed to his grief, tears flowing freely down his face. Blake, ever attentive, scribbled down the details Klaus had shared, capturing the essence of his pain on the pages of his clipboard.


    Anastasia and Blake had spent countless hours interrogating loved ones and acquaintances of the missing vampires from their coven. It was a delicate task, as most people hadn''t even realized their friends and family members were gone. Vampires were known to disappear for weeks at a time, only to return as if nothing had happened. But this time was different. This time, someone from outside the coven was snatching them away, and Anastasia, as the leader, felt it was her responsibility to find them.


    As they stepped out of the last person''s house, the air hung heavy with disappointment. Blake sighed, his voice laced with regret, ¡°I''m sorry, Anastasia. We didn''t recover much information.¡±


    Anastasia nodded, her mind already racing with thoughts of what to do next. ¡°Anna always makes being a private investigator look easy,¡± she mused, her frustration evident.


    Blake tried to comfort her, ¡°Don''t worry. Give it a day or call Anna. I''m sure if we keep Delilah away, Anna''s team can help you better.¡±


    Anastasia paused, her eyes distant. ¡°Anna is probably on the plane back to Boston by now,¡± she said, her voice tinged with resignation.


    Blake shook his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. ¡°It''s only been a few hours. I''m sure she hasn''t left yet,¡± he reassured her.


    The two of them stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation bearing down on them. Anastasia''s mind was spinning with thoughts of what to do next, how to find her coven¡¯s vampires, and bring them back safely.


    Anastasia stepped closer to the elevator, her decision made. ¡°I am going to spend a few hours with my wife before going to rest,¡± she announced. ¡°Blake, be a dear and put the notes on my desk. I''ll continue the investigation tomorrow.¡±


    Blake nodded, understanding the need for a moment of respite in the midst of chaos. ¡°Of course, Anastasia. Take the time you need. We''ll continue our search tomorrow with renewed determination.¡±


    As Anastasia stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind her, she couldn''t help but feel a mix of exhaustion and determination. The lives of her vampires were at stake, and she would stop at nothing to find them. The elevator descended, and as the doors opened to the ground floor, Anastasia took a deep breath, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. She was the leader of the coven, and she would fight tooth and nail to protect her vampires, no matter what obstacles stood in her way.


    Anastasia walked into the apartment, her heart heavy with the lingering tension between her and Delilah. It had been a long and trying day, with the weight of their responsibilities pressing down on both of them. She knew she had to apologize, to find a way to bridge the divide that had formed between them. As she took a seat on the couch beside Delilah, she could feel the distance between them, both physically and emotionally. Delilah sat with her back turned, a silent barrier between them, Anastasia sighed and reached out, gently placing her hand on Delilah''s shoulder.


    ¡°Delilah,¡± she began softly, ¡°I am truly sorry for asking you to leave my office earlier. I know you were only trying to help, and I appreciate that. But I needed to focus, to gather information on the taken vampires from our coven. It''s important, love, you must understand.¡±


    Delilah turned slightly, her eyes still filled with hurt and frustration. ¡°I know you have your obligations, Anastasia,¡± she replied, her voice laced with a mix of resentment and longing. ¡°But it hurt to be pushed away like that. To feel like a distraction instead of a partner.¡±


    Anastasia swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart aching at Delilah''s words. ¡°I didn''t mean to make you feel that way, my love,¡± she said softly. ¡°You mean the world to me, and I cherish every moment we spend together. But right now, finding those vampires and ensuring their safety is of the utmost importance. I have to put our coven first.¡±


    Delilah sighed, her shoulders slumping. ¡°I know you''re right,¡± she admitted, the anger in her voice softening. ¡°I understand the responsibility, Anastasia. I just... I can''t help but worry about you. About us.¡±


    Anastasia reached out and pulled Delilah into a tight embrace, feeling the tension slowly dissipate as they held each other. ¡°I know, my love,¡± she whispered, her voice filled with love and assurance. ¡°But you have to trust me. I will do everything in my power to protect our coven. We''re in this together, Delilah, always.¡±


    Delilah clung to Anastasia, her grip tight as if she never wanted to let go. ¡°I do trust you,¡± she murmured, her voice filled with vulnerability. ¡°I just need you to remind me sometimes. To remind me that we''re a team, that we face everything together.¡±


    Anastasia smiled, the warmth of their connection reigniting within her. ¡°We are a team, Delilah,¡± she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. ¡°No matter what challenges come our way, we will face them together. I promise.¡±


    In that moment, Anastasia''s doubts melted away. She knew that she had been given a second chance, a precious opportunity to rebuild what they had lost. Without hesitation, she pulled Delilah into her arms, their bodies molding together as she pressed her lips against Delilah''s. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, forgiveness.