"Look who decided to show up," commented Donovan from the other side before standing face-to-face with the other vampire.

  "Look who decided to wake up. Did you have a good beauty sleep, Azazel?" questioned Joaquin, "I was hoping for you to continue your sleep in the chambers."

  "So that you could tell me goodbye while I am sleeping?" questioned Donovan, and soon Castiel and Luciano appeared next to Elder Donovan.

  The young students hurried and carried the injured to the infirmary so that they could be treated and wouldn't further end up dead because soon, these grounds are going to turn into a battlefield for the older vampires.

  "Get out of this place, Joaquin. You aren't welcome here and Veteris isn't yours. Neither is Willow Creek," stated Luciano, his eyes narrowed at the vampire he once knew.

  "You haven't changed much Luciano, always so quick to dismiss things, aren't you?" questioned Joaquin with a smile. He then asked, "I thought you never liked Azazel, what are you doing with him?"

  "Seems like everyone knows about it," Donovan murmured.

  Luciano glared at Joaquin, "Just because I don't like him doesn't mean I am going to sacrifice things here. Why do you even want these lands, Joaquin?"

  "Why?" questioned Joaquin, as if testing if the Elder vampires knew. "Because these lands are the birth of magic and great vampires. I want to own this place, and use it to build an army of vampires. The life that you so call by hiding from the humans. It is no life at all. It is time for the vampires to rise and take control."

  One of the hunters tried to sneak behind Joaquin, holding a wooden stake in his hand and ready to stab and end this vampire's life, who had been on a rampage of killing his people.

  But before the hunter knew it, something emerged out of Joaquin's back to catch hold of his neck. The people around gasped on seeing a black creature appear and kill the hunter, ripping his head off his body.

  "Looks like you have changed a lot since we last saw you," commented Castiel, keeping his composure as he stared at Joaquin's extended self.

  "My dear Castiel. I must say, you are the only one I have truly missed. Why don't you join me?" Joaquin smiled when he noticed Castiel did not respond to his words or move from his place. "It looks like the three of you have grown closer."

  The hunters, who were at a distance fighting the vampires, held a gobsmacked expression on their faces as they didn't know what was happening anymore. It was just because the vampires were fighting against vampires, but also, there was something sticking out of one of the strong vampires!

  "What the fuck is that thing?!" questioned one of the hunters. "Did we land into some fantasy world?"

  "That is a creature from the dark side," replied someone from behind, and it was Mr. Evans, who had appeared in the place with blood smeared on his face.

  The hunters quickly jumped away from the vampire, raising their hands to aim their weapons at him. Mr. Evans calmly questioned them, "Do you really think that you should be wasting your bullets on me, when that thing is the one who will send you to hell?"

  A young hunter questioned, "What exactly is that thing? A hybrid vampire?"

  "It should be!" replied another hunter. They then turned to look at Mr Evans for the right answer.

  Mr. Evans explained, "The vampire's thirst for power has made him meddle into the world he was not supposed to open. He probably opened it using the help of a witch, and the creature from the dark side, latched on to him. Making the creature part of him, and turning into his very own personal weapon."

  "How do we kill that?" asked another young hunter.

  By then, Mr. and Mrs. Davis glared at the young hunters, and Mr. Davis shouted, "You kill it with bullets and kill the one next to you!"

  "Good luck with that," remarked Mr. Evans with a charming smile. "Go ahead and I will see you in Hell."

  The people around broke out of their trance and continued to fight. The hunters, who tried to attack Joaquin, were killed in less than five seconds, as the creature attached to Joaquin didn't allow anyone to come close to him.

  "Kill the vampires!" The old man named Jack, who led the hunters group, loudly announced, urging the men and women to kill the night creatures until no vampire was standing on the ground.

  When Mr. Davis pulled the cork of the gun, ready to shoot Mr. Evans, the counsellor of Veteris warned only for the man to hear,

  "You should be careful while pulling that trigger, Sir. Especially when someone close to you is going to play for our team soon."

  Mr. Davis frowned, not understanding Mr Evans words, and then his eyes widened. He turned to look at his wife, who took a deep breath, a shudder escaping from her lips. When he turned back to look at the vampire, the person had disappeared.

  For a few minutes, Mrs. Davis had been feeling sick. Her husband came near her, checking her, before noticing her wrist had a bite mark.

  "When did this happen!? We need to get a cure for it!" he urged her.

  Mrs. Davis stared at her wrist, "Earlier when the vampire was trying to kill you… There's no cure," she shook her head, dread filling her mind. Because she knew exactly what this meant.

  She refused to accept it!

  Mr. Evans appeared again, standing behind the couple and said, "I have a quick cure…… if you want one?"

  "What is it?" Mrs. Davis quickly jumped at the opportunity.

  "I will give it to you but only one a condition," he offered them an unnerving smile.