Next night, Anna found herself standing in the elegant hotel suite, gazing out at the magnificent Chicago skyline. The twinkling lights of the city spread out before her like a sea of stars, captivating her senses. As she stood there, lost in the beauty of the view, Phara and Theodore rose from the comfort of their bed, their presence bringing warmth and love to the room.
Phara approached Anna, wrapping her arms around her from behind, and together they looked out the window, their bodies pressed close. The sight was breathtaking, but it was the connection between the three of them that made it even more special. They were a united force, bound by love and shared experiences.
“It truly is a beautiful city,” Phara whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Anna sighed softly, her eyes clouded with a hint of nostalgia. “I miss Boston,” she admitted, her voice tinged with longing.
Meanwhile, Theodore busied himself in the small kitchen area, preparing a steaming cup of coffee for each of them. The enticing aroma filled the air, connecting with the excitement that lingered in the room. As he approached, he handed them each a cup, their hands brushing gently against one another.
“Here, my loves,” he said, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “A little taste of home to warm your souls.”
They all took a sip, the rich aroma filling their senses. They leaned against the windowsill, their eyes still fixed on the breathtaking view. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, and they were left with only each other's presence.
Breaking the silence, Theodore spoke up, his voice tinged with excitement. “So, we're meeting your sister again,” he said, his words laced with anticipation.
Anna let out a sigh, a mixture of frustration and fondness. “Theo, you always know how to ruin the mood,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye.
Both Phara and Theodore laughed, their laughter mingling in the air. Phara leaned in closer to Anna, their bodies still entwined. “Come on, Anna,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm. “Let's try to be the adults this time. We'll make it work.”
Anna couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with love for the two people standing beside her. She took another sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth spreading through her body. “Yes, wifey,” she replied, her voice filled with playful affection. “I'll try my best. It's a tad frustrating when you and Theo team up against me.”
Theodore chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, but you didn't seem to mind yesterday,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
Anna burst into laughter, almost spilling her coffee in the process. Phara playfully swatted Theodore's arm, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Now, who's being juvenile?” Anna chimed in, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
As Anna, Phara, and Theodore finished their coffee, their minds were filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. They knew that their visit to Anastasia's coven would not be an easy one. The car ride was filled with nervous energy as they made their way to the coven's headquarters.
Upon entering the building, they were immediately greeted by Blake. He guided them to Anastasia's office, but before they could enter, Blake paused and spoke with a grave tone, “We must wait until she finishes feeding.” His words hung in the air, creating an eerie silence that made the trio even more anxious.
A few minutes passed, and finally, Nicole emerged from the office, adjusting her dress with a graceful movement. Anna shook her head at Blake, silently urging him to let them in. With a nod, Anna stepped into her sister's office, her heart pounding in her chest.
Anastasia approached Anna, Phara, and Theodore with a warm smile. “Anna, I'm glad you chose to come back,” she said, her voice tinged with relief.
Anna smiled back, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside her. “My better halves talked me into it,” Anna replied, her voice filled with affection. “Plus, I would hate if anything happened to Eliza.”
Delilah, Anastasia's wife, walked into the office and approached them. She moved closer to Phara, attempting to kiss her hand in greeting. Anna, protective as always, gently pulled Phara's hand away from Delilah, her eyes narrowing slightly. “We are charmed to see you, Delilah,” she said, her tone polite yet guarded. Anna's gaze shifted to her sister, Anastasia. “Let's get started,” she said, her voice laced with determination.
Theodore stepped forward, his laptop in hand, ready to present the information they had gathered. Anna, Phara, and Theodore had spent countless hours researching the dark web, uncovering what vampires were saying about the disappearances in Chicago. Theodore began to show the gathered information to Anastasia and Delilah.
Delilah glanced at the information, a dismissive smile playing on her lips. “Well, it's just scared vampires or competing covens looking for new members. This means nothing,” she said casually, her voice tinged with skepticism.
Anna's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. “It may seem insignificant to you, but it's better than the nothing you have,” she shot back, her voice filled with conviction. Phara interjected, her voice calm and soothing, “Anna, it's okay.”
Phara stepped forward, showing Anastasia and Delilah more evidence on Theodore's laptop. Delilah still didn't agree, her skepticism evident in her eyes. Anastasia, torn between her loyalty to her sister and her love for her wife, felt a pang of discomfort. She didn't like seeing Anna being rude to Delilah, but she also knew that Anna's determination had often led them to uncover important truths.
Anna stood back, her eyes scanning the room, her gaze resting on Phara and Theodore. She could sense the tension building as her sister, Anastasia, remained silent, allowing Delilah to criticize the team's efforts in finding information on the missing vampires.
“You did nothing but a couple of searches on the dark web,” Delilah's voice dripped with disdain. “Do you even know their location? Or what is being done to them? No, you don't.”
Anna's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger shining through. “We are done here,” she snapped.
Phara stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. “Anna, we came here to help your sister. We can't let frustration get the best of us.”
Anna's shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily. “I know, Phara. I tried my best.”
Delilah's voice cut through the air, filled with impatience. “Not good enough. We need results, not excuses.”
Theodore, usually the calmest of the group, spoke up. “All the information we gathered so far is just the tip of the iceberg. We came here to work with Anastasia, not you, Delilah.”
Anastasia, who had been observing the exchange in silence, finally spoke up. “Enough,” she said firmly, her eyes locking with Anna's. “We need to work together.”
Anna looked away, her voice trembling with emotion. “I'm sorry, but I can't do this case anymore,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am catching the next flight back to Boston. I wish you all the best of luck in finding Eliza and the others.”
Without waiting for a response, Anna turned and rushed out of the office. Phara and Theodore quickly gathered their belongings, shared a glance of concern, and followed Anna, meeting her outside of the coven.
***
Dr. Specker stormed down the cold, sterile halls of the research facility, his face contorted with anger and frustration. He was accompanied by the Woman, and a team of nurses scurrying anxiously behind. The weight of their project hung heavily on their shoulders, and the pressure was starting to break them.
“Claim that you could get me that order, vampire,” Dr. Specker spat out, his voice filled with venom.
The Woman, her eyes filled with determination, replied, “I am trying my best, but most vampires are not allowed to leave their covens, and many have fled the city.”
Entering his lab, Dr. Specker couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He began tossing and smashing items around the room, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. “All of this stuff is useless without more samples!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. He turned his accusing finger towards the Woman. “I told you we need more time, but no, you want to rush.”
The Woman, her voice calm but firm, explained, “We can only use a limited amount of funds from the company without arousing suspicion. That's why I secured investors for our little project. But if we don't have a presentation that will impress them, we will lose all of our progress.”
Dr. Specker's eyes narrowed, his mind racing for a solution. “We need more vampire's blood,” he muttered, almost to himself.
The Woman, her gaze unwavering, replied, “I will do what I can. Why don't you get more blood from the blonde one in the basement for now?”
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Dr. Specker paused, his frustration momentarily subsiding. “She needs to feed again before I can get more from her,” he explained.
The Woman nodded knowingly. “I will take care of that,” she said, her voice steady.
Leaving the lab, the Woman sought out a nurse to assist her. Spotting one nearby, she approached and said, “Follow me.”
The nurse, a young woman with a curious expression, obeyed without question. They entered the elevator, the doors closing behind them, descending into the depths of the facility. The air grew colder as they reached the lower levels, filled with a sense of secrecy and anticipation.
As the elevator doors opened, revealing the hidden realm beneath the research facility, the nurse's eyes widened in awe and apprehension. She followed the Woman through dimly lit corridors, their footsteps echoing in the silence. The sound of distant murmurs and the occasional flicker of candlelight added to the eerie atmosphere.
Finally, they arrived at a heavy, metal door. The Woman took out a set of keys, unlocking it with practiced ease. They stepped into a small, dimly lit room, where a single figure sat in a corner, her blonde hair cascading around her pale face.
The nurse gasped as she realized the truth. “She's a vampire?” she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and fascination.
The Woman nodded solemnly. “Yes. And it is her blood that holds the key to our research.”
As the nurse's eyes met those of the vampire, a mixture of curiosity and fear danced in her mind. Little did she know her involvement in this project would be far more complex and dangerous than she could have ever imagined.
As the Woman swung open the heavy iron door to the blonde vampire's cell, she wasted no time in shoving the young nurse inside. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, panic etched across her face. "Please, let me out!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
The Blonde Vampire, tall and pale, glided closer to the nurse, a hunger in her eyes that sent shivers down the young woman's spine. Turning to the Woman, the vampire spoke, her voice silky and seductive. “I haven't fed in days,” she purred, her fangs glistening in the low light. “I might take every last drop from her.”
A mixture of anticipation and fear flickered in the Woman's eyes as she smiled at the vampire. “Go ahead,” she said, her voice laced with a cold detachment. “We have more where she comes from.”
The nurse's eyes widened in terror as she realized the cruel fate that awaited her. She desperately tried to unlock the door, her hands shaking uncontrollably. But her efforts were in vain, as the door was firmly shut. The Blonde Vampire, her hunger now insatiable, closed the distance between her and the nurse in one swift movement. The young woman could feel the vampire's icy breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.
With a sudden surge of ferocity, the vampire sank her fangs into the nurse's tender flesh. The young woman gasped in pain, but the vampire's grip on her was unrelenting. As she felt her life force being drained, the nurse fought against the overwhelming urge to surrender to the darkness.
Meanwhile, the Woman watched the scene unfold with a twisted satisfaction. Her eyes glinted with a perverse delight, relishing in the power she held over life and death. To her, the nurse was nothing more than a disposable pawn in this macabre game. Minutes passed, and the nurse's struggles grew weaker until they eventually ceased altogether. The vampire withdrew her fangs, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She wiped the crimson liquid from her mouth, licking it off her fingers with an eerie grace.
The Woman's smile widened as she observed the lifeless body of the nurse. To her, this was just another sacrifice in a never-ending cycle of darkness. She reveled in the power she held, feeding the vampire's insatiable hunger without a shred of remorse.
The Woman leaned against the cold, steel bars of the cell. Her gaze pierced through the darkness, meeting the piercing blue eyes of the blonde vampire. There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in her voice as she spoke, her words laced with a sinister undertone.
“Now, rest,” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. “I will return later for a sample of your blood.” The vampire, trapped within the confinements of the cell, could only glare back, her fangs glistening in the dimly lit room.
As the silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant humming of the elevator, the vampire pointed towards the lifeless body of the nurse. It lay crumpled on the cold floor, the last traces of life draining away from its once vibrant form. The woman's lips curled into a cruel smile as she followed the vampire's gesture.
“When will you remove the body?” the vampire inquired, her voice filled with a chilling mix of curiosity and detachment. The Woman's gaze shifted towards the lifeless body, her expression momentarily contemplating the question.
A flicker of satisfaction flashed across her face as she responded, “I will have the boys remove it when they come back later.” There was an air of eerie nonchalance in her words, as if the disposal of a life meant nothing more than a mere inconvenience to be dealt with later.
With a final glance at the vampire, The Woman turned on her heels and made her way towards the elevator. The dim lights of the corridor illuminated her path, casting a haunting glow upon her figure. As the elevator doors closed behind her, she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.
***
Anastasia sat in her office, the remnants of a heated argument still lingering in the air around her. Her sister Anna and her partners Phara and Theodore had stormed out moments ago, leaving Anastasia alone with her thoughts and Delilah. With anger pulsing through her veins, Anastasia began to organize the chaos that littered her desk. But amidst the mess, her eyes were drawn to a single photograph of Eliza – her former lover, her past.
Lost in the depths of her memories, Anastasia traced her fingers along Eliza's golden locks and felt the warmth of their passionate kisses. But her reverie was abruptly shattered as Delilah, consumed by jealousy, snatched the photo and tore it into shreds. Delilah's words cut through the air like a sharp blade, questioning Eliza's relevance and urging Anastasia to prioritize the coven.
Anastasia felt her frustration rise, her voice laden with exasperation as she retorted, “You don't understand, Delilah. You haven't even lived a century yet.” She sighed, realizing that explaining her emotions to a younger vampire would not be an easy task.
But Delilah persisted, demanding an explanation. And so, Anastasia tried to convey the weight of her past she still carried within her. “You are right, my love. I need to focus on the coven,” she began, her voice tinged with resignation. “If we lose any more members, we may have to close the coven forever. But you made Anna, and her partners leave. Now, I must continue on my own.”
Delilah, unwilling to relent, positioned herself in front of Anastasia, perched on her desk. She defended herself, claiming that Anna harbored animosity towards her even before they met, and that Eliza was merely a tool to inflict pain.
Anastasia's frustration grew, her desire to focus on her work hindered by Delilah's presence. She pleaded, “Delilah, you don't understand the bond between Anna and Eliza. They were like sisters, and Eliza and I were married for over two centuries in Europe. She wanted to explore, while my sister and I sought to escape from our haunting past. I love you, Delilah, but my memories cannot simply be erased.”
Delilah, now softened by Anastasia's words, inquired about Eliza's presence in Chicago. Anastasia, feeling the weight of uncertainty, admitted, “I don't know. When she is found, you can ask her. But for now, let me focus on finding the members of my coven.”
Anastasia sat at her desk, her focus solely on the task at hand. She had a solve the case by herself, and she couldn't afford any distractions. Unfortunately, Delilah, seemed to have a different agenda. Delilah, ever playful and affectionate, couldn't resist showering Anastasia's neck with light kisses.
Anastasia tried to remain patient, but her annoyance was growing. She needed to concentrate, to delve into the depths of her work without any interruptions. She finally mustered the courage to speak up, “Delilah! Please let me work.”
Delilah, with a mischievous smile, responded, “You look like you need a break, my love.”
Anastasia felt a tug at her dress as Delilah tried to entice her away from her desk. Frustration boiled within her, and she yelled out for Blake, to intervene.
However, Delilah, consumed by her own vexation, pushed Anastasia out of anger. The sudden burst of force startled Anastasia, her frustration turning into a mixture of surprise and anger. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
Feeling a sense of defeat, Anastasia decided to remove herself from the situation. As she walked away from her desk, Blake entered the office.
Anastasia turned to Blake and implored, “Blake, please remove Delilah so I can focus.”
Delilah, seething with rage, retaliated by sweeping her hand across Anastasia's desk, sending papers flying in all directions. “How dare you?” she spat.
Anastasia, holding back her own anger, took a step closer to Delilah, her gaze piercing through her troubled wife. “You are lucky,” she began, her voice low and controlled, “I don't hurt the ones I love. Get out, now!”
Blake, understanding the gravity of the situation, stepped forward to escort Delilah out of the office. But even as she left, Delilah couldn't resist one final act of defiance, hurling various items at Anastasia with each step she took. The door eventually closed, leaving Anastasia alone in her disheveled workspace. Anastasia took a moment to compose herself, her frustration melting away as she surveyed the mess that surrounded her. Slowly, she began to pick up the scattered papers and items, a quiet determination settling within her.
She knew that she couldn't let this incident derail her focus. With each item returned to its rightful place, Anastasia reaffirmed her commitment to her work. Anastasia sat back down at her desk, ready to tackle her tasks once again, and hoping that she and Delilah could find a way to balance their affection with her need for concentration.
Anastasia sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of a torn photograph. With delicate precision, she began the painstaking task of taping the pieces back together. Each small fragment held a precious memory, a glimpse into a time long gone. But it was not just the photograph that stirred emotions within her; it was the subject of the photo herself.
Eliza, her once beloved, appeared in various pictures scattered across Anastasia's desk. Each image captured a different moment in time, a different place in the world. From the beaches of Tahiti to the ancient ruins of Rome, Eliza had traversed the globe. Anastasia had always admired her adventurous spirit, her insatiable thirst for new experiences.
But now, as Anastasia meticulously pieced together the torn photograph, her focus shifted. It wasn't just about reliving the memories anymore; it was about finding her vampire coven. Eliza's disappearance had left a void in her heart, and she knew that whoever had taken her beloved had also taken her coven members. A sharp pang of pain shot through her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. It had been over a century since she had last seen Eliza, since their love had been torn apart by dark forces. Yet, Anastasia's love for her had never wavered, the mere mention of her name was enough to transport her back to a time when their love burned brightly, when they were unstoppable.
But life had a way of moving forward, even when the heart remained tethered to the past. Anastasia had found a new love, amidst the chaos of her broken heart. Delilah had entered her life with gentle grace, bringing a sense of peace and stability. Together, they had forged a love that blossomed like a rare flower in the darkness, but Delilah’s newly founded jealous actions caused pain to Anastasia’s heart.
As the last piece of the photograph fell into place, Anastasia gazed at the image before her. Eliza's smile, frozen in time, reminded her of the happiness they had once shared. But it also fueled her determination to find her coven, to bring them back from whatever darkness had engulfed them. But as she rose from her desk, a single tear slipped down Anastasia's cheek. Love, she realized, was a complex tapestry of emotions. It could bind one's heart to the past, even as it pushed them forward into the unknown, and though she had moved on, though she had found comfort in Delilah's arms, the love she held for Eliza would forever remain etched in her immortal soul.