2025-11-14 03:37:14The morning came, and Diego sat down, his thoughts still lingering on last night’s events.
He only had three days, three days to enjoy what he had always longed for: human life, freedom, family warmth. And now it was going to be over soon. “Uncle Liam!” Claire’s cheerful voice broke his thoughts as she bounded into his room. “You’re up! Wanna help me feed the birds later?” He forced a small smile. “Sure.” She then dragged him down to the living room. Mara glanced over her shoulder. “You look tired, dear. Did you sleep at all last night?” Diego shook his head lightly. “Not really. Just… needed some air.” Thomas poured coffee, giving him a curious look. “Still adjusting, huh? Don’t worry, it takes time.” Time. He wished he had more of it. “Mummy, Uncle Liam is going to follow me feed the birds later,” Claire said. “Okay, honey, but after that, then we’ll head to the market,” Mara replied. “Okay, Mummy,” Claire said. They sat at the dining table as breakfast was already set. Diego forced a small smile. The smell of toast and warm coffee filled the room. Claire was busy buttering her bread, humming an off-key tune, while Mara and Thomas chatted about errands for the day. It was an ordinary morning, painfully ordinary, and Diego found himself clinging to it, memorizing every sound, every flicker of sunlight across the table. He wanted to remember this. The sound of family. The feeling of belonging. When breakfast ended, Claire grabbed his hand. “Come on, Uncle Liam! The birds are waiting!” Her small fingers were warm in his. He let her lead him outside to the garden behind the house. The trees shimmered under the soft morning light, and the faint chirping of birds filled the air. Claire scattered crumbs across the grass, laughing as pigeons fluttered down. Diego stood beside her, watching her face, the innocence, the joy. It stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in centuries. “Do they always come like this?” he asked softly. “Mm-hmm,” she nodded proudly. “Mommy says they remember me. I think they like me.” He smiled faintly. “I think they do too.” A sparrow landed close to his boot, tilting its head. Diego crouched, holding out his hand. For a moment, he imagined what it would be like to live like this forever, not as a creature hiding from the sun, but as someone free. “Uncle Liam,” Claire said suddenly, her voice softer now. “You look sad again.” He blinked, caught off guard. “Do I?” She nodded. “You smile, but your eyes don’t.” He looked away, the corners of his mouth twitching with a sorrowful smile. “You’re too smart for your age.” Claire grinned. “Mommy says that too!” Her laughter eased the ache in his chest, even if only for a moment. --- Later that afternoon, they went to the market. The streets were alive, vendors shouting, the scent of roasted corn in the air, children weaving through the crowd. Mara bargained with a stall owner over vegetables while Thomas carried a basket full of fruit. Diego followed quietly, his eyes tracing every detail, the way Mara’s hair caught the light, the way Thomas smiled at Claire when she showed him a trinket. “Liam!” Mara called. “Could you grab some bread from that stall?” He nodded and went, trying to ignore the faint pulse that stirred beneath his skin, the echo of what he truly was. The warmth, the noise, the crowd, it all made him feel alive and uneasy at once. As he handed the money to the vendor, his fingers brushed against the man’s hand, and he felt it. The heartbeat. The rush of blood beneath the skin. He froze. For a split second, the world went quiet. The scent of human blood, warm and near, clouded his senses. His fangs pressed faintly against his lower lip, instinct clawing at the surface. But then... “Uncle Liam!” Claire called again, waving. Her voice pulled him back. He blinked hard, forcing the hunger away, shoving the dark part of himself deep down where it belonged. He turned and smiled. “Coming.” --- That evening, after dinner, he sat on the porch with Thomas. Fireflies flickered in the garden. “You’re quiet tonight,” Thomas said, sipping his drink. “Just thinking,” Diego murmured. “About?” “Time,” he said softly. “How fast it moves when you start to notice it.” Thomas nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s the curse of being human. We never realize how precious our days are until they start running out.” Diego’s throat tightened. He looked toward the trees, the same ones Claire had fed the birds under that morning. Three days. That’s all he had. He clenched his fists beneath the table and whispered, “Yeah… I’m starting to understand that.” --- Monday morning came soft and golden, sunlight streaming through the kitchen window. The scent of toast and freshly brewed coffee drifted in the air, wrapping the home in quiet warmth. Mara moved around the kitchen with her usual morning rhythm, while Thomas sipped from his mug, scrolling through the news. Claire sat at the table, swinging her legs, her backpack already packed and ready. Diego leaned against the doorway, watching them, a picture of simple human life, one he could never truly belong to, yet one he longed for all the same. “Big day for someone,” Thomas said, glancing at Claire’s beaming face. “Yup! We’re learning about planets today!” she announced proudly. Diego chuckled softly. “Planets, huh? Sounds like fun.” As Mara placed a plate in front of Claire, Diego spoke up suddenly, his voice quiet but sure. “I can take Claire to school today, if that’s all right.” Both Mara and Thomas looked up, a bit surprised. “You?” Mara asked, blinking. “Are you sure you know the way?” Before Diego could reply, Claire jumped in, her excitement bubbling over. “Don’t worry, Mummy! I’ll show Uncle Liam! I know every turn!” Thomas smiled, setting down his mug. “Well, if you’re up for it, Liam, that would be a big help. Mara’s got errands this morning, and I’m heading to work early.” Diego nodded, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I’d like to. It’ll give me a chance to see a bit more of the town.” Mara hesitated a moment, then returned the smile. “All right. Just make sure she gets there safely.” Claire was already tugging at Diego’s hand. “Come on, Uncle Liam! We’re gonna be late!” “Hold on,” Mara laughed. “At least finish your juice first!” --- A few minutes later, they stepped outside into the cool morning breeze. The streets were alive with chatter, neighbors greeting one another, children laughing, cars humming past. Claire walked a few steps ahead, pointing out everything with unfiltered enthusiasm. “That’s the bakery Daddy likes! And over there, that’s where we get ice cream after school!” Diego smiled faintly. Every step beside her felt like stepping deeper into a life that was never meant to be his, a fragile world of sunlight and laughter that burned and soothed in equal measure. When they reached the school gate, Claire turned to him, her little hands gripping the straps of her backpack. “Uncle Liam, will you come pick me up too?” He crouched slightly, meeting her bright eyes. “If you want me to.” She nodded eagerly. “Promise?” “I promise.” The school bell rang, and Claire waved one last time before darting through the gate, disappearing into the sea of children. For a long moment, Diego stood there, watching her go. The breeze brushed past him, carrying warmth, and something faint beneath it. A whisper of danger. He turned slightly, scanning the nearby rooftops, but saw nothing. Still, his instincts stirred. Someone was watching. He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. “So it begins again,” he murmured under his breath. The pulse of blood, faint, distant, brushed against his senses once more. Three days. And the first was already slipping away.
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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
