Previously in Kiss of the vampire

And I snapped my eyes open; all I can see is darkness. "Urgh, fuck that dream again. Damnit. Where am I? (and he suddenly remembers)" Oh, I fell for that damn vampire. How long have I been sleeping? he asks himself.

"I think we need to destroy this mine, Ethan answered.

"No, you not going to order that damn it; Deyviel is still inside!" Denver said while pointing his sword at Ethan.

"Put down your weapon, kid," Mizuno orders.

But Alicia, Yumi, and Kliev raise their weapons too.

"Damn it, you guys, what are we doing?" Kliev shouted.

"Listen, we can't just leave him behind!" Denver shouted, his voice filled with desperation. "Deyviel would never forgive us if we did."

Deyviel's heart raced as he heard the familiar voices echoing through the darkness. He pushed himself up from the ground, his body aching, but the sound of his friends calling for him ignited a spark of hope within him. "I'm he..ere.". He weakly said. "Damn it, my leg is busted. I can't stand up." As he said that, he heard a faint voice. "You want help?"

"Man, I might be losing so much blood; I'm hallucinating; I can hear a small voice," he said to himself, but there is no one there.

As he turned his head, he could see a skull, but not just a normal skull but a burning one. But the most unusual thing is that the skull is not burned yet. It's just keeping flaming by a blue flame. "What the...fluck is this? He asked as he was about to touch the flaming skull. He heard a loud explosion

At the distance, he can see a temple or shrines of some sort. He can't tell what it is because of the darkness. So he mustered all his strength to crawl. He crawled towards the shrine. When he gets there, all of the torch lights up. "Fuck ?! The hell is happening here? Hey, somebody here?

"Fuck. Are they fighting? Damn it, their aura's is fading no. What should I do? I'm buttered and have a broken leg. How can I help?" As he said that, the mysterious voice replied again. "I can give you power if you want it," the voice said.

Deyviel's head turns to the skull.

"Heh, so it was you. What's the catch? he asks back.

The flaming skull hovered ominously, its blue flames flickering as it spoke. "No catch, just a simple exchange. I can grant you the strength you need to rise and fight, but in return, you must accept the darkness that comes with it. You will gain power, but it will come at a cost."

The skull's flames flickered brighter, illuminating the dark space around them. "You will gain strength beyond your wildest dreams, but you will also carry the burden of that power as long as you live. You will be marked by it, and it will change you. You will become a vessel for the darkness, and it will whisper to you, tempting you to embrace it fully."

"You mean a cursed," he asks.

"You could put it like that. But you could officially curse of the Immortal Demon Dragon, sound cool right? " The skull ask.

"Man. You calling your self a dragon but your skull is from a human. Can you just shut up for now let continue this chitchat after I win .Kay?

"Sounds like a plan"skull answer.

"I got a party to crashed"

Deyviel's heart raced as he weighed the options. He could feel the urgency of the situation outside—the cries of his friends, the growls of the wendigos, and the sinister laughter of Apollo. He had to act, and he had to act fast.

Kiss of the vampire

"The girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission sixteen: preparation and traps

"What kind of darkness?" Deyviel asked, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him. "What will I lose?

After a few days of no result of searching for Ghelle and the artifacts. The Black Knights squad is still not in shape to go on a mission because of the injury they suffered on their last mission in Japan, which the reporters dub as a Shinjuku incident.

"Man, I hate this; we can't do anything to help with the search," Denver said while sitting prostrated.

"Yeah, we couldn't help; because of that last blast, we didn't expect that we left our guard down and shit happened," Yumi said while clutching her fist.

"I can't believe they take them from us that easily; Deyviel won't forgive us if something happens to her (talking about Ghelle and her friends). Damn it," Alicia angrily said.

"Even I won't forgive myself for what's happened. But we need to be brave and heal fast to be able to make up for our mistakes," Cymac said with a determined face.

"Yeah, I agree with you, Cymac. We need to focus on healing first; we can't do any if we're still at the hospital; we'll just end up burdening the other teams if we aren't healed yet," Andrew said, nodding to Cymac's.

"So, Ethan, do you have any news about the twins? Are you sure they've been taken with Ghelle?" Emily asks him.

"Yeah, as for now, that's what we concluded. But we can't stop hoping they will appear out of nowhere without harm; we can't lose another of our own. Not again, so let's hope for the best.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with frustration and worry. Each member of the Black Knights squad felt the weight of their recent failure pressing down on them, a constant reminder of the Shinjuku incident that had left them battered and unable to act.

"Hope is all we have left," Denver muttered, still slumped in his chair. "But it feels so damn useless when we can't do anything."

"Don't say that," Yumi snapped, her eyes flashing with intensity. "Hope is what keeps us going. If we give up on that, then we might as well throw in the towel."

"Deyviel will be mad if he's heard you saying that, brother. Mizuno chime in.

Alicia leaned back, crossing her arms. "I just wish we had more information. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it gets for Ghelle and the twins. We need to find a way to track them down."

Cymac stood up, his posture straightening as he spoke. "We will find them. We just need to be patient and strategic. Rushing in without a plan will only get us hurt again. We need to gather intel, find out who took them, and why."

Andrew nodded in agreement. "Cymac's right. We need to use this time to recover and prepare. We can’t afford to be reckless. We need to be smarter this time."

Ethan, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "I’ve been trying to dig into the intel we have. There are rumors about some vampire activities around Japan operating in the shadows, one that might be connected to the incident. If we can figure out who they are, we might be able to track down Ghelle and the twins."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, each member of the Black Knights squad lost in their thoughts. The weight of their situation hung heavily in the air, but the flicker of determination began to spark within them.

"It’s a possibility," Ethan replied. "But we need more evidence before we can act on it. I’ll keep looking into it, but we need to be careful. If they’re as powerful as the rumors suggest, we can’t afford to underestimate them."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, each member of the Black Knights squad lost in their thoughts. The weight of their situation hung heavily in the air, but the flicker of determination began to spark within them.

"Alright," Denver finally said, lifting his head. "So we focus on gathering intel. What do we know about these vampires? Any leads we can follow?"

"But I'll let you guys know if we got a clear lead, but for now you guys need to heal fast before we head on the next mission. Except for the black knights because they were injured last mission.

Golden Eagle-Captain: John Cooper (he was called the American not because he is literally an American but because of his guns).

Vice captain: Eric James Harper (who was also an American bun; he was called the war machine).

Blue Fangs captain: Brixton Marco (was called Yami Sukihiro or Shiki? Idunno, just comment down below; I'm not sure.)

Vice captain: Seowon Lee (yeah, she's a Korean if you knew you knew 😉).

thunderbird-captain: Alex delos Santos (he's an asshole, jerk douch like Deyviel called him captain douches).

Vice captain: Jake Miller (an African guy with bush-like hair).

Falling swords: Chloe Natalie Udovenko (a Russian girl; she was called the Moon Goddess by Mizuno; he literally made a funclub for her inside the main base, typically a simp 🤣).

Vice captain: Anastasha Tsevera (the one-eyed white Demon the vampires called her because of her precision in sniper).

Dark Void Captain: Ron Ji Woo (he's a Korean, and he has so many tattoos; more on that later; he's from Japan but half Pinoy).

Black Dragons captain: Blake Baker (a half Pinoy, half American with a full-sleeve black dragon tattoo; he looks like Vincent from Yuyuhakusho).

Vice captain: Wo Raflaga (an American but born in Japan but grew up in Cebu, Philippines, but studied in Mexico, so he's a bit, I don't know, to understand he's talking in mixed language 🤣).

7 swords, captain: Cloude Redfeild (a guy with 7 swords combined, yeah, he's more like Cloude from FFV 7; don't judge, bruh. I love those anime and games, so let me put them here😉).

Vice captain: Clareine Redfield (our best girl; everyone likes her except Deyviel because of her pheromone that her body is secret that Deyviel found foul for his nose but not from others).

Silver Phoenix captain: Ben Railey (the mysterious captain that can wipe out any threat he encounters even when he's alone). There are many instances where he leaves his squad to go malling, and he goes and clears a large vampire hive alone within 30 minutes, and no one sees him use his abilities or skills because when everyone arrives, the fight is already finished, and he sits there waiting, taking a sip of his coffee. He's so strong, even the generals consider him to become one of them or even a commander level, but he bluntly refuses it; no wonder on earth why.

Vice captain: Nharck Narufumi (also a mysterious voice captain because no one sees him fight like his captain Ben, but for Nharck he can fight because Ben won't let him.)

"We're having this meeting to basically informed you of what's really happening behind the scenes, the vampire are mobilizing an army as we speak and gathering this so called artifacts and they already have one that they stole from Deyviel From the mines . Some of you will be task of finding an altar underground a vampire facilities that the black knights discover. Back then they'll the only team that task to search this but now we're running out of time so we asking you captains to find this artifacts. And also some of your teams will be task to find the whereabouts of the senator's daughter Ghelle and her companion and we confirmed that our two hunters are captured with them so I'm asking you not to engage if you saw or had the lead for them. So we can formulate a plan. " General Monica explain and all of them just stand there and has a serious face.

"Ahm, are the black knights going too?" one lower hunter asks.

"No, they need to recover from their injury, so they're not coming, "she answered.

The tension in the room was palpable as General Monica's words hung in the air. The captains of the various squads exchanged glances, each one aware of the gravity of the situation. The Black Knights, once a formidable force, were now sidelined, their injuries a constant reminder of their recent failure.

"Understood, General," Brixton Marco, the captain of the Blue Fangs, said, breaking the silence. "We’ll do everything we can to locate the artifacts and the missing individuals. But we need to be careful. If the vampires are mobilizing an army, we can't afford to underestimate them."

"Exactly," Alex delos Santos, the captain of the Thunderbirds, added with a smirk that belied his serious demeanor. "We’ll need to coordinate our efforts. If we split up and cover more ground, we might have a better chance of finding them before it’s too late."

"Agreed," Chloe Udovenko, the Moon Goddess, chimed in. "But we also need to ensure that we’re not walking into a trap. The last thing we want is to lose more of our people."

"Right," Ron Ji Woo, the captain of Dark Void, said, his tattoos glistening under the fluorescent lights. "We need to gather as much intel as possible before making any moves. If the vampires are indeed gathering artifacts, they might have a larger plan in motion."

"Let’s not forget about the senator’s daughter and the twins," Anastasha Tsevera, the one-eyed sniper, reminded them. "We need to prioritize their safety. If we can find them, we might be able to leverage that to our advantage."

"That’s the plan," General Monica confirmed, her voice steady. "Each of you will lead your teams to gather intel and locate the artifacts. Remember, the Black Knights may not be with you, but they will be counting on your success. We need to show them that we can still fight, even without them."

The captains nodded, their expressions resolute. They understood the stakes and the responsibility that lay on their shoulders. Each of them had their own reasons for fighting, but the common goal of rescuing Ghelle and the twins united them.

"Let’s regroup in 48 hours," Eric Harper, the War Machine, suggested. "We can share what we’ve found and adjust our strategies accordingly."

"Sounds good," Ben Railey, the enigmatic captain of Silver Phoenix, said, his calm demeanor contrasting with the urgency of the situation. "We’ll need to be ready for anything."

As the meeting concluded, the captains filed out of the room, each one deep in thought about the tasks ahead. They knew that the road would be fraught with danger, but they were determined to do whatever it took to protect their own.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital room, the Black Knights squad remained restless. Denver, still slumped in his chair, looked over at Ethan. "You think we’ll be able to help them from here?"

Ethan shrugged. "We can provide intel and support from the sidelines. We may not be on the front lines, but we can still contribute."

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Yumi clenched her fists, her frustration palpable. "I just wish we could be out there with them. I hate feeling so helpless."

Cymac placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We’ll heal, and when the time comes, we’ll be ready to fight again. For now, we need to focus on recovery and gathering whatever information we can."

Alicia nodded, her expression softening. "We’ll find a way to help. We always do."

As the squad continued to strategize, the determination in the room began to shift the atmosphere. They may have been sidelined for now, but the Black Knights were far from defeated. They would find a way to support their comrades and reclaim their strength, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the hospital room, drawing the attention of the Black Knights. Denver glanced toward the door; curiosity piqued. "I wonder who that is," he muttered.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing Mizuno, a fellow squad member, with a determined look on his face. "Hey, I just got some intel from one of our contacts. There’s been a sighting of a vampire gathering near the old warehouse district in here (he pointed at 8 points on the map he's carrying and put it on the table for them to look at what he's pointing at.). It might be worth checking out."

"At so many?! "they ask in unison.

"Yap, in Saitama prefecture in France. In Mexico, one in Egypt, one in Italy, one in Korea, one in China, and lastly, one in Australia, we need to inform the other captains about this.". And on the info I gather, they're putting some guards in each of those locations. But the more hotspot is Japan in Saitama prefecture. They need to slit in each of the locations. Ethan, do you think it's a trap? He added.

"It might be there might be more elder lord vampires there, like that bastard appolo said they're nine of them, so it could be a trap," he replied.

"And now he's dead, and this is 8 locations. There's a huge chance there might be elders there." Denver chime in.

The atmosphere in the hospital room shifted once more, the weight of Mizuno's intelligence hanging heavily in the air. The Black Knights, despite their injuries, felt a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of new information.

"Eight locations," Yumi echoed, her eyes narrowing in thought. "If they're gathering in multiple places, it could mean they're planning something big. We need to figure out what they're after."

Cymac leaned forward, studying the map Mizuno had laid out. "If Saitama is the hotspot, we should prioritize that. But we can't ignore the other locations either. If they’re spreading their forces thin, it might be our chance to strike."

Alicia nodded, her mind racing. "We need to inform the other captains immediately. They can’t go in blind. If there are elder vampires involved, we need to be prepared for a fight."

Ethan, still analyzing the map, added, "We should also consider the possibility of a diversion. If they’re expecting us to focus on Saitama, they might have traps set up there. We could send a smaller team to one of the other locations to draw their attention away."

Denver, finally sitting up straight, looked at Ethan with newfound determination. "That could work. If we can create a distraction, it might give the other teams a better chance to gather intelligence or even rescue Ghelle and the twins."

Mizuno nodded, his expression serious. "But we need to be careful. If we split our forces, we risk leaving ourselves vulnerable. We need to coordinate with the other captains and come up with a solid plan."

"Let’s do it," Cymac said, his voice steady. "We may be sidelined, but we can still play a crucial role in this. We’ll gather our intel, relay it to the captains, and prepare for any contingencies."

As the squad began to strategize, the urgency of their situation became clear. They were still recovering, but the fire of determination burned brightly within them. They would not let their comrades down, nor would they allow Ghelle and the twins to remain in danger.

"Alright, Mizuno, you take the lead on contacting the captains," Andrew instructed. "We need to get this information out as quickly as possible. The sooner they know, the better."

Mizuno nodded, already pulling out his phone to relay the information. "I’ll make sure they understand the gravity of the situation."

As he stepped out of the room to make the call, the remaining members of the Black Knights continued to discuss their strategy. They knew they had to act quickly, and every second counts.

Meanwhile, in the various locations around the world, the captains of the other squads were preparing for their own missions. Each of them understood the stakes and the potential dangers that lay ahead. They were determined to find Ghelle and the twins and to uncover the truth behind the vampire activities.

Back in the hospital room, Denver looked around at his teammates, a sense of camaraderie filling the air. "We may not be on the front lines, but we’re still part of this fight. We’ll support our teams however we can."

"Exactly," Yumi agreed, her fists clenched in determination. "We’ll heal, we’ll gather intel, and when the time comes, we’ll be ready to join the fight again."

Cymac smiled, his resolve unwavering. "Together, we’ll make sure that Ghelle and the twins come back safe. We’re the Black Knights, and we don’t back down from a challenge."

As they continued to strategize, the Black Knights knew that their journey was far from over. They would rise from the ashes of their recent failure, stronger and more united than ever, ready to face whatever darkness awaited them. The sound of footsteps echoed once more, and they turned to see Mizuno returning, a determined look on his face.

"I’ve contacted the captains," he said, his voice steady. "They’re on high alert and will be regrouping in 48 hours to discuss our next steps. We need to be ready to provide them with any intelligence we gather."

"Good," Denver replied, a sense of purpose igniting within him. "Let’s get to work. We have a lot to do, and we won’t let our comrades down."

With renewed determination, the Black Knights set to work, their spirits lifted by the knowledge that they were still part of the fight. They would heal, they would gather intel, and when the time came, they would rise to the challenge once more. The battle against the vampires was far from over, and they were ready to face it head-on.

As the Black Knights delved into their preparations, the atmosphere in the hospital room transformed from one of despair to one of focused determination. Each member began to brainstorm ideas on how to gather intelligence and support their comrades effectively.

"Let’s split up the tasks," Yumi suggested, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "We can each take a different angle on the information we need to gather. I can reach out to our contacts in the field to see if they’ve noticed any unusual activity."

Cymac nodded in agreement. "I can analyze the data we have on the vampire activities. There might be patterns or connections we haven’t noticed yet. If we can identify their movements, it could give us an edge."

Alicia chimed in, "I’ll work on compiling a list of known vampire factions and their leaders. If we can figure out who’s behind this gathering, we might be able to predict their next move."

Ethan, still studying the map, added, "I’ll focus on the locations Mizuno mentioned. We need to gather as much information as possible about those areas, especially Saitama. If we can find out what kind of level of vampires are there, we can relay that to the captains."

Denver, feeling the energy in the room, said, "I’ll coordinate with Mizuno to ensure we’re all on the same page. We need to make sure our communication is clear and efficient."

As they divided their tasks, the Black Knights felt a renewed sense of purpose. They were no longer just waiting for their injuries to heal; they were actively contributing to the mission, even from the sidelines.

"Let’s set a timeline," Cymac suggested. "We should aim to have our findings ready before the captains regroup. That way, we can provide them with the most up-to-date information."

"Agreed," Yumi replied, her determination palpable. "We’ll work around the clock if we have to. Ghelle and the twins are counting on us."

With their plan in place, the Black Knights set to work, and each member focused on their assigned tasks. The hours passed quickly as they poured over data, made calls, and strategized. The hospital room, once a place of frustration, became a hub of activity and collaboration.

As night fell, Mizuno returned with more updates. "The captains are mobilizing their teams. They’re taking the intelligence we provided seriously and are preparing for potential confrontations at the various locations."

"Good," Denver said, glancing at the clock. "We need to keep pushing. We can’t afford to let our guard down."

The squad continued to work late into the night, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and determination. They knew that every piece of information they gathered could be crucial in the fight against the vampires.

As dawn broke, the Black Knights felt a sense of accomplishment. They had compiled a wealth of information and were ready to present it to the captains. The camaraderie among them had strengthened, and they were more united than ever in their mission.

"Let’s get ready for the meeting," Cymac said, his voice steady. "We need to make sure we present our findings clearly and effectively."

With a final nod of agreement, the Black Knights prepared to share their hard work with the captains. They were ready to support their comrades in any way they could, and they would not rest until Ghelle and the twins were safe. The fight was far from over, and they were determined to see it through to the end.

Meanwhile, in Saitama prefecture.

There are two squads there, the Golden Eagles and Blue Fangs. While the other squads are in different locations.

In the Saitama prefecture, the atmosphere was tense as the Golden Eagles and Blue Fangs squads prepared for their mission. The sun had just begun to set, casting an irrie red hue over the landscape, but the beauty of the sun set was lost on the hunters. They were acutely aware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Captain John Cooper of the Golden Eagles stood at the forefront, his eyes scanning the area with a mix of determination and caution. "Alright, listen up, team," he called out, his voice steady and commanding. "We’ve received intel about vampire activity in this area. Our primary objective is to gather information and assess the situation. We need to be on high alert."

Brixton Marco, the captain of the Blue Fangs, stepped forward, his expression serious. "We’ll split into two teams. One will scout the perimeter while the other investigates the warehouse district. We need to cover as much ground as possible without drawing attention to ourselves."

Eric Harper, the Vice Captain, nodded in agreement. "We know they’re gathering artifacts, and if they’re mobilizing an army, we can’t afford to underestimate them. Stay sharp and watch each other’s backs. Hey, you two Malic and Michael, search for high ground and survey the area," he ordered. And both of you, Mia and Jin, stay focused on the communication devices. He added.

"Copy," they said in unison.

Ok, the four of you go at that corner, and the last two of you, Ken and Ryu, cover our rear Captain Brixton Marco.

As they enter, lower hunters are waiting outside the area for backup.

The tension in the air was palpable as the Golden Eagles and Blue Fangs prepared to move out. Each member of the squad was acutely aware of the stakes involved. They were not just hunting vampires; they were on a mission to uncover the truth behind the recent surge in vampire activity and the potential threat it posed to their comrades, especially Ghelle and the twins.

"Stay in contact," John Cooper reminded his team as they began to disperse. "If you see anything unusual, report it immediately. We can’t afford to be caught off guard."

As the teams split up, Brixton led his group toward the warehouse district, a place known for its dark corners and hidden dangers. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Brixton instructed, his voice low. "We don’t know what we’re dealing with here. The intel suggested that there might be more than just regular vampires lurking around."

The team moved cautiously; their senses heightened. They navigated through the narrow alleys and abandoned buildings, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silence. The air was thick with anticipation, and every creak and rustle made them jump.

Meanwhile, John’s team was scouting the perimeter, looking for any signs of vampire activity. "Mia, check that building over there," he said, pointing to a dilapidated structure that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. "The rest of us will cover you."

Mia nodded, her heart racing as she approached the building. She could feel the weight of her team’s eyes on her, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. As she reached the door, she noticed something strange—a faint glow emanating from inside.

"Guys, I think I see something," she whispered into her comms, her voice barely above a whisper. "There’s a light coming from inside."

"Stay alert," John replied. "We’re on our way."

As they approached, the glow intensified, casting an otherworldly light on the surrounding area. The team gathered around the entrance, exchanging wary glances.

"On three," John said, his voice steady. "One, two, three!"

They burst through the door, weapons drawn, ready for anything. Inside, they found a large room filled with strange artifacts—ancient relics that pulsed with a dark energy. In the center of the room stood a group of vampires, their eyes glowing with malevolence as they gathered around a large altar.

"Looks like we found their gathering spot," Brixton said, his voice low. "We need to get intel on what they’re planning."

Suddenly, one of the vampires turned, sensing their presence. "Intruders!" he hissed, baring his fangs. The room erupted into chaos as the vampires lunged toward the hunters.

"Fall back!" John shouted, firing his weapon at the nearest vampire. The shot rang out, echoing in the enclosed space, and the vampire staggered back but more quickly filled the gap.

Brixton and his team sprang into action, engaging the vampires in a fierce battle. The air was filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and the growls of the undead. Each hunter fought with precision, their training kicking in as they worked together to fend off the attackers.

"Cover me!" Brixton shouted as he moved toward the altar, determined to gather information about the artifacts. He could see inscriptions on the altar, ancient symbols that hinted at dark rituals.

Meanwhile, John’s team was holding their ground, but they were outnumbered. "We need to regroup!" he yelled, firing another shot. "We can’t let them overwhelm us!"

Just as they were about to be overrun, a loud crash echoed from the entrance. The remaining members of the Blue Fangs had arrived, bringing reinforcements just in time.

"Let’s turn the tide!" Eric shouted, charging into the fray. The sudden influx of hunters shifted the balance, and the vampires began to falter under the combined assault.

As the battle raged on, Brixton managed to decipher some of the inscriptions on the altar. "They’re planning a ritual!" he shouted to his team. "We need to stop them before they complete it!"

With renewed determination, the hunters pressed forward, fighting with everything they had. The vampires, realizing their plan was in jeopardy, fought back fiercely, but the hunters were relentless.

"Push them back!" John commanded, rallying his team. "We can’t let them succeed!"

As the last of the vampires fell, the room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the hunters. They stood amidst the remnants of the battle, adrenaline coursing through their veins.

"Did we get everything we need?" Brixton asked, panting as he wiped sweat from his brow.

"Yeah, but we need to get this information back to the others," John replied, glancing around the room. "We can't waste any time. If they were planning a ritual, it could be connected to Ghelle and the twins."

Brixton nodded, quickly gathering the artifacts that had been left behind. "Let’s secure these and head back. We need to inform the other squads about what we found here."

But as he's about to turn his head back to Cooper, he sees something in the walk or feel.

"The what? he asks and approaches the walk.

"Hey Cooper, whats wrong?!" Cooper asks. But Cooper didn't answer him but continued to approach the wall as he touched the wall. He could feel a wind blowing inside the gap or slit in the wall. "Coper, I think we hit the jackpot. This altar here is a decoy, and what's behind this wall is the real deal, he finally answered with a grin. Call for backup; we're securing the hole area," he added.

John Cooper's eyes widened as he processed Brixton's words. "A decoy? Are you sure?" he asked, stepping closer to inspect the wall. The faint breeze that wafted through the gap felt almost alive, as if beckoning them to uncover whatever lay hidden behind it.

"Yeah, I can feel it," Brixton replied, his excitement palpable. "This wall is too smooth, too intentional. There’s something behind it, and I bet it’s connected to whatever ritual they were planning."

"Alright, let’s secure the area first," John commanded, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "We can’t risk any more vampires showing up while we’re distracted. Eric, Mia, you two keep watch at the entrance. The rest of us will help Brixton with the wall."

As the hunters took their positions, Brixton and John began to examine the wall more closely. It was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse with a faint energy, mirroring the artifacts they had seen earlier.

"These symbols… they look familiar," John muttered, tracing his fingers over the carvings. "I’ve seen something like this in the archives. It’s tied to ancient vampire rituals—powerful ones."

"Then we need to get through this wall," Brixton said, determination etched on his face. "If we can uncover what’s behind it, we might find a way to stop whatever they’re planning."

"Ok, how?" Cooper asks.

"We'll do it the old-fashioned way," captain Brixton replied.

With a nod of agreement, the two of them began to push against the wall, testing its strength. It felt solid, but there was a slight give, as if it were merely a façade.

"On three," Brixton said, his muscles tensing as he prepared to exert all his strength. "One, two, three!"

With a grunt, they pushed against the wall, feeling it shift slightly under their combined effort. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoed in the room, and the air thickened with anticipation.

"Keep pushing!" John urged, his voice strained but resolute. The rest of the team joined in, forming a human chain to apply more force.

"Careful," Eric warned, his eyes darting around for any signs of danger. "We don’t know what’s on the other side."

Brixton nodded, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. "We need to see what’s behind this. It could be the key to stopping the vampires."

With one final push, the wall gave way, crumbling to reveal a dark passageway that seemed to stretch into the depths of the earth. The flickering light from their flashlights illuminated ancient stone steps leading down into the darkness.

"Looks like we found their secret hideout," John said, his voice low. "We need to proceed with caution. This could be a trap."

"Agreed," Brixton replied, glancing back at the rest of the team. "We’ll go in pairs. Eric and Mia, you take point. John and I will follow, and the rest of you stay close behind. Keep your weapons ready."

As they descended into the passage, the air grew colder, and the atmosphere thickened with an oppressive energy. The walls were lined with more of the strange symbols they had seen earlier, glowing faintly in the darkness.

"What do you think this place is?" Mia whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Some kind of ancient vampire lair," Eric replied, scanning the area for any signs of movement. "They must have been using it for their rituals."

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they entered a large chamber filled with more artifacts, each one radiating a dark energy that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. In the center of the room stood a massive altar, similar to the one they had seen earlier, but this one was adorned with even more intricate carvings and pulsating with a sinister light.

"This is it," Brixton breathed, stepping forward. "This is where they’re conducting their rituals."

Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the chamber, and the hunters froze, their hearts racing. From the shadows emerged a group of vampires, their eyes glowing with hunger and malice.

"Ow, I expected someone to be here, but whatever, I'll just kill you, an old vampire said with a sly grin, eyes glowing red, with his pet wendigos ready to attack. The tension in the chamber escalated as the vampires emerged from the shadows, their predatory gazes fixed on the hunters. The air crackled with an ominous energy, and the hunters instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, ready for the impending confrontation.

"Stay sharp!" John shouted, his voice cutting through the thick atmosphere. "We need to hold our ground and protect the artifacts!"

Brixton stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. "We can’t let them complete whatever ritual they’re planning. We need to take them out quickly and efficiently."

The old vampire, an imposing figure with a twisted grin, stepped forward, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "You think you can stop us? You’re outnumbered and outmatched. This is our domain!"

"Not for long," Eric retorted, his voice steady as he raised his weapon. "We’re not backing down."

But before we start this, let me introduce myself to you humans. I am Razuel, the vampire knight of the Tallen family. May I know the names of my opponents?

With a sudden roar, the vampires lunged at the hunters, and chaos erupted in the chamber. The hunters sprang into action, their training kicking in as they fought back against the onslaught.

The tension in the chamber was palpable as Razuel, the vampire knight of the Tallen family, stood before the hunters, his presence commanding and menacing. The flickering light from the altar cast eerie shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles and predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Razuel," John Cooper replied, his voice steady despite the fear that threatened to creep in. "We’re the Golden Eagles and Blue Fangs, and we’re here to put an end to your plans."

Razuel chuckled, a low, sinister sound that echoed off the stone walls. "You think you can stop us? You’re merely insects in the grand scheme of things. The artifacts you see around you are but a fraction of our power. Soon, we will unleash a force that will drown this world in darkness."

Brixton stepped forward, his determination unwavering. "Not if we have anything to say about it. We won’t let you complete your ritual or harm anyone else."

The old vampire’s grin widened, revealing his fangs. "Brave words, but bravery alone won’t save you. You’re outnumbered, and my pets are eager for a taste of your flesh."

As if on cue, the wendigos, grotesque creatures with twisted limbs and hollow eyes, snarled and lunged forward, their hunger palpable. The hunters braced themselves, weapons at the ready.

"Form up!" John shouted, positioning his team into a defensive formation. "We need to hold the line and take them out one by one!"

The chamber erupted into chaos as the wendigos charged, their claws slashing through the air. The hunters responded with precision, firing their weapons and engaging in close combat. The sound of gunfire mixed with the growls of the wendigos and the hisses of the vampires, creating a cacophony of battle.

Brixton moved swiftly, dodging a wendigo’s attack and countering with a well-placed strike. "We need to focus on the vampires first!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. "They’re the ones controlling the ritual!"

"Ritual?! There is no such ritual here; you come here without knowing any!!! Razuel shouted.

The tension in the chamber escalated as the hunters fought against the onslaught of wendigos and vampires. Brixton's words hung in the air, challenging Razuel's confidence. The old vampire's eyes narrowed, and he let out a low, menacing laugh.

"You think you can disrupt our plans? You have no idea what you’re up against," Razuel sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "The ritual is already in motion. Hahaha, you have no idea what is really happening!

and you’re merely delaying the inevitable."

As the wendigos lunged at the hunters, John Cooper shouted, "Focus fire on the vampires! We can’t let them complete whatever they’re doing!"

The hunters rallied together, their resolve hardening as they faced the oncoming tide of wendigos and vampires. John Cooper, the captain of the Golden Eagles, took charge, directing his team with precision.

"Eric, Mia, cover the left flank! Brixton, you and I will take the right! The rest of you, hold the center!" John commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The hunters moved in unison, their training evident as they formed a defensive line. Eric and Mia took their positions, firing at the wendigos as they charged forward. The bullets found their marks, but the creatures were relentless, their twisted forms absorbing the impact as they pressed on.

Brixton and John flanked the vampires, their weapons blazing. "We need to take out Razuel first!" Brixton shouted, dodging a wendigo's claw and firing at the nearest vampire. The creature staggered back, but another quickly took its place.

Razuel watched the chaos unfold with a twisted smile, his confidence unwavering. "You think you can defeat me? I am centuries old, and you are nothing but children playing at war!" he taunted, his voice echoing in the chamber.

"Children? We’ve faced more uglier than you, you dumb fuck!" John shot back, determination fueling his every move. He fired at Razuel, but the vampire knight was quick, dodging the bullets with supernatural agility.

The battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the acrid smell of gunpowder. The hunters fought valiantly, their training and camaraderie shining through as they faced the overwhelming odds.

"Stay focused!" John shouted, his voice rising above the chaos. "We can’t let them overwhelm us!"

Brixton nodded, his eyes locked on Razuel. "We need to find a way to break through their defenses. If we can isolate him, we might stand a chance."

As the wendigos continued to press forward, the hunters worked in tandem, covering each other’s backs. Eric and Mia fired in unison, taking down one wendigo after another, but the creatures kept coming, relentless in their pursuit.

"Watch out!" Mia yelled, ducking just in time to avoid a swipe from a wendigo’s claw. She fired back, hitting it square in the chest, but it barely slowed down.

"These things are tougher than we thought!" Eric grunted, reloading his weapon. "We need to find a way to take them out quickly!"

Meanwhile, Brixton and John pressed forward, determined to reach Razuel. The vampire knight stood at the back, watching the chaos unfold with a sinister grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle. But in an instant Razuel teleported besides Cooper and pulled his fist back and stepped his right foot in front of him. And throw a devastating punch in the midsection of Cooper. And John was sent flying and lounging into the wall. As Razuel laughed, he spoke.

As Cooper struggled to regain his breath, his vision momentarily blurred as he tried to focus on the chaos unfolding around him. The laughter of the vampire knight echoed in his ears, a chilling reminder of the power they were up against.

"Now you will have a taste of a veteran vampire to a new bee. And that move I use is what we called hummer strike." He explained while grining.

"John!" Brixton shouted, his voice filled with urgency. He turned to face Razuel, determination burning in his eyes. "You won't get away with this!"

Razuel merely smirked, his confidence radiating as he surveyed the scene. "You think you can stop me? You’re merely delaying your demise. The ritual is already at it's first stage; coming here won't stop anything, and soon, this world will be ours. And all of you will become our foods. As he said that, he laughed so loud.

To be continued...