My Werewolf Vampire Lover

Chapter 12: The Shadow Behind Matthew

At 12:45 a.m., the hospital room was silent, the only sounds my breathing and the occasional wail of the wind in the distance. I was about to endure half a month of detoxification agony here, but my thoughts drifted far away into the unknown. The entire base seemed to be asleep, except for the bright lights on the second floor of the central control room, like a lone star in the night sky, shimmering with mystery and the unknown.

Matthew sat in his wide swivel chair, back to the door, gazing into the endless night beyond the window. His silhouette appeared increasingly solitary and resolute under the light. Those yellow eyes gleamed sharply in the darkness, like flames about to erupt, revealing his inner complexity and determination.

“You’re here?” Matthew’s voice was low and cold, as if emerging from a frozen lake.

“I’m here to discuss the girl named Shiyun Qian,” the visitor's voice carried a note of severity and depth, resonating powerfully, almost piercing the night’s silence. He was burly, as tall as a mountain, with eyes that gleamed yellow like Matthew’s but more intense, more pure.

“Regarding her, I hope you don’t ask too many questions,” Matthew's tone brooked no argument. “Her existence is key to my grand plan.”

“Derek,” Matthew stood, walked to the burly man’s side, and patted his shoulder gently. “She is a unique vampire hunter. Her presence will be crucial in our fight against the dark forces. You must do everything you can to train her into a vampire's nemesis.”

Derek’s expression was solemn; he understood the importance and urgency of this task. He nodded, his voice firm, “I will do my best, but time is tight. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Matthew took a deep breath, looking out into the night. “I know, but this is our only hope. You must do everything to distract them and buy us time for our plan. Once Shiyun Qian’s detox is complete, her training will be in your hands. I’m giving you three months. In three months, I want to see a vampire hunter who can stand on her own.”

Matthew's words were filled with resolve and anticipation. His eyes burned with anger and determination. He knew the path ahead was fraught with difficulties and dangers, but he was prepared to do whatever it took for the lives corrupted by dark forces and the forgotten corners of the world.

The night deepened as Matthew walked alone outside Manhattan to a hill known as “Bone Forest.” The trees swayed gracefully under the moonlight, adding a touch of mystery and eeriness to the quiet night. He passed through dense woods to a forgotten valley—Sleepy Hollow.

At the valley’s bottom, the campfire flickered uncertainly in the night, contrasting starkly with the surrounding darkness. The solitary cabin in the firelight appeared like a lonely sentinel, watching over the forgotten land.

“He’s here,” a deep, shadowy voice emanated from the cabin as if calling from the depths of hell. A wooden staff by the window fell, and a black Persian cat with blue and yellow eyes curiously eyed the uninvited guest.

With a creak, the wooden door slowly opened, revealing Matthew’s familiar figure. He stepped inside with determined strides, eyes fixed on the woman in a witch’s robe. Her red witch’s hat covered most of her face, leaving only her deep-set eyes and tightly closed lips visible.

“How are things progressing?” The witch’s voice was husky and mysterious. “Are they proceeding as planned?”

“Everything is under control,” Matthew replied, sitting on a moss-covered rocking chair. “But regarding Shiyun Qian’s training...” He paused before continuing, “I need your help.”

The witch was momentarily surprised, then sighed softly. “Vampire hunters are even more enigmatic than vampires. I know a bit, but her awakening is beyond my control.”

Matthew frowned at this. “I know it’s difficult, but I can’t wait. The dark forces are growing stronger. We must act quickly.”

The witch was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, “Perhaps... we can try some ancient methods, but I can’t guarantee success.”

Determination flashed in Matthew’s eyes. “As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I won’t give up.”

Late into the night, the flickering light in the cabin swayed in the dark. The conversation between Matthew and the witch echoed through the night, adding to the mystery and eeriness. In this long night, a life-and-death struggle was quietly unfolding...

As the black forest slowly swallowed his silhouette, it faded into the night.