It was the following morning of the chaotic night. Damien was sleeping in his dorm, completely spent from the battles and loss of blood from the night before. He had purplish bruises all over his back, and the cuts on his chest were covered with bandages.
He was still sleeping peacefully when the ring of his cell phone woke him up. He reached out to answer it.
Before he could say anything, a voice came through from the other side.
“Hello, Damien.” a raspy and feminine voice said.
Damien had a bad premonition.
“Who is it?” he asked, albeit reluctantly.
“I am the vampire lord Rose. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
At this point he knew things would not be proceeding well.
‘...’ Shaitan remained quiet.
“Great, now what the hell do you want?” Damien asked in a tired voice.
“Whoa, no need for such hostilities. I would just like to have the honor of meeting you, an hour from now, at the local greenhouse.” she said innocently.
“And what makes you think I’ll be there?” Damien provoked.
“If you do not come, I suppose I’ll just have to pay a visit to those at your former orphanage…” she trailed off before abruptly ending the call.
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There was silence. Pulling himself together, Damien began to leave the dorm.
‘It is an obvious trap. My abilities decrease drastically in areas with plenty of light and where there is no darkness. She called us out in the morning, to a greenhouse on top of that.’ Shaitan said.
“I know, but I’m still going.”
‘You’ll die.’
“I will still go.”
‘We’ll die.’
“So what?”
‘Forget about them.’ Shaitan’s tone became sharp.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. I DON’T CARE IF I DIE, OR YOU DIE. I WILL GO. THE ONLY REASON I AM KILLING DEMONS FOR A MONSTER LIKE YOU IS FOR THEIR SAFETY.” Damien shouted.
‘No, human, YOU do not understand. Vampires are clever beings. Not only will you die, they will die as well. In fact, she most likely already has them under her control and plans to hold you captive to make you watch while she tortures them to death.’
Damien paled. “SO WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?” he cried in frustration.
There was a moment of silence before Shaitan spoke.
‘I have a plan.’ was all he simply said.