𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗢 my peaceful domain opened. Finally, the wait is over. Standing tall, with long hair that flowed down to his knees and a paleness to his skin, is the Zion Giddian. He's a vampire's nightmare. A Deablerie if you may. In seconds he was to my desk, his eyes a zombie like color where white should be. And instead of a normal color for his eyes, it's ash grey.

He's blind. One may think Vampires would reverse the psychology of it all, but I guess not all powers can heal you. I've been trying to find him after I encountered Lolita at Logan's mansion in the woods. Then when she left I really needed a talk with the greatest Vampire of all time.

According to Tana, they've got Julian, a Warlock. I did my research on him, but found nothing much. Just rumors that he's hot shit. Tana also informed me of him putting them to sleep with just a tap on the forehead and how he avoided Logan's rage attack successfully.

I've got to be careful, play my cards right if I want to win this brewing battle. Not to mention he's got Lolita, she's more than an Ace, or a trump card. She's the weapon we'll need to break first so I can win her over.

If she learns how to use all the powers she has, it's practically over. If I had Julian on my team, we could've stopped her. Apparently the Wiccan I killed wasn't Lolita's fixer. I thought she was, but she wasn't.

Pam herself told me a few rumors about the almighty Julian Omed, a Warlock's worst enemy. How he killed an in-its-prime, werewolf and a few vampires. Even scared one in particular away. It was said they were after him.

Tana told me he was protecting Lolita. Whatever the reason may be, I'll still need to watch my cards and stack on as many strong wolves, warlocks and vamps I can. The more the merrier.

"Why is it so hard to find you pale freaks?" I finally ask. He grins, looking amused at my opening statement.

"Is this how you great your guests?" Voice rich and smooth. Oh he's the real deal alright. Even by his tone he sounds like he walked out of the 1800's.

"Sorry I don't have any blood bags lying around." Another throaty grin. His fingers touched the desk. Nails sharp like knives protruded from underneath his skin and veins coat his hands. It was in a sickly looking manner.

Like he should be hooked up to an IV drip.

"Well, I don't blame you. You wouldn't know what I like either way."

"I want you to join my pact."

He grins a laugh. "And straightforward as well. I like the way you roll." My eyes stayed glued on his. Lolita's were black with a few red streaks inside of it. How abnormal.

"But why? What's your reasoning?" His nails dragged sheepishly against the wood, his eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"Well, I want to kill my brother for what he did to my friend and he has my mate."

"Petty revenge is it?" A rhetorical question. "I don't fight petty battles."

"Hm. I know a bit about you, and how you got blind." His eyes land back to me. "It's impossible for a Vampire of all beings to be blind. A wolf, sure, but a vampire?" I shook my head. "Impossible. But telling by everything I've been gathering...you were there weren't you?" He squints. "When Julian Omed was in his prime."

His brows dipped and his nails scraped against the wood. Zion pulled his hands back, set them behind his back and closed his eyes, exhaling a breath.

"Did he blind you? Is that why you ran?" I was going off of ideas and stories. But if it is true...then it's interesting.

My back hit the wall and his hand gripped around my neck tightly. His eyes turned pitch black, red streaks cracking through. Fuck that was fast.

"Who do you think you are to chastise me?"

"It's...all in the story. Isn't it?" His grip tightened. I knew it was useless to go against him. He's the real deal. "Think about it...you could get your revenge for what he did to you all those years ago."

"Julian Omed is not just a Warlock." Finally he let me go. I dropped to the floor heaving for breath. Disrespected in my own home?! If he wasn't so superior I'd have ripped his arms off. But with speed like that. I can't.

"Warlocks were after him, werewolves were after the girl. I only made a deal with Dagon because of what he knew about my father's whereabouts." He sighs. "But...I knew nothing going into that battle. Dagon died, my army died and I walked out blind. One hundred against one. Just one!"

I'd be frustrated too.

"You'll be dead in seconds."

"So even a great Vampire like yourself couldn't kill him alongside Dagon Rufuer. Seems like he's a hotshot."

"We gave him a hard time, trust me. But...something just snapped in him and he became something more, something beyond. Even for me I wanted nothing to do with him. But when Dagon took his last breath, I abandoned everything and everyone. As embarrassing as it sounds."

"So what did he become?" I set my chair back on all fours and took a seat. Zion combed his hair back and sighed.

"A monster really. But he's amazing to watch. If anything...I'd rather join them instead." He mocks. My jaw clenched at that.

"Do you not hate him?"

"Oh I do. But it's not worth possibly being killed over. I already lost my sight due to whatever it was he threw at me."

"We need the-

"What you need, is a strategy. A plan unseen by him. The girl isn't a problem really, not for me. But he will be."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"If I do agree on this idiotic plan of yours...I want his eyes and her soul."

"Lolita is off limits."

He drew a smile, his teeth sharper than a regular vamps. "Fine. His eyes and a help with locating my father."

His father. I narrowed my gaze at him. "Who is he?"

He grins. "Doesn't matter. Not for now anyways. Now...do we have a deal?"

Now I don't trust him. "Yeah. Deal."

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