Freya And The Vampire

EPISODE 3

MARSHALL’S POV

As I entered the lair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over me. The dark, damp underground cavern had become my sanctuary, a place where I could fully embrace my true nature as a vampire. The air was cool and refreshing, a welcome respite from the scorching heat of the outside world.

But as I descended deeper into the lair, I sensed that something was amiss. The usual chatter and whispers that filled the cavern had been replaced by an eerie silence. Even the faint sound of dripping water that had become a constant background noise was absent. It was as if the entire lair was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

I continued on, my senses on high alert. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. It was then that I felt Lucas's presence at my side. He had always been my trusted second in command, and I knew that he would be able to sense any danger that lay ahead.

As I turned to him, I could see the same look of shock mirrored in his eyes. He too could sense that something was wrong. We exchanged a silent nod, both knowing that we needed to be on our guard.

Together, we continued deeper into the lair, the tension mounting with each step we took. I knew that as the leader of this vampire nest, it was my responsibility to protect them all. But tonight, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were all in grave danger.

"What's wrong, Mars?" he asked, concern etched into his features. For some reason, he always called me Mars.

I shook my head, unable to form words just yet. Instead, I gestured for the classic music that was playing in the background to be stopped. Every vampire in the room stopped what they were doing, turning their attention to me. As the head of this particular nest, my every move was scrutinized, and the silence in the room was deafening.

I took a deep breath and broke the news to them. "Charles Trywolf, the greatest vampire hunter, is dead," I announced.

A cheer erupted from the gathered vampires, their joy palpable. But I called for them to stop, my expression darkening.

"Why aren't you happy?" Bret asked.

I sighed, the weight of the world heavy on my shoulders. "The association of vampire hunters has set a target on my back. They think I killed Charles Trywolf, but I didn't."

The room fell silent once more, the vampires exchanging looks of concern. They knew what this meant. The hunters would stop at nothing to avenge their fallen comrade, and I was now in their crosshairs.

Lucas stepped forward, his expression resolute. "We won't let anything happen to you, " he declared.

I nodded, grateful for his unwavering loyalty. But I knew that this was only the beginning. The hunters would come for me, and I would need to be ready. As the leader of this nest, it was my duty to protect my fellow vampires and ensure our survival.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the battles to come. "We need to prepare," I said firmly. "The hunters won't rest until they've avenged Charles Trywolf's death. And we need to be vigilant."

I made my way to my private chamber, the memories of Freya Trywolf flooding my mind. She was the daughter of Charles Trywolf, the very hunter who had been killed. Freya and I had met in the woods that night for the very first time. She had succeeded in tracking me down. Her words were hurtful. She had called me a beast. I had been taken aback by her words, for I knew that I was not a mindless creature. I was a vampire, yes, but I had feelings too.

Determined to prove to her that I was not what she thought I was, I leaned in and kissed her. At first, she had struggled, trying to push me away. But as I deepened the kiss, she melted against me, her defences crumbling. It was a moment of weakness, for both of her.

As I sat down in my chamber, I couldn't help but think about Freya. She was unlike any human I had ever met. She was smart, fierce, and unafraid to speak her mind. But she was also vulnerable, her heart broken by her father's death. I wondered how she was coping, and if she still thought of me.

As I sat lost in thought, Lucas barged into my chamber, breaking me out of my reverie. He came in with an urgent look on his face, and wasted no time getting to the point.

"Do you know anything about Charles Trywolf's death?" he asked.

“I mean, it’s just you and I here. If for a reason you didn’t feel like opening up to the entire nest, you know you can always trust me and you know I will always support whatever you do. Besides, Charles Trywolf had been a bone in our neck, a thorn that had to be removed from the world of vampires. He had been so focused on our nest in particular even as we are the cleanest nest of all the nests of out there. It just seemed like he was particularly interested in taking you down,” he said to me and I sighed.

"No, Lucas," I replied, "I had no hand in his death."

“Like you said he had been a thorn in our flesh and that really makes it easy for everyone to believe I was the one who killed him. That is what I am concerned about. If they are going to hunt me down, let it be for the crime I committed. They can think of hunting me down for breaking into the blood bank of the hospital last week and that was because we were running out of supplies and we needed to feed. They shouldn’t try to hunt me down because Charles Trywolf is dead,” I said to Lucas and he sighed and hung his head for about five seconds.

He looked at me intently, searching for any hint of deception. "Then what other vampire was strong enough to kill Charles?" he asked.

I shook my head, frustration creeping in. "I don't know, Lucas. But I know that I didn't do it," I said firmly.

Lucas nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. "Alright, but we need to be careful. The hunters won't stop until they've avenged Charles' death, and they'll be looking for someone to blame."

I nodded in agreement. We had to be vigilant, to stay one step ahead of the hunters. But deep down, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone else had a hand in Charles' death. And that whoever it was, they were still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again. Lucas said he had something to take care of so he left in a hurry.

As I sat alone in my chamber, my mind raced with thoughts of Charles Trywolf's death. The news had hit me hard, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of suspicion gnawing at me. I knew that the association of vampire hunters would stop at nothing to avenge their fallen leader, but something about the situation felt off.

As I thought about the possibility of someone else being involved in Charles' death, my mind turned to the idea that the Isidora's nest may have had a hand in setting me up. It was no secret that our two nests had a long-standing rivalry, and I couldn't help but wonder if they had purposely framed me for Charles' death to weaken our position.

The idea was both unsettling and infuriating. If it were true, it meant that Isidora's nest was willing to sacrifice the safety and well-being of their fellow vampires for their own gain. I knew that I needed to be careful and tread lightly, but the thought of being set up made my blood boil.

As I sat in my chamber, my thoughts racing, I knew that I needed to investigate further. If Isidora's nest was indeed involved, I needed to find proof and bring their treachery to light. It was a dangerous game, but as the leader of this nest, it was my responsibility to protect my fellow vampires and ensure that justice was served. But before anything else, I had to see my ex-lover Isidora.