"Elder Amelia, we've been ambushed… I can already smell the stench of werewolves," a servant beside Amelia whispered urgently.
"Don't panic," Amelia replied calmly. "These sewer rats have attacked before. It's nothing new."
This wasn't the first time she'd been ambushed, and she wasn't the least bit worried. Every time, she had walked away victorious.
But this time, something was different.
"Amelia, do you remember me?"
A figure stood tall in the middle of the road, unmoving. Lucien didn't hide in the shadows like before—he wanted to be seen. After centuries of pain and rage, his hatred for Amelia burned hotter than ever. She had hunted him relentlessly for years.
"It's you, Lucien?" Amelia squinted, recognition flashing across her face. "It's been centuries... and now you finally have the guts to face me? Or is it just some new delusion making you think you can actually win this time?"
Despite her taunting words, her hands betrayed her calm. She quickly loaded her gun with silver bullets.
"Cut the crap!" Lucien roared, his body twisting and contorting as he transformed into a towering werewolf. "You die today!"
Gunshots rang out—Bang! Bang! Bang!—as Amelia emptied her weapon. Every single silver bullet hit its mark, piercing Lucien's flesh. But he didn't slow down. He didn't dodge.
Lucien crashed into her, slamming her to the ground. Before Amelia could react, his massive jaws clamped down on her neck. With one savage bite, he tore her throat open.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, frozen in shock. Regret and unwillingness swirled in them as her body went limp. Just like that, Amelia—once a proud, ancient vampire elder—was gone.
Yes, vampires were known for their vitality. But a fatal wound was still a fatal wound. In the end, they were still creatures that could die.
Lucien stood over her corpse, his body riddled with silver bullets. Yet, slowly, the bullets were forced out by his contracting muscles, and the wounds began to seal. In seconds, he was whole again.
The vampires nearby froze. They hadn't even reacted—Amelia was supposed to be invincible. She had always led them to victory. But now… she was dead, killed in an instant.
"Kill them all!" Lucien bellowed.
The werewolves surged forward, fueled by bloodlust and momentum. Without their leader, the vampires were scattered and directionless. In mere minutes, they were slaughtered. None were left standing.
Lucien looked down at Amelia's cold corpse. An indescribable satisfaction welled up inside him.
"You're next, Victor."
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At the Vampire Castle, Kraven had already received the grim news. Amelia was dead, and Lucien and his pack were headed their way.
"It's time," Kraven muttered. "Wake up, Victor. The truth lies in your blood."
He didn't mention Lucien's approach to Selene. Kraven wanted to keep a few cards close to his chest.
Selene, for once, didn't argue. Together, the two slipped into the elder's sleeping chamber, keeping their actions secret from the other vampires. Kraven activated the mechanism on the sarcophagus, revealing the ancient vampire within.
Victor's mummified body lay still, drained of life. Kraven moved with practiced ease, hanging several blood bags beside him. A sleeping elder couldn't feed on his own—blood had to be administered slowly through intravenous methods.
As the blood began to flow, Victor's dry, shriveled skin started to rejuvenate.
Selene hesitated. She had always respected Victor as a father. But this was her chance—her only chance—to find the truth. Once Victor fully awakened, there would be no opportunity left.
She leaned down, her sharp fangs piercing his neck. As Victor's ancient blood flowed into her, a flood of memories overwhelmed her senses.
Kraven smirked. Selene had taken the bait. He was safe now—or so he believed. Selene's strength alone was a valuable asset, and once she saw the truth, she'd be too furious to side with Victor.
He was confident. After all, he had told her the truth: her parents had died by Victor's hand. That kind of betrayal would create a rift no blood tie could mend.
But Kraven hadn't noticed the most important detail.
Victor's eyes—sunken and lifeless only moments ago—had silently opened.
Selene was consumed by the memories, and Kraven stood there, basking in his perceived victory. Neither of them saw what was coming.
A sudden shriek broke the silence.
"Ah!" Kraven screamed.
Selene snapped out of the memory trance, her eyes darting open. What she saw chilled her to the bone—Victor had risen and was now feeding on Kraven, draining him without mercy.
"Tell me, Selene," Victor said between gulps, "why am I awake? I should still be in hibernation. This wasn't your decision, was it?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He kept feeding.
Even in his weakened state, Kraven was no match. He slumped to the floor, barely conscious.
"Victor…" Selene's voice trembled. "Did you… did you kill my real parents?"
Victor stared at her, face cold and emotionless. "I gave you eternal life. I gave you strength. And now, after all this time, you care about your past? It's been centuries, Selene. What difference does it make?"
Selene froze.
The man she had served for hundreds of years—her adoptive father, her leader—was the one who had destroyed her life. She had been loyal… to a monster.
"Why?!" she screamed. "Why would you do that?"
"Why?" Victor's tone was incredulous. "You're still clinging to these human ideals. Humans and vampires are not the same. We rule. They perish. That's the natural order. And if you can't see that after all these years… then perhaps you're not fit to stand by my side."
"Traitors," he muttered. "You and Kraven both."
Kraven coughed on the floor, barely able to speak. "You never saw us as anything but tools, Victor. That's why I wanted to overthrow you. I served you faithfully for centuries, and you never showed a shred of mercy. Ha… haha… You're done, Victor. Lucien is coming, and this time, you'll burn."
Selene pulled her pistol and fired shot after shot. But Victor moved like a shadow, effortlessly dodging them all. He lunged forward, gripping her by the throat, fangs piercing her neck.
As her blood flowed, so did the knowledge within it. Victor absorbed it all—her betrayal, Kraven's scheme, Lucien's rise.
"So… all of you conspired against me," Victor sneered. "You think siding with Lucien will bring victory? You fools. You don't know what true fear is."
Just then, a thunderous crash shattered the window.
A werewolf burst through, landing with a snarl. As he touched the ground, his form shifted—muscles retracting, bones cracking—until Lucien stood in human form.
"Victor!" he roared. "I've come for your head!"
His voice trembled with fury. This was the monster that haunted his nights, the one he had vowed to destroy.
Victor turned slowly, eyes like ice.
"Lucien. Still as weak as ever. If it weren't for you… my daughter Sonja would still be alive."
As if he wasn't the one who'd ordered her execution.
Lucien's fists clenched.
Now, it was war.
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"Lucian! If it weren't for you, my daughter Sonya would still be alive!" Victor's voice was sharp, every word like a dagger stabbing into Lucian's heart.
"She was your daughter! How could you kill her with your own hands?!" Lucian roared, fury surging through him. From the moment he'd learned of Sonya's death, all he'd wanted was vengeance. He ran, not out of fear, but to wait for the right moment. Now, with Victor standing before him, he couldn't hold back the storm inside.
"Ridiculous!" Victor snapped. "Yes, Sonya was my blood, but she violated vampire law—she defiled herself by having an affair with a werewolf. With you. She disgraced me!"
"You murdered her!" Lucian shouted.
His body began to shift, bones cracking and muscles expanding as he transformed into a massive werewolf. With a guttural roar, he lunged at Victor. "Go to hell, Victor!"
But Victor was ready. From his back unfurled massive wings lined with barbed edges. "Lucian," he sneered, "you need to remember your place. You're nothing but a slave. If you want death, I'll gladly oblige."
As Lucian flew toward him, Victor's wings snapped forward with deadly precision. The barbs at their tips pierced deep into Lucian's flesh. Then, with brutal strength, Victor lifted him into the air like a ragdoll. The wings held him high, out of reach.
"After all these years," Victor taunted, staring coldly into Lucian's struggling eyes, "you're still just a weak, pitiful creature. You've gotten stronger, yes—but it means nothing. You're still beneath me."
Snarling, Lucian grabbed hold of the wings. With a roar of pain and effort, he ripped the barbs from his body, leaving two gaping wounds in his side, but breaking free.
"Selene! Kraven! Now!" Lucian barked.
Selene immediately raised her gun and opened fire. Victor didn't even flinch—he simply wrapped his wings around his head for protection. The bullets bounced off his hardened skin, doing little more than distracting him.
Kraven, drained from blood loss, staggered to his feet but couldn't contribute. His limbs trembled, and his mind was barely coherent.
Still, Selene's attack bought Lucian a moment to recover.
Victor scoffed. "You're all wasting your time. You think this struggle means anything? I haven't even fully regained my strength."
Lucian charged again, with Selene supporting him from the side. Their combined efforts led to a tense deadlock.
Meanwhile, two spectators watched from the shadows—Uzumaki Asaoka and Coulson.
"You planning to do something, Coulson?" Asaoka asked calmly. "I came for a mission. How do you want to play this?"
Coulson hesitated. "Let's wait. At the right moment, we'll step in. Best move is to save the woman and the werewolf. As for that villain? Ideally, he lives… but it's not a deal-breaker."
"You're waiting too long," Asaoka said bluntly. "They're about to die."
Without waiting for a response, Asaoka grabbed Coulson and vanished in a swirl of wind, reappearing in the heart of the battlefield.
Victor's instincts flared. He paused mid-strike, his wings still raised. He sensed something—someone—far more dangerous than anything he'd faced in centuries. For the first time in years, Victor felt fear. His hands trembled.
Silence fell across the room.
Coulson swallowed the bile rising in his throat, forced himself upright, and flashed his badge.
"FBI! Everyone freeze! Drop your weapons and get on the ground! You're all under arrest!" he shouted with forced authority.
Every vampire and werewolf in the room looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"FBI?" one vampire scoffed, then charged at him.
Boom!
The vampire flew backward, his body slamming into a wall, his head and chest shattered from a single kick by Asaoka.
"Break the law, die on the spot," Asaoka said flatly. "Who's next?"
He didn't even look at the corpse.
All eyes turned to Victor, the tension sharp and suffocating.
Victor roared and leapt into the air, wings flapping hard. The manor ceiling loomed high—but not high enough.
"Trying to escape?" Asaoka murmured. "Wind Style – Wind Cutting Technique."
A shimmering blade of air sliced upward with blinding speed. Victor's wings were severed clean off. He screamed, spiraling downward and crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.
Victor writhed, but still barked a command: "What are you waiting for? Kill that FBI bastard!"
Guns were drawn. Bullets rained.
"Coulson, stay put. Earth Style – Earth Prison!"
A dome of rock rose instantly, shielding Coulson.
Asaoka stepped forward, hands moving in fluid motion. "Water Style – Water Shot!"
A sphere of water appeared in his palm, transforming into a rapid-fire stream of high-pressure water bullets. They tore through the crowd of vampires with surgical precision, targeting only the heads. Skulls exploded. Blood and brain matter painted the floor. The massacre was quick, brutal, and utterly one-sided.
Victor barely dodged the blasts, stumbling as he watched his army fall in seconds.
Panicked, he looked up at Asaoka and gasped, "We… we don't have to fight. I can give you anything—money, power! You don't need to waste your time working for the FBI. Join us! Become an elder. Immortality, influence, anything you want—"
"Too noisy." Asaoka grabbed Victor by the throat and snapped his neck without hesitation.
Victor, feared for centuries, the tyrant who ruled the vampire clan with an iron fist, died with his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.
Lucian stood frozen, heart pounding. He stared at the boy—no, the monster—who had just ended the tyrant's reign in mere minutes. After years of pain and suffering, after countless nights haunted by Sonya's death, it was finally over.
He hadn't killed Victor with his own hands… but his vengeance had still been served.
Most of Victor's followers were wiped out. Lucian's own werewolves, who had remained hidden, survived the ordeal with minimal losses.
In the end, Lucian was the biggest winner.
Kraven had escaped, but with Victor gone and the vampire hierarchy shattered, all his dreams of power crumbled with it.
Selene's hatred was also laid to rest. With Victor dead, her thirst for revenge was finally satisfied.
The battlefield fell silent—blood, bodies, and broken legacies marking the end of a dark era.
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