The Vampire Detectives (Bjorn and Zyro #1)[COMPLETED]

34: The Untold Truth

Bjorn's heart pounded as he, Zyro, and Conrad hurried through the dimly lit corridors of the massive boat. The sound of their footsteps echoed against the steel walls, mixed with the distant howls of the werewolves outside. Their escape plan had gone sideways after sneaking past the initial guards, but they were so close now. The exit loomed ahead—freedom was within reach.

Just as they were halfway down the ramp, a sudden figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking their way. Kristina.

Her eyes glinted with cold determination as she raised her gun. Before any of them could react, she fired three quick shots, each bullet striking them in the leg.

The sharp, searing pain shot through Bjorn's body, and he collapsed onto the metal floor with a groan. Beside him, Zyro and Conrad let out pained gasps as they clutched their wounds. Blood trickled from where the bullets had pierced their flesh, staining the floor beneath them.

Kristina stood over them, her gaze emotionless, the gun still raised. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Bjorn. I have to take Conrad. He would be useful to my experiments."

Bjorn grimaced, trying to push himself up, but the pain was too intense. "Experiments? You're experimenting?"

"With vampires and werewolves. Sometimes humans." Kristina said, her fangs showing. She walked around us like she had a god complex. She had superiority over us. "Remember back in 1990's? Where people in Quezon City started to disappear and you guys thought it was the wolves? It was me all along, I kidnapped them. Experimenting them to be mindless soldiers."

"So, you stripped them off their emotions?!" Zyro shouted. "You're a heartless bitch!"

"And I'm proud of it." Kristina's face softened, but only slightly. She crouched down, looking directly at Bjorn. "You've been living a lie your entire life, Bjorn. Everything you think you know about your parents' death—it's all a fabrication."

Bjorn's mind reeled. "What are you talking about?" he growled, fighting through the pain.

"It wasn't the werewolves who killed your parents," Kristina said, her voice laced with cold pleasure as if she was eating an ice cream. "It was Vanong."

The words hit Bjorn like a blow to the chest. For a moment, everything around him seemed to still. Vanong? His mentor, his father figure? The man who had taken him in, raised him, and taught him everything he knew about the vampire world?

"No..." Bjorn whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're lying."

"I wish I was. But Vanong couldn't bear the thought of kill you." Kristina sneered. "You reminded him too much of his own son, who was murdered because he fell in love with a werewolf girl."

Bjorn's breath hitched as the realization began to sink in. His parents... dead at the hands of Vanong, not the werewolves he had grown to despise.

Zyro, wincing from the pain, looked up from the ground, his eyes narrowing. "You're saying Vanong... killed his own family?"

Kristina nodded. "He couldn't handle the betrayal. He solely loves you, Bjorn, because he saw his own son in you. But it wasn't enough to erase what he'd done. He's been living with the guilt ever since."

Bjorn clenched his fists, anger and sorrow swelling within him. He had always felt that something was off, that Vanong's protectiveness was more than just paternal care. Now, the pieces were starting to fit together, and the truth twisted inside him like a knife.

"Why tell me this now?" Bjorn demanded, his voice hoarse. "Why are you doing this?"

Kristina stood up, looking down at him with a mixture of pity and resolve. "Because you deserve to know the truth. And because Vanong's time is up. He's grown weak and sentimental. I plan to take what's rightfully mine, to become the leader the vampire covens need. No more council, no more elders. Just me."