Nocturnal I: Silver and Blood

Chapter 12: The Midnight Phantom and The Reaper

Eliza was soon going to become a corpse, she wasn't quite dead yet. The silver bullets that hit her pierced her through the heart leaving wounds that would take years for her powers to heal over, and she had that torn out throat, which couldn't self-regenerate for a long time due to the damage she received. She looked upon the stars blinking in the dark and her eyes watered, a simple reaction to her horrible suffering. However, she wasn't going to die suffering when her beloved partner Edward stood right above her, seeing how much pain was inflicted on her. Ed was not here to save her anyway since he had orders from Gareth to assassinate her and leave nothing behind.

"So this is how you are going to die? How pathetic, I expected more from a vampire who knows how to fuck a man. Yet, all you wish to do is drink blood and fuck. Is that right?" asked Edward as he flattened down his right knee looking down at Eliza's lifeless eyes with the look a true grim reaper.

Eliza replied with a nod.

"Hmph, It seems you can't even be able to talk now, but that boy is really something else. Look at how much good range he put in with those bloody shots on you. That's enough damage to even stun a vampire like you for a whole day. Now I am very self-aware how powerful you creatures are, thanks to my contract under Gareth, but this Blood Moon thing he's going to make happen, is gonna lead us to obtain all the tablets from that boy's hands, then that new world is going to be my revenge to those old men who exiled me are going to get what's coming to them," stated Edward as he walked around her body in a circle with both hands behind his back.

"You know Eliza as much as I loved our time in bed together when I needed to have you after hard days: I believe this is the end for you," he said, turning his head back at her.

Edward unclipped his metallic suitcase as it began to shift with the gears inside morphing into a large scythe. He aimed his Scythe right at her heart, slams the blade edge deep into her heart as clouds of blood spray upward and leave him with a face covered in it. The corpse begins to burn into a pile of ash like all dead vampire victims. Edward morphed his scythe back into a suitcase and leaves the scene whistling his favorite tone out loud as it echoed down the alleyways he passed by.

II.

Frederick and Adele searched around the office, as they were working to find documents or any papers leading to the Blood Moon Tablet piece, they also continued to make teasing gestures whenever they needed it looking through information left behind all over the room. Yes, it seems the two of them have become obsessed with each other after that kiss they shared from hours ago. However, important matters came first before they could truly be alone together again. Fred looked on top of the table of her desk and found a list of names, names of harlots and workers in her criminalized independent business. When he looked at the list of names he found one name in particular very familiar to him. He thought it was impossible due to this name being mentioned only by Jonathan Gregory and the name was - Abigail Gregory.

"It can't be!" He expressed out loud in shock over that name remembering the horrible story Jonathan told him about his missing wife Abigail.

"What is it?" Asked Adele walking up to him concerned.

"Adele, it involves my dear friend Jonathan who has been taking care of me he has told me about himself at one time. That one time he mentioned his wife who was taken by the Syndicate

and how he's been searching for her all this time!" Added Frederick raising his voice in shocking surprise.

"My God! Is she a harlot?" asked Adele hoping that the poor captured woman was not in any way a brutalized victim if she were alive.