Sword of Vengeance (Bjorn and Zyro #2)[COMPLETED]

31: Sword of Vengeance

Bjorn checked the time on his phone, it was already one in the morning. He and Zyro made their way through the halls, cutting through the last of Vanong's vampire assassins, the scent of blood and dust filled the air. Their path was littered with bodies, a testament to the battle that had unfolded. The adrenaline still pumped through their veins as they moved with urgency.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a familiar figure stepped into their path—James. His presence caused Bjorn and Zyro to tense momentarily, but the look on his face wasn't one of hostility. Instead, it carried a mixture of urgency and exhaustion. 

Behind him, several of Godfrey's men jogged and halted. 

"James," Bjorn said warily, wiping blood from his knuckles. "What are you doing here?"

James raised a hand in peace, eyes darting around as if checking for more threats. "Relax, I'm not here to fight. Vanong's assassins are still crawling everywhere. But I have good news."

Zyro, still on edge, crossed his arms. "What good news?"

"Spike," James started, catching his breath. "He managed to gather the remaining vampire allies—those who still haven't pledged to Vanong. They plan making their way to the LRT station. They're waiting there. He plans to transfer them over to the MRT to get to Headquarters near Ateneo De Manila University. That would be the only way to save our species."

Bjorn's brow furrowed in concern. "Spike managed to gather them?"

James nodded. "Yeah, it's a mess, but he pulled it off. If Vanong's assassins find them on the train... it'll be a bloodbath. He doesn't stand a chance alone."

Zyro exchanged a glance with Bjorn, worry flashing in his eyes. "We've got to get to them before Vanong's men do."

"What about Godfrey?" asked James. 

"He's dead." Zyro said, walking past him. 
"What about the headquarters?" James demanded. "This is Godfrey's legacy."

"This is my legacy! I've come to save my people." Zyro raised his voice, even more commanding that Bjorn was shocked to hear it. The vampires looked at each other. "My father sworn to be the protector of this bloodline but he killed his own kind in pursuit of power. He is no better than Vanong."

The vampires whispered at each other. James wanted to protest but there was no time to do that. There was a new hope in James's eyes. "Alright, boss. What do we do?"

"Let's get out of here."

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Bjorn, Zyro, and James burst out of the headquarters into the cold night air, they skidded to a halt. Their escape was cut off—Vanong and his assassins surrounded them, guns aimed directly at their heads. The cold, metallic clicks of weapons being readied echoed through the air, sending a chill down their spines.

"Oh, Great." Bjorn uttered.

Vanong stepped forward, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. "You thought you could run?" His voice was cold, dripping with menace. His vampire assassins, armed with high-caliber rifles and silver bullets, kept their guns trained on the group. "This is where it ends."

Bjorn clenched his fists, his body coiled for a fight, while James kept his hand near his hidden blade, his muscles tensed. But it was Zyro who stepped forward, pushing past them, standing defiantly before Vanong and his army.

"I'm not running," Zyro said, his voice steady but laced with anger. He stared Vanong down, unflinching. "You should be the one running, Vanong. Because you're about to face the son of the first vampire."

The entire battalion of vampires shifted uncomfortably, their eyes wide in disbelief as they whispered among themselves, casting furtive glances at one another. The rumors had circulated for years, but no one expected this revelation. The son of Godfrey, the first vampire? Here, standing before them?