Zeke just stood there, staring at his phone, still dumbfounded. His grip tightened slightly, knuckles whitening, as the silence around him became deafening. He knew Simon was always like this—wild, unpredictable, always playing games—but hearing that word, "stalking," spoken so casually, so recklessly, made something inside him snap.
"Nonsense!" he cursed, smashing the phone to the ground without a second thought. The device shattered on impact, scattering shards across the floor. His chest rose and fell sharply, fury pulsing through every breath. Why were things going this way? Why did everything keep spiraling out of control? All he wanted in that moment, more than anything, was to kill Luna with his own hands. No hesitation. No mercy. Luna had done too much—crossed every line, burned every bridge. She deserved death.
He didn't remember having a single enemy before Luna came into existence. And now? Now he lived for only one reason—to end her.
He threw himself onto the couch with force, the cushions absorbing the weight of his frustration. Tugging at his collar, he tried to breathe, but it felt like the room had grown smaller, tighter, suffocating.
"Damnit! 'Stalking'? Unbelievable!" The word repeated in his head like a siren, shrill and relentless. Over and over. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples. He felt like he was going crazy.
Sure, he was ruthless—he never denied it. He hated humans. That part of him was clear, unshaken. And he was the heartless prince, feared by many, the one who didn't spare vampires who disobeyed the rules. His punishment was always swift. Brutal. Fair.
But this… this wasn't the same. He couldn't start killing his own kind. That would be reckless. That would be stupid. And Zeke was far from stupid.
"Luna is crazy," he muttered, shaking his head slowly, almost in disbelief.
The front door creaked open. Simon stepped in with that signature grin on his face—carefree, annoying, and entirely too pleased with himself.
Zeke's eyes narrowed.
"Simi, has anyone ever told you that you're a psychopath? Just stop smiling!" he snapped, his voice cracking with irritation.
Simon raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "What? Don't like seeing me happy? Because you're sad, you want me to join you? That's why you sent me to stalk a girl, right?"
Ezekiel ignored him, fully aware of Simon's character and his talent for provoking at the worst times.
"So, what the hell did you and Ragna discuss? Physio! Why did you go to see him?" Zeke snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. His jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
"How rude! I was just helping you, and now you're angry?" Simon scoffed, lifting his chin in mock offense. With an air of dramatic indifference, he turned and majestically walked upstairs, as if the both of them had simply been arguing about the moon and the sky instead of something serious.
Ezekiel was someone not to be laughed at or played with. His cold demeanor wasn't just for show—there was danger behind his silence. The only person who dared to push his limits was Simon, and perhaps the only one foolish or bold enough to get away with it. Though Zeke held onto caution like a second skin, that didn't erase his nature. He was a predator. Killing humans wasn't a crime in his world—it was survival. After all, that's his food.
And there was another reason behind his bitterness toward humans: Luna. She was one of them. A fragile, frustrating reminder of everything he couldn't be. He hated that. Hated how she stirred things in him that defied logic. To make matters worse, most humans lived blissfully unaware that supernatural beings even existed. Only a rare few carried that knowledge, and even fewer understood the weight of it.
"Simi! What's for dinner?" he called out, irritation lingering in his voice. The hunger had been creeping up on him all day, and now it was clawing at him from the inside. He needed blood—badly.
"Go meet Luna!" Simon shouted back from somewhere above.
The words struck him like a blade. Zeke froze. His blood boiled, his vision sharpening with sudden fury. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear Simon's head from his body. His fists clenched involuntarily, and his fangs itched to break skin.
But instead, he forced in a sharp breath. He shut his eyes for a second, grounding himself. Then, in a blink, he vanished from the hallway, using his vampiric speed to leap straight into the solitude of his room.
Emma got back home, and seeing Luna was asleep, she decided to cook herself. She headed to the little kitchen, surprising the staff as she entered with purpose. "Just assist me while I cook," she told the cooks with a small smile. They exchanged glances but nodded respectfully, standing aside as she began her work. Emma rolled up her sleeves, determined to do this properly. She decided to make the rich adobo, just the way her mother used to prepare it. The scent of soy sauce, garlic, and vinegar soon filled the air, simmering with a warm, savory aroma.
After she was done, she carefully arranged the food herself on the beautiful dining table. The dining room was big and spacious, its polished marble floor reflecting the light from the chandelier above. Emma set the plates down, adjusted the silverware, and stepped back to admire her work. For once, she felt like she was doing something truly meaningful.
When Luna woke up, she inhaled the sweet scent of the food into her lungs, eyes fluttering open as if drawn by the aroma. She stepped down from the bed gently, yawning as her bare feet touched the cold floor. Moving to the bathroom, she freshened up quickly, running water over her face to push away the remnants of sleep. Her movements were slow but graceful, almost as if she were floating.
After changing into something light and comfortable, she went straight to the dining room and was immediately welcomed by the sight of freshly prepared adobo.
"WOW," she gasped, eyes wide.
"Boss, please come eat. You barely eat these days," Emma said, stepping forward with a hopeful expression.
"You're so kind. Thank you, thank you," Luna said, more than grateful, which made Emma blink in surprise. The original pentegonist never said thanks. So why all of a sudden? But Emma didn't take it to heart.
'Maybe she is finally changing,' Emma thought to herself, feeling a small flutter of hope she hadn't felt in a long time.
Luna quickly sat down and started digging in. She hardly ever ate, so it felt like a blessing just to have a moment like this—especially after dying. The food was warm, rich, and flavorful. For the first time in what felt like forever, Luna let herself enjoy it without guilt or hesitation.
After eating, she made her way to the swimming area. It was big, elegant, with crystal-clear water reflecting the skylight above. After changing into the swimsuit Emma had picked out for her, she dove in like a fish, slicing through the water with ease. The coolness of the pool embraced her, washing away lingering tension. She swam with graceful strokes, her mind momentarily free from all burdens.
After swimming for some minutes…
"Boss… boss," Emma called out, her voice urgent.
Luna surfaced, brushing hair out of her face. "What's the matter, Emma?" she asked, confused.
"The omega black team said there are vampires in the area. You need to go to the DX club," Emma informed her quickly.
Luna's heart jumped up in fright. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze sharpened. She blinked the water out of her eyes.
"Now what?" she asked, confused. "Omega block team?" Another mafia empire, if I'm not wrong.
"Yes, boss. It's not good for the Ragoe vampires to be anywhere near the DX club, or everything you've built will be ruined," Emma explained, though she didn't even know why she was bothering to explain. Her voice was tight with tension, like she could already see disaster unraveling.
"What should I do now?" Luna asked, utterly confused. Her brows furrowed, the calm from earlier quickly slipping away like sand through her fingers.
"You need to go there, boss—so nothing goes wrong," Emma said, panicking. Her hands twitched at her sides, and her eyes darted toward the door like the threat might burst in at any moment.
Lord, can't they just let this lovely food digest with the cool water touching my skin? Luna sighed inwardly. How the hell am I supposed to handle this situation? A mere human. Am I supposed to go fight vampires like a superwoman?? Her head throbbed at the thought.
"Boss, you need to get dressed, please," Emma urged, her voice more urgent now, eyes pleading.
"Yes, of course. Let's go," Luna replied boldly, masking the chaos twisting inside her. Her voice was firm, but her thoughts were spiraling.
Luna, seems like you're dying for real this time, she thought bitterly, trying to summon strength from whatever corner of herself hadn't already crumbled.
They both headed to the bedroom. Luna moved quickly, peeling off her damp swimsuit and throwing on a blue short that clung to her thighs, stopping just above the midline. She matched it with a fitted blue shirt, the same shiny material hugging her curves. The fabric shimmered under the light like water on polished steel. She tugged on a pair of sleek, thigh-high boots—deep ocean blue and gleaming like glass.
Her long black hair flowed down her back, cascading over her slender shoulders like dark silk. She didn't bother with makeup—she never needed it. Even bare-faced, she looked like a seductive goddess pulled straight from a myth, dangerous and divine.
Without another word, they climbed into the black SUV. The ride was long—an hour that stretched like three. They didn't speak much during the drive, tension pressing against the windows like fog. The road twisted away from the comfort of Luna's territory, leading them toward something darker.
When they finally arrived, Luna stepped out of the car, the night air cool against her skin. The club loomed ahead—dark, loud, alive with heat and sin.
"Boss, you know I can't be here," Emma said quietly, her tone almost apologetic.
"What? Why?" Luna asked, brows pulling together.
"Because they're after me, remember?" Emma reminded her gently. Her eyes flicked toward the shadows. Then, without waiting for permission or reply, the SUV pulled away, leaving Luna standing alone at the curb.
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Ezekiel was still hungry for blood. The craving gnawed at his insides like fire beneath his skin. He clenched his jaw, eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight. The taste of his last kill had faded too fast, and now the hollow ache returned with sharp vengeance.
He decided to head to the DX club—maybe he could kill someone there to quench his thirst. A low chuckle escaped his lips at the thought. With that hunger guiding him, he left the house and vanished into the night.
Luna was very confused. The earpiece they gave her crackled in her ear, making her flinch slightly.
"Boss, it's me, Lena, the leader of Omega Black, do you copy?"
"Yes yes, Lena?" she asked, overwhelmed, eyes flicking around nervously.
"Yes. Go inside. We're on guard here. You just need to look closely for any vampires—we'll guard the perimeter."
Luna let out a breath and gave a low "hmm" in response. With a tightening jaw, she boldly stepped through the doors of the huge bar. The scent of alcohol and smoke hit her immediately, strong and suffocating. The place was alive with chaos—people smoking, drinking, laughing, kissing, grinding against each other. Loud music with a heavy beat pounded through the speakers, making it hard to think.
"Crazy, crazy," she mumbled under her breath, pushing her way through the crowd.
Her eyes scanned each face carefully. She moved quietly, slipping between bodies, trying not to attract attention. Everyone seemed lost in their own world, dancing wildly, their pupils dilated, their skin sticky with sweat. Something about the scene unsettled her—it felt too wild, too unnatural.
Minutes dragged by as she checked corners, booths, even the VIP lounge. Still nothing.
About thirty minutes passed before Lena's voice came through again, slightly distorted.
"Boss, you found another?"
"Nothing so far," she replied quietly, frustration edging into her voice.
"Boss, I think you should go check in those restrooms."
"Ok ok," she said, turning toward the hallway. Her steps grew slower, more measured, as she approached the back. Her hand instinctively brushed her thigh. With a smooth motion, she pulled out a small knife, its edge glinting under the dim light. She gripped it tightly.
Acting like a real mafia boss, she moved stealthily, her eyes sharp, her breath steady. Then she heard it—screams. Faint, muffled, but definitely coming from one of the restrooms. Her pulse quickened.
She pressed her back to the wall beside the door, counted to three, and then shoved it open with her shoulder.
Her mouth fell open.
"Ah!!"
The scream ripped out of her before she could stop it. In front of her stood Ezekiel—half-naked, his toned body pressed against a woman. His lower body was joined with hers. But that wasn't what made Luna freeze. His mouth was latched onto the woman's neck, drinking her blood with a hunger that made her stomach twist.
Her vision blurred. The shock was too much.
Luna collapsed to the floor, the knife clattering beside her.