Vamps in Chaos

Chapter Twenty-Four: Into the Council's Lair

Chapter Twenty-Four: Into the Council's Lair

The council building loomed above them, an intimidating gothic structure that seemed designed to make visitors feel as small and insignificant as possible. Ollie clung close to Babe as they approached, wide-eyed and whispering, "I know they're vampires, but did they have to pick a place straight out of a horror movie?"

Babe gave Ollie a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "It's all for show, kid. They probably think it's 'intimidating' and 'timeless,'" he said, rolling his eyes. "You'll get used to it."

Billy walked ahead, his composure unflinching. He glanced back at them, noticing the nervousness in Babe's expression. "It's a mere formality," he said softly, briefly touching Babe's shoulder. The warmth of his hand was a subtle yet comforting gesture as they entered the darkened halls.

Inside, the council chamber was as grand as it was imposing. Ornate chandeliers cast shadows that danced across the high stone walls, while a long, narrow table stretched the length of the room. Around it sat the council members, each one as stiff and ancient as the architecture itself.

At the head of the table sat Count Vladislav, the council leader, with his impeccable yet overly dramatic cape flowing over his chair. Beside him was Countess Isadora, decked out in layers of lace and pearls, giving off the vibe of a 17th-century oil painting come to life. And then there was Lord Ignatius, who sat silently, his stern gaze punctuated by a large, unnervingly watchful raven perched on his shoulder.

"Welcome," Count Vladislav said, his voice echoing off the stone walls as if he were delivering a grand proclamation. "We are gathered here to address matters of grave importance."

Babe fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Grave" was right—the council members were so serious it was almost comical. He noticed the way Countess Isadora glared at his casual attire and felt a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Billy," Countess Isadora said, turning her attention to him, "we have summoned you to discuss unfinished business—a matter that threatens our... established order."

The council exchanged meaningful glances, their expressions turning grave. Billy's usual stoic demeanor shifted, a flicker of something akin to dread crossing his face.

"Lord Darius," Vladislav continued, his gaze narrowing. "He has resurfaced, and he appears to be gathering followers again."

At the mention of Darius, Billy stiffened. Babe, standing close by, instinctively reached for his hand, giving it a subtle squeeze. Billy didn't pull away; instead, he tightened his grip on Babe's hand, his expression unreadable.

Ollie looked between them, confusion evident on his face. "Who's Lord Darius?" he whispered, keeping his voice low.

"An old... adversary," Billy replied, his tone carefully controlled. "One I thought was long gone."

"Precisely," Vladislav said, his eyes narrowing. "We have reason to believe he poses a significant threat. His return could destabilize the council's influence over vampire society."

Isadora interjected, her voice a mixture of disdain and authority. "Which is why we have chosen you, Billy, to bring an end to this potential rebellion. And we have certain... conditions."

Billy inclined his head. "Of course, Countess."

Isadora's gaze flicked to Babe and Ollie. "Your companions... represent a liability. We cannot afford any... modern distractions compromising your mission."

Babe bristled at her words, but Billy's calm expression didn't waver. "With all due respect, Countess, my current life has strengthened my resolve, not weakened it."