Secret Bloodline

Massacre

Inside the ballroom, several ferals attack fleeing partygoers, tearing them apart in bloody sprays.

"Oh my God!" Camila gags, feeling like she's going to faint at the sight unfolding in front of her.

"Both of you, run, now!" Zayn demands.

Dinah starts to pull Camila away but she grabs Zayn's sleeve until he turns to look at her.

"Zayn!" Camila pleads.

"I'll be fine, I promise. Now, go!" He says.

Dinah and Camila try to escape out of a back entrance but stop as ferals attack guests outside, ripping through waves of vampires in the gardens.

"Where... Where do we..." Dinah stutters.

"In here! Quick!" Camila pulls Dinah into a nearby pantry and closes the door behind them.

"Camila," Dinah taps the girl on the shoulder.

Camila turns around to see a dozen terrified servants cowering in a pantry full of extra dishes and cases of wine.

"Please don't hurt us," A waiter pleads.

"It's okay. We're hiding just like you," Camila reassures him.

Outside, Camila hears screams and snarls, shattering of glass, the crunching of bones.

"The door doesn't lock," Dinah points out.

"Help me keep it shut," Camila says.

Camila and Dinah as well as a few others lean against the door to keep it closed, but then banging begins on the other side.

"Help! Let me in!"

"It's Marcel! Open the door!" Camila says.

"No! Don't do it!" A servant pleads.

"Help! They're killing us all! Open the door!" Marcel pleads.

"What do we do?" Dinah asks.

"Please! Help! There's one coming right for me!" Marcel cries.

"We have to let him in!" Camila says.

Before anyone can stop her, she opens the door a few inches, trying to let Marcel slip in. "Grab onto us!" Camila says.

The brunette and Dinah reach out and grab Marcel's hand and try to pull him inside.

"Bless you two! I-"

But the feral leaps on him from behind and drags him away.

"No!" Marcel screams.

The feral tears into Marcel, leaving Camila holding his decapitated arm.

"Holy!" Dinah screams.

Camila looks down at Marcel's arm and drops it as the servants rush over, slamming the door shut.

"Marcel," Dinah lets out a sob.

"He... Oh my God..." A tear runs down Camila's cheek.

The sounds of crashing bodies, muffled screams, growls, and roars continue on the other side of the door.

"We can't hide in here forever," Camila speaks.

"They'll eventually find us and then were as good as gone," Dinah frowns.

"And if they bite you, you'll turn into one of them," Camila frowns.

"No. Never. I'm not going out like that," Dinah shakes her head.