Chapter Three: Blood and Silver
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Sabrina Cuevas sat on the floor of her ruined apartment, staring at the bodies she had just torn apart.
Her hands were still shaking.
Not from fear.
But from something darker. Something old. Something she had buried so deep, it took blood to wake it.
She was no longer pretending.
She wasn’t a normal girl. She wasn’t just a grieving sister or a hunter chasing shadows.
She was a killer.
And she liked it more than she wanted to admit.
---
Isaac Hale stood in the doorway, soaked from the rain. His gray eyes locked onto hers. He didn’t look shocked. He didn’t even blink.
He just nodded, once. “It’s starting.”
Sabrina rose slowly. “What is?”
“The awakening,” he said. “You weren’t meant to be silent forever.”
She stepped over a body. “You knew this would happen.”
“I did.”
“And you didn’t stop it?”
“I didn’t want to.”
Her jaw clenched. “Why?”
Isaac stepped forward, voice low. “Because the real enemy is coming. And to stop them, I need the real you.”
She looked down at her hands. Blood under her nails. Her heartbeat thudding like a drum inside her chest.
“I killed them,” she whispered. “Without thinking. I didn’t even hesitate.”
“Because you’re not just a wolf,” he said. “You’re an assassin. And you’ve done this before.”
Sabrina’s head snapped toward him.
“What do you mean before?”
Isaac’s expression hardened. “You don’t remember… but you were trained. Conditioned. From the time you were a child. You were meant to be a weapon for the Syndicate. Until something broke the code inside you.”
Her legs nearly gave out.
She backed away. “No. I would’ve remembered. I would’ve—”
“You were programmed not to. Until now.”
She grabbed her bag, her knife, her keys—anything to feel in control. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I’m not just a vampire, Sabrina,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m a spy. I work for them. Or... I used to.”
The air between them turned sharp.
“You’re mafia,” she said.
“I was,” he answered. “Until I was sent to watch you. Spy on you. Report your every move.”
She raised her knife. “Then why are you here now?”
“Because I fell in love with the girl I was sent to destroy.”
Silence.
Rain tapped against the broken window.
Sabrina lowered her knife—but her eyes stayed locked on his. “How do I know this isn’t another lie?”
“You don’t,” Isaac said quietly. “That’s the price of dealing with monsters like me.”
---
An hour later, they were both gone from the apartment.
The place was burned. Every photo. Every file. Every body.
Sabrina didn’t look back.
She and Isaac moved through the dark city like shadows. Fast. Silent. She followed him down alleys, through tunnels, across rooftops. He knew the path well. Like he’d walked it a hundred times.
He had.
He’d been watching her for years.
---
They reached an old cathedral at the city’s edge.
Half-buried in ivy. Half-lost to time.
Isaac pushed open the heavy doors. The inside was dark. Cold. Quiet.
But beneath the floor?
War was waiting.
He led her down a hidden staircase. Stone walls. Torchlight. Symbols carved into the walls—wolves. Fangs. Eyes.
They reached a chamber filled with weapons and files.
And something worse.
Sabrina stared at the wall.
It was covered in photos.
Photos of her.
Everywhere. At school. In the streets. On missions she thought no one saw.
And beside them—files.
Sabrina Cuevas. Code name: LUPA-13.
Affiliation: Black Chapel Syndicate (former asset)
Status: Unstable. Dangerous. Do not engage alone.
Her blood turned to ice.
“You’ve been spying on me,” she whispered.
Isaac walked past her. “No. They have. I broke in here months ago. I’ve been stealing pieces of their files ever since.”
She faced him. “Why help me now?”
He looked tired for the first time. “Because I’ve done terrible things for the wrong side. This is my last chance to make it right.”
Sabrina stared at the file with her name. Then she picked up another folder.
It was labeled: PROJECT VEIL.
She opened it.
Inside were reports. Experiments. Names of children.
Her name.
Her sister’s name.
And a note:
Subject A: Enhanced wolf-gene assassin. Requires memory suppression.
Subject B: Full transformation failed. Eliminated.
Sabrina dropped the folder like it burned.
“They killed her,” she whispered. “They used her for testing. And then threw her away.”
Isaac didn’t speak.
There was nothing to say.
---
Hours passed in silence.
Until Sabrina asked, “What are you really?”
Isaac sat across from her, his expression unreadable. “A spy. A monster. A man who’s done too many wrong things.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She looked into his eyes.
And asked again, “What are you?”
He was quiet for a moment.
Then his fangs slid out—clean and silent. His pupils narrowed. The candlelight made his skin seem carved from stone.
“I’m a vampire,” he said. “Born into the Hollow Court. Raised by blood and silence.”
Sabrina didn’t move.
“I’ve killed people too,” she said. “More than I can count.”
Their eyes met.
Two weapons from different worlds.
Trained to fight.
Never meant to love.
And yet… here they were.
---
He stood and walked to the far wall. Picked up an old knife. Silver-tipped. Engraved with her family’s crest.
“This belonged to your mother,” he said, handing it to her.
Sabrina took it slowly. “How do you know?”
“I was there,” he said, voice low. “The night she died. I was ordered to watch. But I didn’t stop them.”
She stared at him, heart splitting.
“You let them kill her?”
“I couldn’t stop it then,” he said. “But I can protect you now.”
Sabrina stepped close.
Close enough to smell the danger on his skin.
“If you lie to me again, I won’t hesitate,” she said.
Isaac met her gaze. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”
Their hands touched.
Her heart raced.
She hated him.
She wanted him.
And deep down… she feared she was becoming something even worse than him.
---
Outside, something moved in the dark.
A new enemy.
Watching them from the trees.
And in the distance, a voice echoed through the rain:
“She’s awake. Kill them both before the truth spreads.”
- Writer
