2025-11-14 02:43:15Diego dangled in the night, suspended by the firm grip of a powerful arm. Wind whipped around him, tearing at his hair and clothes as the city blurred beneath them.
His senses screamed, every instinct urging him to fight, to flee, to sink his fangs into whatever would let him break free. He looked up,and met the piercing, glacial eyes of Leo. His elder brother. “Leo…” Diego breathed, surprise and disbelief knotting in his chest. Leo’s face was carved with cold resolve, the moonlight glinting off his sharp features. “You shouldn’t have thought you could hide, little brother,” he said evenly, his grip unyielding. “I’ve found you. And now… you’re coming with me.” Below, on the street, Lucian Vale snarled, his coat snapping in the wind. He stepped toward the edge of the building, rifle gleaming with silver under the moon. “Not so fast,” the hunter hissed. “You’re mine, boy! No one, no thing, escapes me!” Leo’s gaze flicked downward, expression unreadable. “too slow,” he muttered with faint disdain. “Persistent.” Before Lucian could aim, Leo vaulted effortlessly to the next rooftop, dragging Diego with him. Their shadows streaked across the skyline, blending with the darkness. Lucian raised his weapon, tracking the blur. “Damn it…” he growled, watching the red signal on his wrist tracker pulse faster, then vanish. “He’s fast. But he’ll tire. They all do.” He fired once,a silver round, but it ricocheted off the metal frame of an old billboard. The shockwave rattled through the night. Then, from the corner of his vision, movement, Leo descending upon him with feral speed. The clash was instant and brutal. Lucian rolled to the side, slicing upward with a silver-edged blade, catching Leo across the forearm. Leo hissed, his fangs flashing, then kicked the hunter backward into a ventilation unit. “You talk too much,” Leo said coldly. Lucian smirked, blood trickling from his temple. “And you bleed too easily.” Before Leo could strike again, Lucian fired a flash grenade, blinding light bursting across the rooftop. they jump from roof to roof, fought until Lucian got injured, and manage to run, his voice carried by the wind: “I’ll be back, boy! Don’t think this is the end!” The city fell silent once more. Only the sound of the wind and Leo’s steady breathing filled the air. Diego stepped back warily, eyes darting from the broken rail to his brother. “You didn’t have to fight him,” he said, voice low. Leo flexed his injured arm, the wound already closing. “when I heard someone was fallowing you from one of father's men, I had to act fast before he kills. You know what kind of person Father is, he’ll do anything to bring you back.” He's already been mocked by the higher up, saying his younger son, was afraid at the sight of blood. He looked toward the dark horizon. “Lewis and I were both sent to find you. I’ve been tracking the hunter’s trail for days, waiting to see who he was after. Luckily, I came just in time.” “Lucian Vale,” he added quietly. “The most dangerous vampire hunter alive. His family and ours… have hated each other for centuries.” Diego clenched his fists. “I don’t care about that. I don’t want to be part of the Monaghan family anymore.” Leo sighed, the faintest trace of emotion crossing his face. “Oh, Diego… still stubborn as ever.” He turned his gaze toward the small, glowing house in the distance, the one Diego had begun to call home. “Look on the other side. That family you care about, their lives are now in danger. you better put your act together and stop acting childish and come back home. You think Lucian will stop hunting once he loses your scent? You’ve dragged them into our war.” Diego’s jaw tightened. “Why are you even helping me?” “Because I understand,” Leo said quietly. “I know what it means to want freedom. I’ve been pretending to be the perfect son for too long.” to be what father wanted me to be. He looked at Diego with something almost human in his eyes. “But I’m sorry, Diego… you’re coming with me tonight.” you have no choice, think about that family. Diego looked back toward the house,its windows glowing faintly in the dark, a fragile beacon of peace. His voice cracked as he spoke. “Give me three days,” hew said. “Just three days to say goodbye. Then you can come take me back to Father.” Leo was silent for a long moment. The wind howled between them, carrying the faint sounds of the city, a car horn in the distance, a dog barking somewhere far below. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying Diego’s face, the defiance in his tone mixed with something else, pain. “Three days,” Leo repeated, his voice low. “You think Father will wait that long?” Diego didn’t answer. He just stared at the house glowing softly across the neighborhood, the place where he’d first felt something close to peace. Finally, Leo sighed, lowering his gaze. “You always had a way of making things complicated.” He turned away, stepping toward the edge of the rooftop. “Fine. Three days. But after that, Diego…” His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “If you’re not ready to come back, I’ll drag you home myself.” Before Diego could speak, Leo vanished, dissolving into the night wind, leaving nothing but the faint echo of his departure. Diego stood alone beneath the stars, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. The hunter was out there, he will come back. His father was waiting. And now his brother had given him a deadline. Three days. Three days to say goodbye to the only life that ever felt real, three days before his brother came for him again. He whispered into the quiet, almost to himself. “Three days… then everything ends.” The night answered only with silence.
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PRESSURE LINES
The first scream did not come from the mansion.It came from a district Dominic had written off years ago, too narrow, too old, too inconvenient to control properly. A place where blood moved hand to hand instead of through accounts.It was brief.Cut short.And it never reached the authorities.In the underworld, a new marker pulsed once on Lewis’s map, then dimmed.“Contain,” Lewis said without looking up.The response came immediately. Routes adjusted. Two feral packs shifted course, flowing around the disruption instead of toward it.Pressure, not collapse.He watched the city respond the way a living thing does when it realizes it’s wounded, tightening, compensating, trying to protect vital organs.“Dominic will feel that one,” a voice said nearby.Lewis didn’t answer. He already knew.At the Monaghan mansion, the music continued.That, more than anything, unsettled Diego now.It had lost its rhythm, not in tempo, but in intent. The sound pressed too hard against the walls, as i
REDIRECTED
The city felt darker.Not because the lights had gone out, streetlamps still burned, windows still glowed, but because something else had dimmed. A background hum most people never noticed had thinned, leaving behind a quiet that didn’t belong to night.It was the kind of silence that made instincts itch.----At the far end of the city, in a modest house that had no idea it sat on the edge of something vast, the Evans family felt it without knowing why.Claire hadn’t been herself all day.She startled at small sounds. Paused mid-step as if listening to someone who wasn’t there. Her laughter, once uncontrollable, once bright, had vanished into long stretches of thoughtfulness that scared her parents more than any outburst could have.Mara watched her from the kitchen doorway, heart tightening.“She keeps saying his name in her sleep,” she murmured. “Uncle Liam’s.”Thomas nodded slowly, his concern heavier now that the truth had a shape.Diego.They knew the name now. Knew that the boy
THE WEIGHT OF Silence
The music grew louder.That was the second lie.Violins surged, cellos deepened, the rhythm swelling as though sound itself could stitch authority back into the air. Servants moved with renewed urgency, hands steady but eyes too alert, smiles held just a breath too long.Dominic wanted noise.Noise meant control.Diego felt the opposite happen.The city pulled again, harder this time. Not closer. Deeper. Signals collapsed inward, not in panic, but in obedience to something else. Routes Dominic had built to loop back into themselves were no longer looping.They were being redirected.Lewis wasn’t cutting power.He was rewriting pathways.Diego opened his eyes.Across the hall, Raphael had shifted closer to Vesna without appearing to move. Aurelian no longer bothered to hide his interest; his gaze tracked the exits, the ceiling, the guards, counting, measuring.Dominic lifted his glass again.“Tonight,” he said, voice smooth and resonant, “reminds us why we gather. Why bloodlines endur
WHEN THE ROOM STARTS LISTENING
Dominic hadn't returned and that alone unsettled the room more than any alarm ever could.Minutes passed, measured, polite minutes, while the quartet continued to play and servants moved around as if nothing had shifted. But the illusion had thinned. Vampires no longer spoke in clusters. Conversations fractured into pairs, then fell into silence. Eyes tracked exits. Senses stretched outward, probing for reassurance that did not come.Diego remained where he was.Still. Visible. Watching.The city pressed harder against his awareness now, no longer a current but a pull, the smell of blood vampering all around, he could feel it. This wasn’t brute disruption. It was surgical. He understood that instinctively.Someone knew the outcome of Dominic’s power.Aurelian moved first.Not away from the tension, toward it.He drifted through the room with casual confidence, murmuring just enough to be heard.“Blood couriers rerouted.” “Enforcers not answering.” “Safehouses going dark without a tr
FAULT LINES BENEATH SILK
The music never stopped.That was the first thing Diego noticed.Even as the room subtly changed, postures tightening, voices lowering, glances lasting a fraction too long, the string quartet continued its measured rhythm. A lie dressed as elegance.Dominic stood unmoved at the centre of it all, speaking softly with an elder from the Baltic bloodline. His expression was calm, indulgent.Controlled.But Diego felt it.A tremor, not in the floor, but in the city.Not hunger. Not fear.Movement.It brushed against his senses like a cold current slipping under a locked door.Someone laughed too loudly near the west windows. Someone else stopped drinking.A servant crossed the hall, then abruptly turned back, whispering something urgent to a guard. The guard nodded once and did not return to his post.Diego’s fingers curled slowly.Something was happening outside Dominic’s design.Aurelian Kade leaned near a marble balustrade, watching the room as if it were a theatre. His earlier amusemen
THE UNDERWORLD MOVES
The underworld didn't have walls as usual, but it certainly had its rules. Lewis found himself standing in a place that was somehow nowhere and everywhere at once. And he was proud. A private network, stitched together with encrypted channels, secret blood ties, and old pacts that never touched the physical world. Screens just floated there, unframed, and voices carried without making a sound. This was where the night truly spoke to itself.Lewis already knew about the party. "You don't gather like that unless you're afraid." Around him were the fera vampires, already preparing to hunt, their faces showed men hungry for blood."The Monaghan signal went out too far," someone murmured. "Old families, new deals… It's all too neat."Lewis gave a single nod. "He wants the city to seem peaceful," he replied. "So, we'll make peace incredibly expensive." He made a subtle gesture, and the city unfurled before him, not as streets and buildings, but as a living map of flows: the routes of blo
