Bloodlines Legacy Arc 1 Eternal Night

Chapter 15: Strange Encounters

Olivia's mind floated in and out of consciousness, her body heavy, her vision blurred. The world around her was a haze of muted sounds and flickering light. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear voices—low, muffled voices that seemed familiar but didn't quite make sense.

Fragments of conversation drifted in and out of her awareness.

"She saw too much," Sergei's cold voice came through the fog. "We can't let her live."

"No," Violet's voice was firm, but there was an edge of desperation. "Killing her isn't the answer."

The room spun around Olivia, darkness pulling at her senses. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. The only thing she could do was listen, her mind trying to hold onto the words slipping through the cracks in her consciousness.

A new voice cut through the haze—Sora's. "I don't agree with killing her, but thanks to Sergei's reckless actions, we don't have much choice. If she talks, it could ruin everything."

There was a pause. Olivia's thoughts swirled, the voices fading in and out like a broken signal.

"Then we need to come up with another way," Violet insisted. "We don't need to kill her. There's another way."

The world went dark again.

Olivia stirred, groggy and disoriented.

Her head throbbed, and her body felt like lead. She tried to move, but something held her back. Blinking through the haze, her vision slowly cleared, revealing a

dimly lit room. The walls were bare, the air cold and musty. Panic started to rise in her chest as she realized she was handcuffed to a pipe running along the floor.

Where am I?

Muffled voices drifted through the door just a few feet away. Her body screamed at her to move, but she was too weak, the lingering effects of whatever they'd injected her with still clouding her mind.

On the other side of the door, the argument continued.

"We need to kill her, Violet," Sergei said again, his tone icy. "If she starts talking, it's over."

"And I'm telling you, we don't have to kill her," Violet shot back. "There's another way. We stage an accident. We make it look like an overdose in her apartment. She won't remember anything, and no one will ask questions."

Sergei scoffed. "That's risky. Too many loose ends."

"It's better than murder," Violet snapped. "You've already caused enough damage. Do you really want more blood on your hands?"

Sora's voice broke the tense silence. "Violet's right. Sergei, you've put us in a dangerous position. Killing the girl will only make things worse. But we do need to clean up this mess. We can't leave any trace of Ethan either."

"What are you suggesting?" Sergei asked, clearly annoyed.

"We go to Ethan's apartment, make it look like he left the country. That way, no one will look for him. It'll buy us time," Sora said.

Violet's voice softened. "While you take care of Ethan, I'll deal with Olivia. We make it look like she overdosed. No one will question it. She'll wake up in her apartment, none the wiser."

Sergei was silent for a moment, then he let out a growl of frustration. "Fine. But if this backfires, it's on you."

Inside the room, Olivia's heart pounded in her chest.

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The pieces were starting to come together, and the terrifying realization of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks. They were planning to stage her death, make it look like an accident, all to cover up whatever horrific truth she'd stumbled onto.

The door creaked open, and Olivia's pulse quickened. She forced her eyes shut, pretending to still be unconscious as the soft footsteps approached.

Violet knelt beside her, checking her pulse. "I'm sorry, Olivia," she whispered, her voice tinged with guilt. "I'll make sure you're safe."

The words swirled in Olivia's groggy mind, but before she could process them fully, she felt herself slipping back into the darkness. The weight of exhaustion was too much to fight.

The next thing Olivia knew, she was waking up again—this time in her own apartment.

Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes, the familiar surroundings of her room slowly coming into focus. Confusion settled in as she tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being at the hotel with Ethan, then... nothing.

Her head ached, and her body felt weak, as if she had been drugged. She pushed herself up slowly, only to freeze when she realized she wasn't alone.

Standing by the window, silhouetted by the soft morning light, was Violet, her face unreadable.

"Good morning," Violet said softly.

Olivia's heart raced. "What... what's going on? How did I... how did I get here?"

Violet remained silent for a moment, then turned to face her, her eyes full of conflicted emotions.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice low. "There's something you need to know."