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

Epilogue: Through The Bloody Skyscrapers

High above the sprawling skyline of Manila, a hidden fortress stood, concealed behind the glass and steel of one of the city's tallest buildings. It was not an ancient castle as legends might suggest, but a modern palace of luxury, wealth, and decadence. This was the seat of power for the First Vampire, Godfrey, a creature older than history itself.

Within the confines of this fortress, a sprawling pool stretched beneath a vaulted ceiling. The water shimmered under soft lights, reflecting the decadent scene that unfolded. Godfrey lay in the center of the pool, naked and surrounded by an array of beautiful men and women. Their bodies intertwined with his, some lounging by his side, others draped lazily over the edges of the pool. They were his playthings, mere mortals enchanted by the dark allure of the First Vampire. They were unaware of his true power, blissfully ignorant of the creature they entertained.

Godfrey, his eyes half-closed, took a long, slow breath, savoring the night air. His body, though ageless, radiated an ancient power. His pale skin was smooth, flawless, yet beneath it lay the strength of millennia. His black hair, slicked back from the water, framed a face that was both beautiful and terrifying in its perfection. He exuded an air of superiority, the kind that came with being the original—the one from whom all others descended.

But tonight, something had disturbed the First Vampire's usual tranquility.

From the far side of the room, his assistant, a sharp-featured woman in an immaculate suit, approached. She stopped at the edge of the pool, bowing her head slightly, not daring to interrupt the quiet sensuality of the scene. Her face was cold and professional, but her eyes betrayed the seriousness of the news she brought.

"Lord Godfrey," she spoke softly, her voice careful not to disturb the languid mood. "There's been an incident... in Barotac Nuevo."

Godfrey's eyes flicked open, and the seductive haze that had surrounded him evaporated. His golden eyes, ancient and calculating, locked onto his assistant. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence hang heavy in the air.

"Barotac Nuevo?" Godfrey's voice was smooth, rich with an accent lost to time, yet there was a sharpness to it now. He slowly sat up, the water cascading off his perfect form. The mortals around him stiffened slightly, sensing the shift in his demeanor, though they still didn't understand why.

His assistant nodded. "Yes, my Lord. Vanong has failed. Conrad.Diaz, the Ghost Alpha, was revealed. There was a battle at the port. Johnny Cortes and Gadreel have fled... and Kristina is dead."

At the mention of Kristina's name, Godfrey raised an eyebrow. "Kristina... ambitious but reckless," he mused, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "She always played her hand too soon."

He rose from the water, utterly unbothered by his nakedness as he stepped out of the pool. One of the women quickly rushed forward with a towel, but Godfrey waved her away. His assistant continued, following closely behind as he strode toward the large windows that overlooked the city.

"Vanong... did he survive?" Godfrey asked, his tone devoid of emotion, as though the fate of one of the most feared vampires in the world was of little consequence to him.

"Yes, but barely. Conradand the others—Zyro, Spike, and Bjorn—defeated him. He escaped, but his influence over the Sanctum is crumbling. The vampires are fractured."

Godfrey reached the window, gazing out at the city beneath him. The lights of Manila twinkled like stars, unaware of the power that watched over them. He chuckled softly, the sound dark and foreboding.

"Vanong was always too soft for his precious Bjorn," he muttered, his reflection ghostly against the glass. "That's why he's never been a true threat. But now... Conrad Diaz. The Ghost Alpha."

The assistant nodded. "It seems Vanong's worst fears have come true. Conrad's powers are awakening. He's more dangerous than we anticipated."

Godfrey's smirk widened. "Good. Let him grow strong. Let him become a force to be reckoned with."

His assistant's brow furrowed slightly, confused by her master's reaction. "You're not... concerned, my Lord?"

Godfrey turned to face her, his golden eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Concerned? No, my dear. This is exactly what I've been waiting for." He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "For too long, Vanong has clung to his power. His antiquated methods, his fear of change... it has made him weak. The world doesn't belong to the old guard anymore."

He straightened, his confidence palpable. "This Ghost Alpha, ConradDiaz, he is the future. A new breed of power. And in the chaos that follows, I will take what is rightfully mine."

His assistant nodded, though the weight of his words left her uneasy. "What would you have us do next, Lord Godfrey?"

Godfrey turned back to the window, his eyes scanning the horizon as if seeing far beyond the city, far beyond the present moment. His smile was chilling, full of dark intent.

"Watch them," he said simply. "Let the wolves and vampires tear each other apart. When the time is right, I will make my move."

With that, he dismissed his assistant with a wave of his hand. She bowed and swiftly exited the room, leaving Godfrey alone in the dim light of the fortress.

The First Vampire stood in silence, his thoughts calculating the moves of the chessboard that was now the supernatural world. Barotac Nuevo, the Ghost Alpha, Vanong's fall from grace... all pieces falling into place.

--TO BE CONTINUED--