My Werewolf Vampire Lover

Chapter 5: The Vampire’s Trial

The underground passage stretched before me like an endless abyss. Glancing up, I saw the exit leading back to the bathroom had sealed tightly, without even the slightest gap. Lowering my gaze, I stared into the darkness ahead, as if peering into an unknown chasm.

Suddenly, a mechanical, impassive voice echoed through the once silent corridor, where only the sound of my heartbeat had been audible. It wasn’t Matthew’s voice but rather that of an unknown mechanical system. The voice seemed to emanate from all directions, multidimensional and profound. “Passage 9 activated.” Following the announcement, a deafening series of bangs reverberated through the tunnel, and then the entire passage was flooded with blinding light.

Instinctively, I squinted and shut my eyes tight, trying to shield them from the harsh glare that pierced through the darkness. After a moment, I slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness and cautiously opened my eyes. Every few meters along the passage, powerful cold-colored lights embedded in the ceiling illuminated the cold, empty space.

Surveying my surroundings, I saw nothing but desolation, the cold concrete floor stretching out before me. “Looks like I have no choice but to keep moving forward,” I muttered, my voice echoing in the cavernous passage.

“It certainly seems that way, madam,” Matthew’s voice came from the micro-speakers around me, laced with a hint of mischievous amusement. Hearing his voice calmed the flicker of panic in my heart. I looked around and raised my voice to ask, “What’s the point of all this?”

“Take a guess,” Matthew’s voice was playful, as if he were toying with me. I shook my head in exasperation and coldly replied, “Never mind, I’ll just keep walking.” I didn’t expect him to give me any answers, so I began to walk forward with determined strides.

“Oh, before you go too far, you might want to take some supplies,” Matthew’s voice sounded again. “The area within five hundred meters of your current position is a safe zone, but beyond that, without some gear, how will you ensure you reach me in one piece?”

I stopped and scanned the walls. A section of the wall slowly opened, revealing a hidden storage area. Approaching it, I saw an array of familiar yet ominous weapons displayed within. These were tools of death that had accompanied me through harrowing days, now resurfacing to stir old memories.

“It’s been a while,” I murmured coldly, staring at the weapons with a mix of emotions. In those twenty intense days, I had learned to use them in the shortest time possible. Among the various guns, my favorite was the small, elegant “spy gun.” Meticulously crafted and cleverly disguised, it could be hidden in everyday items, making it incredibly effective. Of these spy guns, I had a particular fondness for the Chicago revolver. Compact and easy to carry, it had been ingeniously modified by the organization. The barrel split into six independent chambers, allowing six bullets to be fired simultaneously. Each bullet was uniquely designed, elongated and diamond-shaped, scattering upon impact to cause explosive damage, each one capable of obliterating a limb.

Without dwelling on the past, I quickly pocketed two small Chicago revolvers and grabbed some essential agent gear. Donning a blast-resistant mask, I prepared to leave the concealed storage. Moving cautiously through the underground passage, I spoke, “Matthew, something feels off.”

“Of course it does,” Matthew’s voice echoed in my ear. “Shi Yunqian, you’re just one hundred meters away from him. And he is something beyond your wildest imagination.”

I took a deep breath, striving to remain calm. “As long as it’s not a former top FBI agent, I can handle it,” I replied coolly, continuing forward. Fifty meters ahead lay darkness, devoid of any light, but I could distinctly sense a peculiar energy and the flow of power.

“Shi Yunqian, what you’re about to face will upend your worldview,” Matthew’s voice was serious and somber. “But rest assured, I bet you have a pretty good chance of not dying in there. If you do die, it means we were wrong about you.”

“Wrong about what?” I asked, my heart racing with anxiety.

“On the surface, our organization is like any other, involved in economic, political, cultural, and religious activities,” Matthew’s voice was deep and powerful. “But when I took over as the head of the Manhattan division, I discovered our deeper mission. Our true core task is to hunt a specific creature—a creature beyond the imagination of ordinary people. And it takes a very special kind of person to kill them. Fortunately, after sifting through countless profiles in the global database, we identified something unique about you.”

Hearing this, I tightened my grip on the gun. He was right; during my only assassination mission, there had been one detail that had baffled even me. But I had never mentioned it to anyone, lacking the courage to face such an unbelievable reality.

“Shi Yunqian, your next opponent is a vampire—a creature existing only in fantasy worlds and HBO shows!” Matthew’s voice suddenly became ominous and terrifying.

“Ah!” I cried out, a shadowy figure slashing past my shoulder. I dodged quickly, but the sharp attack still tore my clothes. Pressing myself against the wall, I felt the icy, terrifying presence closing in. Finding refuge in a small triangular alcove, I braced for the sudden assault. “It seems you’ve entered the fray,” Matthew whispered in my ear. “Shi Yunqian, cherish your life. To me, you are a rare and extraordinary existence.”