chapter four
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Chapter four
"I knew Morgan's stupid plan won't work. How on earth can he trust those creepy dogs on a full moon?” Jordan complained to Magnus, who happened to be the oldest vampire in the community now that the vampire king was dead.
“Jordan, I know. It was his decision to go alone. Unfortunately, those Michael boys double-crossed him.”
“Well, he got himself killed,” Jordan said, walking behind Magnus in the corridor.
Magnus exhaled, not wanting to have this conversation, but Jordan wanted more out of him.
“So what happens now?”
“We will have to wait for Tatiana. She was the last one to see Morgan.”
“What about the rest of the council?” Jordan pressed.
“Jordan, i said we shall wait for Tatiana,” Magnus said, ceasing his motion and turning towards Jordan.
“And where is she?” Jordan stared at Magnus.
“I am here,” Tatiana spoke from behind them, drawing their attention.
“Tatiana." Magnus said, with a little grin. He had been anticipating her arrival.
“Gather everyone,” she said. Magnus nodded and dashed away from the scene, leaving her and Jordan behind. She shot a glance at Jordan, who kept a moderate face.
“I will see you at the assembly,”
Tatiana said, tapping Jordan on the shoulder and walking past him.
Sooner rather than later, the entire group of vampires gathered around in a hall, and Magnus, Viccy, and George, the council members, stood beside Tatiana, who her self was also a council member.
“Before Morgan passed away, he left me with a charge. Morgan believes we can co-exist with the enemies, if we maintain our code –not killing humans for their blood, but instead, using the alternatives like animal blood and blood banks. He was going to strike a deal and make them see, but it was a trap,” Tatiana stopped talking and brought out his ring, placing it on the table in front of her.
“So what happens now?” Jordan asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. He stood in the front row, backing a crowd of over a hundred vampires.
“I think we should stop hiding and confront those creepy dogs in warfare.”
“No, I made Morgan a promise,” replied Tatiana, her voice firm. "A promise to show them that we mean no harm and that we have found a way to survive without killing people.”
“That makes us weak, Tatiana,” argued Jordan.
“Wrong, Jordan,” Tatiana retorted, her voice laced with determination.
“What about the rest of the nightwalkers, roaming free in the city and killing people?” Jordan posed another point.
“We will find them all and bring them to the community,” Tatiana declared.
“This is crazy,” Jordan muttered, clearly dissatisfied with the plan. He turned to walk away, but before he could take a step, Tatiana swiftly moved behind him and tapped his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, only to find Tatiana gripping his neck and pinning him against a pillar. Her fangs glinted in the light.
“Do you dare oppose Morgan?” she demanded, her reddish eyes glaring at him. After a tense moment, she released him, but he still walked away.
Tatiana returned to the spotlight, shooting a quick glance at the other three council members.
“Morgan chose me,” she declared.
“How can we be sure about that?” George questioned.
“She has his ring, his daylight ring, George,” Magnus interjected, trying to provide perspective.
“Morgan chose her,” Viccy affirmed, supporting Tatiana, despite George's opposition to her becoming the clan head.
George cast Tatiana a piercing gaze before turning away from the scene.
“With the powers bestowed upon me by the council, I hereby announce the new vampire Queen, Tatiana,” Magnus proclaimed. Viccy stepped forward, placing a crown upon Tatiana's head.
“Thank you,” Tatiana whispered to Viccy, her gaze shifting to her new subjects.
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Silas held the steering wheel with unwavering hands, his grip firm as the landscape outside the windshield blurred by. He reached up and effortlessly adjusted the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of Williams at the back seat.
"You're still giving me the silent treatment?" Silas asked, his eyes fixed on the mirror. Williams, however, appeared unaffected, his expression devoid of any emotion.
"Why are we even going to a small old town?" Williams finally broke the heavy silence, his voice echoing with weariness.
"Trust me, this town is a place with a rich, captivating history. You'll fall in love with it," Silas replied, a subtle smile playing on his lips. But even with his reassurance, Williams remained unimpressed.
"What's the point? We'll only stay for a short while and then run away like we always do."
Silas didn't utter another word, his silence speaking volumes. He removed his dark shades and they whizzed past a signboard announcing their arrival in Woods land.
"Seriously, Dad, what are you running from?" Williams persisted, desperately seeking answers. But his father offered no response, too engrossed in the music playing in the car, his head bobbing along in rhythm.
"Yeah, we don't talk about that, do we? After all, I'm just an 18-year-old kid," Williams muttered, crossing his arms defensively.
"Come on, Willy, just try to fit in. Stop asking questions," Silas urged, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. He continued humming along to the music, his head nodding along to the beat.
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