The ride lasted three hours before the car finally pulled up in front of a building.
It was a long journey with silence as no one dared to speak only the car
occasional humming breaking the stillness. Guards opened the wide gate as they entered the vicinity, the tires crunching softly over the smooth gravel.
The place was calm and beautiful—like a castle. Tall, elegant towers loomed in the distance, framed by perfectly trimmed hedges and marble statues standing like silent sentinels along the driveway.
The air smelled faintly of roses
The car slowed to a stop in front of a massive mansion painted in deep, striking red. Its gothic architecture gave off a regal yet intimidating aura.
Two men dressed in pure black appeared immediately, stepping forward in sync with the car's final halt.
"Welcome, your highness," they greeted Ezekiel in unison, bowing slightly.
"Hmm. What is so welcoming? We brought a dog! Just take it and go kill it for all I care!" Shane said angrily. His blood was boiling with rage.
Shane was a pureblooded vampire, only four decades old—young and fiery. His elder brother, Simon, the redhead, was seven centuries older. The age difference was too large. Shane might be impulsive and brash. Simon doesn't care and if the boy messes up he don't mind beating him up like a little kid.
Simon was cunning, sneaky, and playful, but very dangerous.
"Yes," the men responded, preparing to check the boot, assuming the 'dog' Shane spoke of was inside.
"Stop!" Zeke's voice cut through the air. The men froze, not even daring to breathe.
"She's inside the passenger seat here," He informed as he stepped out of the car and moved aside.
"Yes, your highness," they exhaled. Opening the door, they leaned in and carefully lifted Luna like a sack of weightless sand. Her body was limp and fragile. She didn't even flinch. She had no strength to move and no energy to resist. Her eyes fluttered open halfway but closed again just as quickly.
'Where am I?' she thought vaguely, her mind was foggy. She could feel movement, the shift of arms beneath her, but everything else was a blur.
Shane rushed out of the car, trailing behind the men with a glint of excitement in his eyes. He looked like a child too eager to watch a punishment unfold—until he was stopped by Simon's sharp voice.
"Shane? Where the hell do you think you're going?" Simon's voice was low and sharp.
"Brother, I need to make sure she doesn't escape! This Luna of a girl is no good," Shane replied, his footsteps not slowing.
"Shane! You have to go to the academy!" Simon snapped.
"Why?" he asked, visibly frustrated, almost whining.
"Because you need to train. So as you're entering that mansion, I expect you to pack up. I'll drop you off myself," Simon informed, crossing his arms.
Shane groaned but knew the kind of brother he had. His brother's word was always final. Never minding the situation at all.
"I'll do that another time. I just want to rest?" he said, clearly frustrated. His shoulders sagged as if the weight of the entire day had drained every ounce of energy from him.
Simon clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in irritation. He wanted to scold him again. But then...
"Let him do what he wants. To train is not by force. Moreover, he's already a good fighter," Zeke spoke nonchalantly, in an uninterested tone. Leaning against the car lazily with an unreadable expression.
Simon spun around sharply, eyes narrowing. "All this is for his own good! I still don't understand why he's so stupid!" he fumed angrily.
"I'm not stupid!" Shane retorted before the last syllable of Simon's outburst had settled in the air.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone. He had already used his vampiric speed to leap into the mansion, disappearing behind the doors.
Simon don't bother going after him
"The both of you act like kids," Ezekiel confessed nonchalantly, barely glancing at Simon. He sounded more amused than annoyed, and he likes it when Shane misbehaves because it irritates Simon. Zeke is always happy when he sees Simon frustrated.
"Kids?" Simon was taken aback.
Confusion was evident in his expression.
"You're childish. You and that brother of yours," Ezekiel said and with that walk past Simon. "But I'll thank Shane later. Because of his childishness, we got Luna. So he's a smart kid now," he smirked devilishly.
Simon looked up and then he sighed. "Indeed," he replied in reluctant agreement.
*********
Luna woke up in an underground dungeon that was black and suffocating, with not a single ray of light. The air was damp and cold, making her skin crawl. Her limbs felt like dead weight, and she was too weak to even open her eyes properly. A dull ache throbbed in her head.
The silence around her was haunting as if invisible hands were strangling her around her throat. Her body bled from several wounds—sharp stings that marked every inch of her skin.
She lay there lifeless like a dry leaf battered by the wind and discarded by the world.
Her heart was numb and even the effort to understand where she was seemed too much. She wanted to scream, but not a sound left her lips.
*******
Emma returned to the mansion that night, as every step she took echoed sharply against the marble floor. Something felt off the moment she stepped in.
She searched the rooms in haste, calling out for Luna, but there was no answer. Her throat was dry due to the rapid yelling of Luna's name.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Luna's number, but the line didn't connect.
Panic began to creep her heart. With trembling fingers as she scrolled through her contacts and dialed Teresa's number.
"What?" Teresa's voice snapped from the other end. She didn't like being called late—unless it was serious. As the leader of the Alpha Mega team, she always handled crises. Emma never panicked when she called except they were on a mission.
"Boss is missing. Please—we need to do something!" Emma's voice cracked with desperation.
Teresa hung up immediately. Within minutes, they arrived at the mansion. She stormed in with force.
"Emma?" she called, her voice firm.
"Teresa, it's late, and Boss isn't back yet."
"What happened? You were with her, right? So how did she disappear?" Teresa's expression darkened as she spoke.
Emma swallowed hard and then explained everything that had happened—every detail she could remember. Teresa listened silently, jaw tightening with each word.
"Who else could it be? That Shane. That stupid vampire!" Her voice sharpened with anger. "I'm sure he's the only one who could pull shit like this."
She turned, already moving. "I'll get my team ready. For now, call the Omega Black team immediately and inform them. If Boss is with Shane, then I'm sure she's already in Ezekiel's hands"
Emma just nodded in acknowledgement
*******
Ezekiel was on top of the tower, watching as vampires moved up and down. The place below was alive with movement—shadows darting through corridors It was lively, though not like the palace. The palace was more coordinated and elegant with strict rules every vampire must follow.
But he still preferred it here to the palace.
Every time he came up, he found himself wondering—what kind of spell was protecting Luna? Why was it so impossible for her to die? No matter how many ways they tried and how many dark paths they walked she
survived in the end. If she could die right now, it would be a dream come true—not just for him, but for both the humans and supernatural beings who hated her existence.
Though humans and supernatural beings lived peacefully. But not too peacefully since the vampires feed on human blood.
So only rich noble families of humans associate fully with the vampires.
The low class humans tolerated pain and some of the rague vampires killed a lot of humans in the dark forest. Werewolves, on the other hand, didn't need blood and got along with the humans more than the vampires.
"Your Highness," someone called from behind. "I'm afraid she's still alive." and with that the person left.
Ezekiel sighed. Of course she was still alive. Luna always was. She clung to life like a curse. They just had to wait—for the prophecy, and for whoever fate had chosen to kill her. Until then, they were powerless.
The morning light had already broken through the thick clouds. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, pressing the screen with calculated impatience. Teresa picked up.
"Come pick up your garbage from the street," he said flatly, and hung up without waiting for a reply.
What was the need of keeping her here if he knew she wouldn't die? She disgusted him. Her existence was a constant thorn in his side.
With a cold breath, he stepped off the tower's edge. His coat fluttered behind him as he leapt, landing on the ground with the ease of a predator. Lilies swayed around him, their pale petals brushing the wind like they were trying to soothe the ground.
He sent a command for them to bring out Luna.
Soon after, his men emerged, dragging Luna's limp body into a waiting SUV.
They drove far, the mansion vanishing behind them, swallowed by distance and shadow. The deeper they went, the thicker the trees became.
When the road narrowed into nothing but dirt and silence, they stopped.
Without a word, they threw her into the bush like discarded, condemned food. Her body tumbled down the slope, scraping against roots and stones, and came to rest in the thick weeds.
Teresa, Emma and some meds had been searching all night. pushing through the forest until Teresa found her.
Her breath caught at the sight. 'oh boss' she panicked inwardly.
They brought her back in silence. The mansion was dim and quiet when they arrived.
"Get everything set. I need to perform the spell" she informed Emma and she just nodded.
After everything was ready Teresa performed the spell to heal the wounds on Luna's elegant skin.
She murmured every chant slowly until all the wounds faded slowly.
Emma worked quietly, wiping the blood from Luna's face.
"If I find Shane, I won't forgive him," Teresa muttered under her breath, voice trembling with anger.