Walking to a carpark, a location with a photo is sent to him on the phone.

>I’ve tracked with. Seems that it originated somewhere from Milford. The bat was spotted on a Mercedes Benz coming from Palisades Interstate 5.

>Owned by the Ford family, a woman named Margaret.

>Are there any historical records of vampires being buried here? This quite a big news that one can suddenly appear like this. Vampires in New York usually stay in the clubs and such.

>Still checking. >.<

>Alright. lol. But I’ll be heading to where that Benz is parked.

>Be careful Carl.

He then walks to Times Square and spots the Mercedes Benz parked on the side of the road. Merely skimming on its side, he could feel an awfully dark aura watching him. Squinting at the reflection, he could see a tall woman whose long flowing hair was being blown by the wind on top of the building right behind him. Slowly reaching for his phone, a garbage truck passing by rattles the street and with a loud noise. Takes his attention away for a mere second and already, the figure is gone.

Looking around, he sees nothing and feels nothing. Already, adrenaline was running to his veins but the young man kept his cool. Combing his well cared red hair, with a tight grip on his black briefcase. Carl takes a gander around the building and sees an entrance to Edison’s Hotel where the figure of the woman was located.

>I’ll be going inside Edison Hotel at 47th street next to Times Square

>Ok be safe.

He then enters the hotel. Having no time to appreciate its newly refurbished exterior, the man brushes past the woman on the desk and heads straight for the emergency staircase without care. Blending in with the hotel guest, no one even batted an eye at the dubious person that waltzed in. With an auspicious face, he starts running up the building’s stairs and reaches floor 25 where he could see the unlocked door to the roof.

Opening his briefcase, he checks his Glock 24s. Seeing that they were loaded. He holsters the weapons and then his ornate shortsword and combat knife. With peace in his mind, he breathes calmly. Letting his adrenaline cool while he messes up his hair, giving him a wild but stylish look with his three piece suit and black gloves. With steeled eyes, he rams the door and points his gun around looking for any signs of trouble.

In the corner of his eye, he notices a figure of a tall beautiful woman that seemingly disappeared. He walks to the edge of the Hotel’s roof and catches long golden blonde hair moving into the back of an industrial roof air conditioner. Running back to the stairs, he takes his briefcase and takes the rope and fire hose to rappel himself down. Without even breaking a sweat, he reaches the other roof and continues going through it. Ending up on the roof of a Theater on Broadway.

He once again catches something in the corner of his eye, on the edge of the roof far from the road. Without even making a sound, the figure seemingly jumped right in front of him and with a kick, threw him into the wall of a neighboring building. The young man grunts from the powerful blow and quickly goes to grab his shortsword but his free hand is pinned on top of his head and his other arm held by long slender fingers.

Opening his eyes, he met with a towering figure of a blonde woman with long flowing hair that reached the floor and was a few inches taller than him. Her make up and pretty face give him no doubt that it's a Vampire, with beauty no human could attain.

“Hunter. Thou’est happy greetings for werts effort. But alas, thou’s speed is meager at best compared to thine.”

“W-WHO’RE YOU?!”

“Oh goodness, feisty aren’t we?”

He tried battling her grip, but the woman wasn’t letting go and even tightened her hands a bit more. Pinning him completely on the wall as she loomed over his body like a beast that has cornered its food for the day.

“I am the Ancient Vampire Queen, the one that ruled all of the species of the land once upon a time and took my kin to heights no other conqueror or leader could even comprehend. And you?”

“Ancient Vampire Queen?! How?! Dracula never had a wife!”

“Oh, but I am not of this world, mortal, nor of this history at all. But I do like thy society’s depiction of my kin. Now, speaketh to me true and I shall let thee live for now.”

“As if I’ll talk. You can kill me right here right now.”

“Hmmm, I can sense it. The vigor of a youngin’, that liveliness in thou’s eyes. It makes me wreath with hunger. I wonder how thee taste’eth?”

“Turn me and I will die out. We’re in the open Sun you bitch.”

“Ah yes. Of course. The lowly weaklings that dare call themselves vampires roam this land correct? Direct me to them.”

“Ha, as if I’ll do that.”

“Thou has a British accent. I’ve met some of your people before. Odd fellows but deary with their words and humor. I hope you can be just as entertaining.”

“Let me go and we’ll dance.”

“If I let thou go, it wouldn’t even be a fight. At best, you could take on a Vampire Thrall. Not the real deal.”

Elizabeth leans in dangerously close to his face, with her devilish smile and pretty face. The man continues to fight for his hands and reach for his weapon. Soon, he stops to catch his breath and think. But out of nowhere, the Queen lets her hands off him. With a quick draw, he points his gun at her which she swipes away continuously. Every attempt he made shut down even before he could think of the next move.

“Thou art done?”

“Hah… hah… hah… what the fuck…”

“Surprised? I have told you, Thou risen far above other Vampires and the Sun no longer affects thee.”

“Heh, boss is going to have a fun time with a monster like you. Hah… hah… hah…”

“Hm. I’m sure he will. Now, answer me or I’ll cut thee into thirty pieces to be found days later.”

She raises her right hand and opens her hand as if her gloves had claws on them.

“As if I’ll let a Vampire Queen return to her subjects. I’m not that insane.”

“Oh, but you are already insane. Even with the deep feeling of my danger, you came here looking for fight and blood. Now look at where you are. Think youngin’ and know its better to fight another day than die in a battle where one's weapons haven’t changed a thing.”

“If I could delay you, then that’s all I need.”

“And then what? I’ll merely do the same to your boss. So better just do as thou say’et and be humble.”

“After what you’ve done to my Mom and sister?! Do you think I’ll let this slide?!”

“Now now, that’s them. Not me, you should be glad I didn’t turn thee into a thrall and be done with it. I respect humans more now that I’ve been with one. I want to respect thou’s autonomy, but do push me and I will do what is necessary.”

“Just who the bloody hell are ya’?! Carmilla?!”

“Haaaaa… this is getting tiring. Why am I connected to that novel so much? Thy’s name is not even near hers but near another woman from your past.”

“The Bathory’s?! Just what noble family did you come from?! I thought the Helsings exterminated the Lords, how can this be?!”

“Shush. Just be a good boy and follow my demands.”

He looks around weighing his options as the woman puts her hand on her hip, awaiting a response.

“What type of vampire are you looking for?”

“Any. Even a lowly mutt seething the night for blood to drink shall suffice.”

“How can you not find one if you're the Vampire Queen? Don't Vampires sense each other?”

“Supposed to be I can, but I think something’s different with the Vampires here that I cannot track them. Or it might be I am either underestimating or overestimating their presence as so far, I’ve only smelt decay and bore in the air of this lonesome city.”

“If I take you to one, what will make sure I won’t die?”

She puts her hand up her chin and looks up. He then looks up and the woman is already behind him. Looking down on him.

“Is that answer enough?”

His body instinctively swallowed his saliva at the scary and soundless movement of the woman. Not even his senses were able to pick up her overwhelming aura till she entered his eyesight.

“I’ll have to return to the top though.”

As soon as his sentence is finished, he is back at the staircase with his briefcase and a Crimson Vampire Bat on his shoulder.

“So it was you!”

“Hm?”

“On top of the bus.”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet? Haaaaah. The Vampire Hunters of my world would’ve had your types thrown to the wolves.”

“We’re not like the Hunters back then, those were the real ones.”

All the while, Elizabeth smiles knowing the man has completely opened himself up to her without even having to do much.

“Even then, you should live up to their names. They’ve been the most fun to fight.”

“You are something, Vampire Queen. It's strange, this is so strange.”

“Stop thinking and act. What is it with you modern humans and thinking? Most of the time this is what gets My Lord killed. Thinking is when you are safe, not when in battle. I suggest you walk now.”

He walks down and sneaks his way outside once again to the street where he walks amongst the crowd with a Bat on his shoulder. Most of the people were just taking photos and staring at the unique looking creature that sat on his shoulder. They soon reached an alleyway and lost the stares of the people and to a black Cadillac Escalade with police rims and tinted windows and a Government plate.

“We’ll have to stay till the night though. That’s when they mostly appear.”

“And why is thou here?”

“I am on a mission right now. It just so happens I came across you.”

“Ah, I see. I’m guessing my kindred is up to no good?”

“I hope not. We are suspecting that some bigwigs up on the Pharma’s are working with or are vampires themselves.”

“That is an acceptable conclusion. That is how I did. To take over an overwhelming enemy. It is better to not meet them in battle, but to where they make the decisions to make battle.”

“What do you mean by this?”

He slips his hand into his jacket and opens his smartphone and then opens the App. With fingers that already know where to go, he opens a call with his phone muted and no sound emitted.

“I once tried my hand at taking over the world. Experience from past wars where we’re all outnumbered and overwhelmed taught me much about having people inside and learning the workings of your enemy and then sabotaging everything before it even meets us or our soil.”

“So it's a possibility that the Vampires are actually up in the Government? But how is this possible? We have people up there too and there’s so far only been two recorded attempts by the Vampries to install someone.”

“Pfft. Do not make me laugh mortal. I’m already helping you all in return for helping me, one should already know.”

“Know what?”

“We don’t need to install a vampire. We can merely control one through lust or a promise of immortality. Humans are feeble and easy to control and fool. One doesn’t need to go as far as to install a vampire. That’d be a waste of time and effort.”

“Even then, we have access to all of their records. We even know how they take a shit and what they masturbate too. How?”

“Ah, I shall reveal the rest later. For now, one must uphold thou’s part of the deal.”

“Tsk. Well, it's still six hours before nightfall. I’ll continue on my recon mission then.”

“Alright, I’d also like to see this human marvel. This city that never sleeps.”

“Just when did you awake?”

“Yesterday. Before that, I went with a human who took me in for the night. A nice fellow.”

“How many people have you killed? Turned?”

“None. I am under contract not to do so.”

“Eh? How? So… you’ve not killed or turned anyone yet?”

“As I said. None.”

“Yeah right. As if, you're what they call a Purebred right? How can you not want blood?”

She then materializes the Chalice of infinite blood right in front of her and lands on its rim as she takes a quick sip of her Lord's blood.

“Get it now?”

“Woah, wh-what’s that?”

“It’s a Chalice that can produce blood infinitely. The purest of blood with the sweetest of taste, no other blood may compare to this. Hence sleep well, I shall not be going on sprees drinking the blood of peasants. Their taste wouldn’t even be worth it anyways.”

“I’ll be outside for a bit. I have a call to take.”

“... … … Take thou’s time. The afternoons young.”

Going outside, he closes the door and leans on it and unmutes his phone.

“Did you guys hear that?”

The old voice of a man then answers. “I’ve already written it all down. This changes many things. Herr Helsing, are you in this call?”

“Yeah. The Vampire Queen huh? I never knew she’d be real. I’ve only heard rumors of the existence of such a monster.”

“What’re my orders now?”

“Go as your tasked Agent Denton. She might prove useful for now, I’ll take care of everything when I arrive alright?”

“Alright Mister Helsing.”

He then lowers his phone and makes a deep sigh and hops back into the Cadillac. Starting it, he drives to Lower Manhattan and to the Financial District wherein he stops a block away from a huge glass tower with the name Marck & Co on its entrance and roof. He takes out his binoculars and starts skimming the entrance and exit of the huge structure.

“Though you might not need my advice, I suggest for you to head in through the back alley where deliveries are being made.”

“Huh? How did you know that?”

“I know what I know.”

“That was actually my plan already, I’m just watching out for any signs of strange activity.”

“Unless the Vampires here are far dumber than I expected. They wouldn’t be moving things out in the open at this matter. If they were, it would be far more hidden than they know. Now rookie, I suggest you enter through the back where there might be evidence for you to find.”

“How did you know I am a rookie? Even the other Vampire Hunters didn’t find out since I was an independent before joining the Order and knew my in and out when fighting your type.”

“Do not take me for a fool. I get it that you’ve only fought lesser ones, but you should start overestimating your opponents now, most of all when it comes to me.”

The barren and dry declaration with such a seductive and mature womanly voice caught him off guard, years of vampire hunting seemingly went out of the window as the sunlight hit the crimson vampire which just stared at him without care. He buries his head on his hands as he makes a deep sigh.

“Oh, Don’t go limp on me now, mortal.”

“Just give me a moment to process this. This… is something very new to me.”

A person then passes them, selling cute little plushies of animals which caught her eye. Without even making a sound, the woman opens the passenger side window and flies out to steal one. She did it with such speed and silence that the Hunter didn’t even notice it and by the moment he lifts his head once again, the Crimson Bat is resting its back on a plushie of a pink Hippo.

“What?”

“W-Where did you get that?”

“I think you have bigger things to put your attention to.”

She then looks at the road and he sees a Marck & Co refrigerated box truck driving into the back alley. He opens the glovebox and checks the manifest for the day and notices that no truck is scheduled to arrive till tonight.

“Huh.”

He then puts the SUV into drive, skidding a bit of snow into the sidewalk as he tails the Box Truck. To his surprise, it passes the building and soon enters an underground unloading terminal a block away from the target location. As the rigid truck disappears, he continues driving around the area. Checking every building and person and after finding nothing, he stops at an alleyway and puts it in park.

“We’re going.”

“Good.”

With the bat in his jacket’s pocket, the two sneak into the underground lot. Having a few guards out and about. He only had to show his Federal Agency ID which the Security Guards didn’t even question and let him in. After walking into the deepest part of the parking area. He finds the box truck parked up on the corner unloading heavy military crates with no markings into a tunnel with a sign that it heads to the Marck & Co building. He stood completely still in the corner of the shadow. Waiting for them to unload the entire truck, the moment the cargo doors are closed and the workers gone, he walks up to the cab and opens the door.

With a lockpick, he opens it without much effort and reaches for the clipboard in the passenger seat. Skimming through it, the entire list had no indicators at all and the only thing written was CARGO with no destination or time of arrival. He then runs to the tunnel and get spooked by the Queen in her vampire form again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

She then points up at the vents and the man nods. He follows its exhaust near the corner on where he stood and enters it. Crawling through it, they could hear the rattle of the heavy cart echoing through it and followed the sound while the Queen was gone. He soon finds a path that leads off the original elevator that goes somewhere else. He drops down and Elizabeth was already there behind him.

“Can you stop that?!”

“What?”

“The whole appearing out of nowhere. It’s creeping me out.”

“Goodness, really? Just open the door already.”

Opening it, there met with a long and empty hall that leads to a singular heavy elevator.

“That’s strange, that should still head into the building but… what part of it?”

“Hmmmm… are you sure you should be going there mortal? I sense that you might be going into an area far beyond your capabilities.”

“The more information I get, the safer it will be if the Order ever thinks of sending more Agents to this place. I’ll gladly risk myself if it means saving more people.”

“You are truly stupid like the rest of the humans. But that’s what I like about you mortals. Carry on.”

Before getting inside the door, the man checks around first. And sees the hardened cameras that litter the place, constantly looking around and checking each other's blindspot. The place was strangely barren and carts were left alone on the hallway without care and on the end is another elevator that’s currently closed.

“Tsk, not even my jamming will do anything against that.”

“And there are no vents, what will you do, Mister Vampire Hunter?”

“Easy.”

He then closes the door and opens his briefcase. With a suppressor, he starts shooting at the cameras one by one and walks to the end of the narrow hallway. Pushing away the carts as the Queen kept a distance as her heels clack loudly on the tiles of the floor.

“Looks like they were bringing something up.”

“Silence.”

Elizabeth slowly turns around and notices the shadows on the ground, created by the left over cart moving into one spot and appears from it is a feminine figure covered in black ACUs and a holstered M4A1 Sopmod and a sheathed shortsword. The Queen was fast in her action, slicing the shadow before it could form just for it to run on the ground and to the Vampire Hunter which shoots the tiles, making it move around the small holes created by the bullet.

The Rookie Hunter jumps across the puddle of shadows just as a serrated triangular combat knife peers out of it with a gloved hand. Striking right at his heart. Elizabeth’s hand though was faster and tightly clenched the wrist of the attacker. Before it could once again disappear, she closes her hand. Crushing it completely and leaving a hand which sunk into the shadow.

“What a troublesome foe.”

She then takes out her own gun, the massive .50 AutoMag V sounded like a thunderous applause of the Gods inside the narrow hall. Its noise even makes the Hunter cover his ears as she demolishes the tiles completely. Forcing the shadow to crawl to the walls which she also shoots without care. On her open left hand, she materializes an ornamental longsword with gothic design. The shiny silvery blade pierces the wall and a grunt is heard as the shadow quickly pours into the messy ground.

“Who in the fuck are you?!”

Rising from it is a woman completely covered in combat equipment and weapons, she uses her M4A1 which the Hunter shoots, prompting her to dodge the bullets just for her to end up meeting the blade of the Queen, seeing the shiny weapon. The petite fighter uses her own shortsword which gets absolutely demolished by the longsword and into her head which completely beheads the woman, spilling blood to the ceiling.

Regardless of the fatal wound, the Vampire continued going and reached the Hunter who kicked the body away but with a swift move, immediately dodged his shoe and in turn, managed to point her gun at him. The man just smiled as he tapped the muzzle away. The beheaded body started to shoot but the bullets all hit the wall behind him. His superhuman speed made him continually tap the muzzle from his body and into a random direction till the body ran out of bullets.

As the magazine is ejected, the Queen with her bare hands forcibly takes out the heart of the Vampire without care. Punching a hole through the two kevlar plates covering its back and then nonchalantly dragging it out.

“Now, are you going to talk or do you want me to crush this? I don’t think the pain will be fun.”

She then picks up the head and places it on top of a cart.

“Ju-just who’re you?! The plan didn’t mention an enemy vampire!”

“Oh, so I am an unexpected visitor? Good. I like unexpected things.”

The Hunter then drags the cuffed body of the fully geared woman up the wall and points his gun at it.

“Let’s be quick for I’d like to get back home. What’re your superiors planning?”

“I don’t know! I was paid to ambush Vampire Hunters here and that’s all I was told!”

“Ehhhh, that’s sad. You're useless to me.”

She then pumps the body with the holy bullets of her AutoMag V and crushes the heart without care.

“Come on youngin’. For the Sun is still nigh.”

“W-was that necessary?”

“Of course. She was lying to my face. That’s the only end someone who lies to me deserves.”

“But what about the information?”

“There’s still more opportunities on the building itself. One Vampire won’t make everything disappear. They have a big operation here and we’re in the middle of it.”

“I’m just reminding you, but we’re nearing evening.”

“So? Let them come for all I care.”

The two then called for the elevator. To their surprise, when it arrived it was empty and all the floors were unlocked. Without missing a beat, the Queen pressed floor 140 and the Rookie quickly checked if his Glock was loaded.

“What a peculiar woman.”

A voice of a young man comes out of the speakers. With the camera inside the elevator zooming in on the face of the Queen.

“Nonetheless, my Lords wish to speak with you. Bring the human along, for the party is just about to begin.”

“I don’t like that at all.”

“Be used to it, mortal. Even on the fiftieth floor, I can already sense the presence of this man.”

As the elevator counts up to 140. The doors slide open to reveal a hotel-like hallway leading to a wooden door to the CEO’s office. As they both walked to the door, the elevator behind them turned completely off and the doors closed. They then hear the door unlock and walk inside, where they are met with a huge open room with a giant glass window overlooking the entire city.

“Ah, that presence. I haven’t felt such an overwhelming thing ever since the age of the night. When I heard the Vampire Hunter who was supposed to check inside the Trojan Horse came with a beautiful blonde woman, I thought nothing of it. To think you are one of my kind.”

“Hmph. With such a small and insignificant presence. You dare level with me?”

“I apologize for my rudeness. I haven’t heard such a voice, such an elegant pose and respectful attire for so long. You exude the Royalty that I’ve been missing for centuries, the extravagance and power. How may I help you…?”

“You may call me Carmilla.”

“Carmilla? Huh, I thought it was crazy enough when my Lord called himself Dracula over the stupid novel from that feeble Irishman. I guess there is a trend to be seen.”

“I did not choose the name, you did. Thus I shall call myself that in your world. This foreign and unknown world that's ripe with food and technology.”

“So you’ve just awakened? Hmmm… I don’t remember anything about ships arriving in New York ages ago with Vampires on them. More so someone of your stature.”

“Now, where are your supposed superiors?”

The Vampire Hunter on the other hand kept trying to phone up someone but the entire room is proofed to the brim and he can’t even get a singular signal even though he’s located in the middle of the bustling city of millions.

“Can you wait till… hmmm… eight o'clock?”

“You… dare make me wait?”

Without skipping a beat, the tall handsome man with slick back black hair is pushed to the glass with nothing but the mere presence of the Queen.

“I-I-I apologize to you Lady Carmilla. But my superiors are unable to be on right now, they’ve been very busy.”

“To think you were a vampire all along Wilmet.”

“Hah, don’t you even dare look at me Hunter. You look disgusting and reprobate.”

“Says the man trembling in the presence of a beautiful woman.”

“If you had tact and respect like a Noble. You’d know what she’s capable of and would also show respect.”

“I’d be careful if I were you Hunter. This man is a Lord.”

“What, my Boss has killed one before. How hard can it be?”

“Pfft… Do you think the man Van Helsing killed is in any way an actual respectful Lord? The moment he exposed himself to the Order, they had it coming. A true Lord knows when to play his cards.”

“Looks like you're playing your cards right now though.”

“Oh, I play my cards far better than everyone else. Do you know of that story from two weeks ago? With General Carters family getting murdered on the streets of Paris?”

“... …” Something clicked on the man and Elizabeth quickly placed her palm on his chest. “Yea, it was at a Bioweapons Summit and you were attending since your Mega Corporation owns one of the Institutions meant to combat the weaponization of viruses.”

Lord Wilmet then removes his disguise, showing his Vampire fangs and sharp ears to the man.

“I’ll only allow the woman to sit down, you stand human.”

“No, I want him to also sit down.”

“Bu-but Lady-”

Elizabeth points her finger at him and with a cast of wind magic. Sends a huge bullet to the man's torso. Blowing it apart and splattering the huge glass with blood and flesh just for it all to burn up and his body back to its original form, even his suit was squeaky clean once again.

“Point taken. You may sit down as a human but only on the Sofa the Lady sits down in.”

She picks the one that has the best view of the city and steals some of the finely aged Wine on a platter with ice and a wine glass. She then sits down as if she owned the place, crossing her legs and her peering emerald coloured vampiric eyes looking down on the city below as the Hunter kept trying to get a signal.

“Stop it.”

“Tsk. This is bad. The last place they’ll get my signal is this place. Boss will surely think I was captured and the elevator is gone.”

“Have no worry, I can just as quickly get out of this place if need be. The window in front of us is thick, thick enough to stop the UV rays of the Sun from melting that smug face of Lord Wilmet. But it's nothing to my strength.”

Quickly appearing behind them, the CEO stands behind her. Skimming the top of the Sofa as he took a spare Wine Glass and started drinking the Wine. Watching the blonde woman drink in silence while practicing royal manners without care.

“So… Lady Carmilla. May I ask why you were called this?”

“A bunch of humans from this place recovered my tomb and dug it up. The fools opened Pandora’s Box as you say and unleashed me. I was dubbed thee due to thou’s history of drinking the blood of many many people.”

“Were these blood from young noble women too?”

“Of course, those tasted the sweetest and most innocent. It makes me shiver to this day, remembering the baths I have taken with that blood.”

“Wow, Blood baths. I’ve only heard a few ways to be able to do that. Just how rich were you?”

“Richer than your dreams. I had my own Castle and two Manors all to my name. My own personal Legion of Knights and servants from all walks of life.”

“Then, I’m sure the Dark Council will have a grand time talking to you Lady Carmilla.”

After an hour of waiting, a man in full combat gear rings up the main door which he opens and the guy didn’t even look like a PMC but a full blown soldier of a Nation.

“M’Lord.”

“Hm, Lieutenant. How are the preparations?”

“It’s going to be done soon M’Lord. All units are ready to spring into action and we have far more than the expected number of Vampire Hunters flying to New York as we speak.”

“And the World Council?”

“The deal has been struck, M'Lord. The Eight o’clock meeting shall proceed.”

“Hah those fools! I knew they’d be far too feeble to resist the call of immortality. Then, carry on with whatever is being done.”

“And him sir?”

“Leave him and before you go, give respect to the Lady.”

“Lady. I am Lieutenant Davis, Harris Davis. Former United States Marine Corps Sergeant.”

“Lady Carmilla, what’re you fools planning right now?”

“Uhm…”

“Go on, do you want to be turned into mist?”

“M’Lord has planned for at least a majority of the Vampire Hunters to arrive here and be trapped after the leak of our plans of using a bioweapon to exterminate the human population.”

“Now who is the fool who’ll fall with that?”

“Ah ah ah Lady Carmilla. We also bought up the lie that we have made and synthesized Artificial Blood. Making humanity a naught to our future.”

“Mister Denton, I think you have to go now.”

“I apologize, Lady Carmilla. But that cannot happen. He is our bait, trained by Van Helsing himself. I don’t doubt the big fish will arrive and take the bite for his Scholar and would be philosopher. Or had he already?”

“Doctor Van Helsing’s plane left Norway a few hours ago. Location to where it's headed its currently unknown M’Lord.”

“Ah! I do love it when an intricate plan all comes together!”

“And that Artificial Blood? Is it true?”

“Oh of course. My Company has been hellbent in making them in the mask that's supposed to help the humans. Though of course, we fabricated the effectiveness to a tad bit.”

“Mister Denton, good bye.”

Before he could say anything, the Queen turns him into a Pigeon as she punches a hole through the thick glass window and throws him out. Unable to fly, he only managed to flap his wings to a slowdown and reached the ground through a hard landing before turning back into a human. Taking the people going about their days to a huge surprise.

“It’s not like it’ll do anything. Even if we don’t kill all of the Vampire Hunters and they just packed and went home. The plan was already set in motion the moment he landed in JFK airport.”

“Now, tell me this plan.”

“You are far too kind Lady Carmilla. Far too kind, I expected that you’d not even see humans as anything more than Ants. Even more so that your hands didn’t burn in the Afternoon Sun. Just what kind of Vampire are you…?”

“One far above you.”

“Can agree to that.”

As he swirls his Wine glass, the man brings out his handkerchief and cleans his seat first before taking the place of the man. He then opens his palm and the soldier runs to his desk and hands him over the remote to the flatscreen TV on the wall.

“Dismissed. Still prepared, Helsing knows a Vampire capable of walking in the Sun is out here. He might still come.”

“Yes M’Lord.”

He then points at his back and clicks the remote, opening the flatscreen and it shows an Afternoon drama playing. He then switches the channel to the News.

“Wait a bit, they’ll turn to night news which includes geopolitical stuff in… ten minutes.”

“Hm. Also, your wine. What is this?”

“It’s Leroy Musigny. I paid over a hundred thousand dollars for that.”

“Hm. It’s well worth the price.”

Soon, it's 6:15 and the news changes on the current Geopolitical events happening throughout the world.

“In a shocking turn of events, the United States, China, Russia, and India has agreed to complete destruction of all their nuclear stockpiles and the start of a new era of peace. This has been a long coming from months of nonstop meetings amongst WEF and BRICS members and the world is looking with peering eyes if all sides are going to actually pull through with there words.”

He then immediately closes the screen and crosses his legs.

“What do you think?”

“Nuclear… I see. Dastardly good, and it seems not even I could stop this.”

“No one can. Vampires and Humans agree on it, not even you and your pretty French accent can stop this.”

“When?”

“We hope in a month or two. But knowing humans might take a year due to all of the complexities they’ve built with their systems.”

“It seems that I’ll be busy.”

“You woke up at the wrong moment Lady Carmilla. But after this, a new world awaits us. One far better where we no longer must hide. The culling shall soon begin.”

“I do feel that, I was in that position myself. But I never thought of the need to cull the numbers of our competitors. Vampires will always be sparse and few, the Gods didn’t give us a proper way to breed and are independent in turning others into Vampires. In the long run, that’ll never be enough.”

“And what do you suggest then? Continue living like this?”

“What else is there you want? You have eternity, you’ll live out far beyond the foundation of this glass building. You have access to wealth, money, beauty, and power. I’m telling you this as a warning, from someone who had done it first hand and saw its fall. It won’t be long and you will see the dystopic future you are breeding.”

“For the humans right?”

“Ahahahahahahaha!”

The maniacal laugh of the Queen echoed through the large room. Her fangs were bare as she continually laughed at the situation. Not letting up for a good two minutes till she stopped completely and calmly set down the Wine glass.

“You sensed them too?”

“One hundred and fifty four.”

“One being far too powerful to be a normal human.”

“I get it that it's Van Helsing?”

“Oh yes. That’s the moron whose great ancestor took up the name Helsing from the story as it was trendy. Who knew that move would get them thousands of Vampire Hunters.”

“And Dracula?”

“Vlad will be Vlad. That Romanian psycho is asleep though. No one knows where he is. He might be one of the only Vampires to actually become known in human history and be seen as a human even though he’s one of us. He did love Justina so much that the madman didn’t turn her into one of us. Leave us without a Queen till you come.”

“Oh please, my Queenly days are over. I’m merely here due to a mishap.”

“Oh no, I’ve been talking to the others. We think you're a perfect candidate. Carmilla, your name is already known and well preserved too. Such a woman of your stature cannot be left rotting in obscurity. Your witts, your scheming. I saw how snared that Rookie was, did you know I’ve tried that over and over again with women far prettier than you and not one of them worked?”

“If you think humans will fall for a pretty face then you're far too gone. They will… at first. But when they see who you are deep down, the humans will turn face and ignore you regardless of your beauty. Tsk, how pitiful. The humans won’t be defeated, I warn you now. I’ve tried and it all ended with the burning of millions of Vampires.”

“Not even modern weapons and technology, that all changes everything. We’re no longer in the Medieval era you know? We have weapons and biochemicals that can wipe out humans without care. But we need them for nourishment, so we have been busy building and planning for centuries now.”

“I also was. But even with all of that, it ended with utter failure. I shall watch from the sidelines and see how this’ll fan out.”

“What? A second attempt?”

“Hmph. With the intimate connection I’ve built with humans, I do not think I can push myself to carry out such acts for a long long time.”

“Oh, what a lucky person.”

“How long am I supposed to wait?”

“Just an hour now.”

“Tsk.”

“If you want, you can take a bath or eat some food on the tray there.”

Elizabeth then starts walking around the large office room as Lord Wilmet returns to his seat and continues his work on his computer. Looking at financial reports while chatting alongside other Vampire Lords who want to get all of the info about the mysterious Ancient Vampire that appeared out of nowhere.

Curiously, the woman takes a golden straight sword from the top of a cabinet and unsheathes it. Her hand slowly caresses the intricate designs on the blade as she checks out the hilt and then scabbard. Her eyes meticulously looked at the etchings on it and the silver color embroidered with the leather and gold.

“That’s very expensive Lady Carmilla.”

“And it's magnificent. Who is the smith that created this?”

“It’s made ages before my transformation. The only information I know is that it’s been used by a human Knight that bested Alucard and killed the one and only living Dhampir.”

“Indeed it can kill a vampire, the Divinity oozing from this weapon. Whoever wielded this is very religious and a sucking moralist as seen in all Monks and Priests.”

The Queen then elegantly takes the sword to the sofa with her as she drank the expensive Wine.

“Do you know of a place where I could build a Castle?”

“Castle? Not a mansion? Those are outdated, Lady Carmilla.”

“And what do you suggest? A stingy underground bunker? I’d rather have a fabulous Castle than live underground like a beast.”

“You have a way with yourself Lady Carmilla. I recommend maybe around Siberia where the eternal winters will make any invading force tormented and tired even before the siege begins.”

“Have one assembled then. Call upon the best engineers you know and I’ll talk to them about getting it built.”

“And what will it be for me?”

“Then, what do you wish for?”

Elizabeth sheathes the scabbard.

“I want to spend a night with you and if you do get a title above mine. To sponsor my rise to the Dark Council.”

“Hmmmm… though I have no qualms with sponsoring your title. I may not be able to be promiscuous at this time.”

“Really? With a vampire as beautifully divine as you? No time to be promiscuous? I do not believe that.”

The well dressed and handsome CEO stands up from his large chair and walks behind Elizabeth who has laid down the sword next to her. He leans down closer to her ear and licks it slowly.

“You taste magnificent Lady Carmilla. If you allow me this, I shall not only pay for your Castle. But also give you thousands of servants to defend and maintain it.”

Hearing this, the Queen turns her face to meet him, their eyes intensely gazing at each other. But Elizabeth kept a cool and calm demeanor, not letting up to his advance.

“What a playboy. But as I said, I cannot be promiscuous.”

“And why?”

“I have an already deep intimate relationship with someone else. I wish to respect this person's culture and tradition and reserve myself.”

“Lucky person.”

He stands up and pockets his hands. Walking to the window to look over the city as the time turned to 7:45

“Tonight at Eleven. I’ll be attending a party, some Vampires from Europe should be present there. I’ll have you meet them and connect.”

“Thank you. You know how to control your urges.”

“Though it's a loss, it's not like I don’t have access to a plethora of women and I’d rather not mess with the person that has taken the heart of a woman like you. I already know you can defeat me in a mere minute, that person you have intimacy with must be far more stronger than you are.”

“Oh, worry not. This person is not as strong as you think. Pretty weak actually and will die with a single swing of a sword, but has the soul of a Hero and an unyielding resolve.”

“That’s just as bad. Is it… The Impaler? Or someone from the Tepes family?”

“No. None from those families.”

“Huh, who could it be then?”

The curtains then go down slowly. Darkening the entire room as the lights go out and three large screens lowered itselves from the ceiling. It immediately turns on and a channel plays with the history of the Vampires on Earth. From the prehistoric times to when they came to fame with the stories from the Irish to their present status of mingling amongst humans in the upper echelons of modern society.

Elizabeth yawns at it as Wilmet hands her more Wine. This time an Italian brand which she also takes a liking to. After the third repeat, the woman is resting her head on her knuckle while the CEO sitting next to her is checking out the sword himself. Enjoying the scent of the woman that’s been attached to it.

Soon, the screens just stayed on and all of the sudden, multiple people wearing dark cloaks with their faces hidden by the shadows appeared. Elizabeth instantly felt the gazes of the powerful Vampires trained on her. Wilmet immediately stood up and bowed while she elegantly did a Noble’s greeting to them which they nodded too but their stares were still trained on her. More cloaked Vampires appear and some of them lean closer to the camera to have a better look at the woman wearing a Purple gothic gown.

Her emerald eyes seemed to shine a golden color in the darkness as they stayed silent just staring at her. Soon, one broke the ice. The olden ancient voice of the man sent shivers down WIlmet’s spine.

“You must be the one that took upon the name of Carmilla… just like our ancestors took the name of famous Vampires in fiction. Tell me, who are you?”

“Duchess Elizabeth Marie Bartley. Dubbed Carmilla by the Humans.”

“Ohhhhh!” The groans of the Vampires ranged from old to young, male and female. All of them were surprised by her presentation and voice. All of it hitting the boxes of each and every one of them. Impressed and dazed by her beauty and authority, they all leaned closer to stare at her even more than they already are.

Elizabeth could feel it all and she smiled devilishly as the Elders talked amongst themselves for a brief moment and all of them nodding.

“We wish to have a personal audience with you here. Come, you are invited to our labyrinth within the depths of the French countryside to our Manor.”

“I shall accept this invitation with gracious intent. I thank thee.”

“Thank not us but for your status and name. We are curious and wish to know more. Now, Lord Wilmet.”

“Yes, My Lords.”

“How are the preparations? Is the expected number of Hunters arriving?”

“Yes, My Lords. As planned, even Helsing himself shall be sieging the building.”

“Good. Be weary of the Vatican Church. We suspect they won’t let an opportunity like this slip away and would send their own Agent to help out. This shall be their first raid on a Vampire’s Lair for two hundred years. I am sure the Pope is excited about this.”

“We shall keep our eyes open. Not even the holy weapons of the Church will stop us.”

“Hm hm hm. I like that confidence. We made the right choice putting you there. Do not fail us Lord Wilmet, we aren’t even asking for you to kill Helsing. Just mount an unacceptable number of casualties and crush their morale. It’s a moron's endeavor to fully kill all the Hunters, they’ll only return in the future. Best we can do is cripple them while our long drawn plans finally begin.”

“Of course My Lords!”

“Now, Lady Bartley. Me and my compatriots look forward to meeting you.”

The screens shut off and the time hits 8:00 and an explosion rocks the building as multiple floors are lit up. Wilmet nonchalantly walks to the phone on his desk and holds the number 1 for 3 seconds and someone answers.

“Have my helicopter ready and Lady Bartley.”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to attend a party tonight with me?”

“Of course. But I’ll be late.”

“Alirght. Add another one for me, a female. Name is…”

“Carmilla. I do not want my true name revealed and used.”

“Carmilla. Lady Carmilla. Purple Victorian gown with frills and blonde hair. Thank you.”

He then walks to the door and takes his hat and jacket. Wearing them and taking his briefcase full of paperwork and other corporate amenities.

“I’ll see you later then.”

“Of course.”

“Watch out on your way out. I presume the Hunters destroyed the portal controllers as I only heard three explosions and that’s the exact amount we had. Hellish beasts will be crawling on the floors attacking anyone regardless if they're Vampire or not.”

She licks her supple red lips. “It shall be no problem.”

“Hmph. You're one hell of a woman, that I can say.”

Closing the door, the man takes an elevator. It reaches the top just before all electricity is cut and only the golden glow of her emerald eyes could be seen in the absolute darkness. Closing her eyes, she could sense the immensely powerful and demanding aura of a singular human taking the emergency elevator. This man soon turned to seemingly look at her exact position on the top of the building.

“Ohhhh, spicy.”

She walked to the elevator and could see the screen on the button saying the emergency lift will only reach floor 70 where an explosion was. She opens the heavy door and changes into bat form, the woman dived down till she reached it.

Already, the screams and groans of terrifying creatures echo through the other side. The moment she stopped at the edge to open the sliding elevator door just as a claw longer than her entire body pierces through it. With her AutoMag V out, the woman blasts through the steel door and she could hear the bodies of multiple creatures dropping dead. Without care, she kicks the heavy steel metal doors inward, crushing more.

Walking in, the blonde woman is met with a horrifying scene of a wolf and fox-like beasts with scaled skins of a dragon eating on Vampires wearing full combat gear. The wall and the ceiling was splattered with blood as more and more crawled through the doors on all fours.

“Ah, this is going to be fun.”

With her glass Rapier and the chrome AutoMag, the woman went on a killing spree. A genocide on epic proportions as she didn’t even give any of the beasts a quick death. Opting to blow their innards out first and having them scream in pain and agony as their blood filled the floor, covering the porcelain tiles.

“Mister Helsing, Team Bravo has entered through the helipad. No contact with the CEO.”

“I already told you that he would be far too gone the moment we arrived.”

The voice of a hardened man, a born warrior and leader sent shivers down the spine inside the tightly packed elevator of men and women in suits.

“Carl. Do you think Carmilla would still be here?”

“I am sure.”

“Now, what would her motive be to let you live? I find it hard for a powerful creature such as herself to let a rookie Agent out scoff free. She also didn’t drink your blood though that might be just preference.”

“I’ve never seen magic like that either. She turned me into a Pigeon. I’m still a bit nerve racked by that experience.”

“That’s usually how it is. At least you managed to land, that just speaks volume on her character. Everyone! You heard it here, prepare yourself. None of us may return the moment this elevator hits seventy!”

As he said this, the elevator dings as they’ve reached the floor. The door opens and a flood of red blood comes pouring in. Soaking their shiny leather shoes completely. Helsing with his neck length hair just looks up to see a seamless body of a curvy woman with black thigh high stockings and high heels pass the elevator without care. Running straight into gunfire as strange dark tentacles grabbed the bodies of the dead Vampires.

Even with a hail of M4A1s and M249 automatic weapons firing at her from multiple different angles and demonic carnivores ramming through the lightly padded corporate walls of the building. She didn’t break a sweat as she used both of her weapons, her .50 AutoMag V in her left hand, shooting the living crap out of anything that moves in her line of sight while the Rapier on her right hand brutally executed anything that got too near her.

“Hot damn, was she fighting with four inch heels?!”

“Carl, I’ll take her attention. EVERYONE! HEAD TO THE EMERGENCY STAIRCASE AND MEET UP WITH TEAM BRAVO! CHARLIE TO FOXTROT WILL CONTINUE TO CLEAN THE LOWER FLOORS!”

He walks to the hall. Blood splashing below him as it drips down the slit between the floor and the elevator. He swipes his trenchcoat back to reveal two massive .500 Smith and Wessons. Engraved on it are old Roman Latin Bible words and the holy cross. He twirls the two of them as he points each at the walls. Firing, the huge bullets go through the walls and into the office space. Upon contact, the blessed round disintegrates the Demons without care as it continues till hitting a tentacle and cutting it completely in half.

Elizabeth all the while in her enjoyment remembers she did this to find the source. The ringing of the powerful magnum round made her calm down and to check the surroundings. Ramming through the wall was Van Helsing himself and quickly pointed his Magnum at her.

“I’m guessing your Carmilla?”

The woman just vertically looked up till she got a pint of sight of the man. Putting her hand on her hip as Demons attacked her, prompting the woman to shoot them without even looking.

“Yes. And I presume you are the man named Van Helsing? Leader of the Vampire Hunters?”

“No really lady, just one of the most famous Order.”

“Ah, a man of leadership. You don’t look too bad yourself. Hm, you actually remind me of someone.”

She then pointed her AutoMag at him, the two of them pointing their weapons at each other as behind him, a large group of Vampire Hunters rushed into the emergency staircase to continue walking upwards to the upper floors.

“What a heroic man. Tell me, are you here to try?”

“Try?”

“Yes, try. Even someone like you can’t hope to hold a candle against my power.”

“I’m more surprised you don’t speak in Old English.”

“Thou art of a silver tongue. But thy’est beauty has no bound. Wert thee worthy of standing before’th me?”

“That’s more like it.”

He pulls the trigger and the bullet flies into her chest. The woman didn’t even move even though he could clearly see that her eyes followed it till it clashed with her gown.

“Hmph. These holy lead bullets won’t do much against me. Just stop.”

A tentacle appears from a voided portal behind her and she pulls it and cuts it with her Rapier while he got overwhelmed with hundreds of Demons that tried to go at once to kill the powerful human. He holstered his guns as creatures lunged at him at all sides and directions and unsheathed his oddly plain looking Longsword and Rapier to kill them. Even with his humanity, the man didn’t break a sweat when facing such numbers.

In his eyes, the man thought it was just another day at work and Elizabeth was a bit surprised at the lack of tension in his heart even after his bullet shattered after hitting her. She just stands in the pool of water as a slithering worm tries to creep up on her but being fixated on watching the human churm the Demons without care, she flicks her finger and the blood burns the Worm. A huge demonic hand then comes from the portal, and with a fast hand. The woman slashes the air and flying flaming blades of blood turns it into multiple smaller pieces.

“Helsing! Jump!”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it mortal!”

Seeing that more and more Demons are coming, he latches into a ceiling frame as debris falls from the burning lower floors. With the fire going upward to them. Seeing that things have gotten more out of control, Elizabeth burns all of the blood and she locates the core that reacted to the sudden explosion of temperature.

“There!”

She points at a part of the floor that’s in the middle of the mess.

“Where did you learn that type of magic?!”

“A Divine Creature taught it to me as a Christmas gift.”

“Alright! You and me, we’ll blast the concrete floor with our guns!”

The two run through the mounting numbers of beasts and tentacles. Slicing and shooting their way together and reaching the Core with ease. But the numbers were soon getting far too much even with them. Having no time to waste, Elizabeth with her dual .50 AutoMag Vs and Helsing with his .500 S&W Magnums pointed at the ground and opened fire. The subsequent barrage of bullets penetrates through the concrete flooring.

Powdering it without care and exposes a strange beating heart that’s connected to veins going underneath the entire floor. The two reloaded their pistols in a matter of a second while fighting Demons trying to overpower them both, the power duo then pointed their guns once again at the heart and started blasting till one of their rounds penetrated into his atrium. Bursting it completely, Elizabeth quickly notices the sudden spike in heat and energy. Grabbing Helsing by the collar and diving into the alleyway behind the skyscraper. “WOAH! HEY!” He tries to stop her but her grip was absolute and the two land on top of a Crown Victoria.

“H-HOLY SHIT!”

The two Cops scream alongside confused New York Firefighters as a massive explosion follows and the floors above and below where they were completely combusted. The veins turn into a dangerous concoction of dark energy and combustion upon the destruction of the heart. The Hunter groans and cracks his back. Planning on walking back in just to be stopped by SWAT and Firefighters.

“S-SIR STOP!”

“I have a job to do. All of you, out of my way.”

Elizabeth walks behind him and scoffs at his idea.

“You must be insane if you plan on going back inside.”

Paramedics then arrive with First Aid Kits and Bags, they quickly put a stethoscope on the two.

“She-she has no heartbeat?!”

“Oy mortal. Don’t touch me so freely.”

She nonchalantly sighs and walks next to Van Helsing.

“Aren’t you going to try to kill me?”

“Hm? I have no qualms with you mortal and I need you to survive.”

“Me? What do you know?”

More firefighters arrive, some bringing Tiller trucks with ladders capable of reaching the 50th floor as gunshots flare from the upper floors.

“Something not even you can not imagine stopping. It has already begun and I can only ask of you to believe my mere words.”

“Hmmmm…” the man then reaches for his radio inside his trenchcoat. “Units, what’s the status?”

“IT’S HELL SIR!”

“Retreat now. Bigger things are afloat.”

“YES SIR! WE ARE ALSO REPORTING HIGH CASUALTIES!”

“Hm, paramedics are already outside. I’ll sort this entire mess out tomorrow.”

He then faces her, ignoring the SWAT officers preparing to barge into the back.

“Shall we talk somewhere that’s far more disclosed?”

“Hm. Lead the way mortal.”

He soon leads her to an old antique shop a few blocks away. Everyone was too busy taking photos and videos of the burning skyscraper to care for the two people standing out in the dark night. Behind the cashier is a huge meeting room full of guns and ammo. With screens showing the map of the entire city and spooked the woman in business attire.

“S-SIR HELSING!”

“Don’t worry, if she tries anything. I’ll be sure to take her out with me.”

“Ohhhh what a lad.”

“So, speak your mind.”

An hour after explaining things, the business woman is unable to believe the things she heard. It all sounded like a grand conspiracy far beyond that of the Illuminati or tin foil hat explanations but Van Helsing wasn’t questioning but was instead nodding at some of the points she spoke.

Soon after, a horde of men and women in suits arrive at the shop. Their uniforms were wet and full of blood and all of them bandaged with bleeding wounds still. But they kept walking for blocks and blocks till they arrived back at their HQ. The first to go into the meeting room was the Rookie Carl who immediately opens fire at Elizabeth and the Agents rush inside to also start shooting. Their feeble bullets doing nothing at the woman.

“Are you all done?”

“Carmilla?!”

“Yes, it is I.”

“Lord Van Helsing! What is the meaning of this?!”

“She confirmed something I’ve been trying to unravel in Europe. From Brussels to Norway, to think it's actually real.”

He then starts nibbling on his nail, his face visibly annoyed and angered. As if it was the first time the man showed emotions. All the Agents just looked at him in silence as the woman in the business attire slowly peeks out of cover to see that their meeting room is now full of holes from the ricocheted rounds.

“And what do you want from this then?”

“Easy, I am building a Castle. One in the depths of Siberia and I wish for your Anti Vampire defenses to be set up alongside normal weaponry.”

“Hah, you’d be insane to think you shared ancient knowledge on how to kill your kind. To the most dangerous of them all, the Purebred Countess.”

“Countess? Since when was my title demoted? I was a Duchess before becoming Royalty, mind you.”

“Royalty? As in… Princess?”

“Pfft. No, I was Queen.”

“Queen… of the Vampires…?”

Everyone just looked dumbfounded at the woman at her confession. Not minding the fact that she’s surrounded by Vampire Hunters all still out for blood from the disastrous operation that occurred moments ago. Van Helsing on the other hand was seemingly running hundreds of calculations on his head. Rubbing his chin and walking back and forth.

“If we do this, do you promise not to drink the blood of innocent young women?”

“I have no need for the blood of young women. Though innocence tastes sweet, I already have the only blood I’ll never need to consume.”

Opening her palm, the Agents immediately raised their weapons just for an ornate Chalice full of blood to appear.

“This… blood. It's the only one I’ll never need and wish for.”

“What assurance do I have then? I do not want thousands of young beautiful women captured by you and their lives snuffed out.”

“Oy, My Lord wouldn’t want that so I have no reasons to do so.”

“Your Lord? The Vampire King?”

“No. A human.”

Helsing then laughs after hearing this, holding his stomach while the other Agents just looked baffled at what she told. Soon, they started entering the room one by one. Staring at the woman.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! A Human?! A Human?! Who is this woman then?”

“Not a woman. A man. He actually reminds me of you, acts all too nonchalant but inside. Is a mess from all the burden being carried by his feeble human shoulders.”

“A man? Aren’t you Carmilla?”

She walks up to him and whispers “I’d rather be called Bartley but that name is used by someone real from this Earth correct?” He then looks at her with a confused eye. “Isn’t that the same but worse?”

Sitting inside a comfy sofa. Squeezing the breast of a blonde woman in a tight dress with his right hand, and his left hand caressing the thigh of a brunette. Both are Vampires as a human servant gives him Wine. The two large wooden doors swing open and Elizabeth walks in with an elegant supermodel stride. Proudly brandishing herself to the room full of Vampire Nobles as she sat on the Sofa in front of Wilmets. The woman crosses her legs and arms, her finger tapping her long white glove that reaches up her arm just before her exposed shoulders.

The beautiful porcelain Victorian doll looked apart from everyone who was wearing modern suits and gowns. With her purple gown full of white frills and 4 inch clear white high heels.

“Ah, Lady Carmilla. Good to have you here. Fashionably late as expected of your kind.”

“Where is this person I was supposed to meet?”

Inside the well lit room, he couldn’t help but stare at her exposed collarbone. Perfectly showing the golden ratio of her curvy slim body with a big breast size. He didn’t even notice it but he was already smacking his lips and licking the tips of it. Elizabeth fully sees this and grins, changing the cross of her legs. This instantly made Wilmet to squeeze the two supermodels next to him and a sexual groan of the two comes after.

“Lord Wilmet… oh your hands are so rough and yet…”

“Sorry ladies. I intend to enjoy the feeling but I’m a bit under the weather. Hoo.”

With her presence. Many of the other Vampires in the room, she could feel a want to approach and talk to her but being with Lord Wilmet and her aura alone. None of them has mustered the courage till one, wearing a black evening gown takes a wine glass. With long flowing white golden blonde hair, the woman walks up behind Elizabeth and leans down on the sofa. Offering her the wine which she rejects.

“Names Lady Rosemary Archard the First.”

“Duchess Carmilla.”

“You can use your real name here. Only the most lavish of Vampires are allowed to be in this party.”

“Carmilla.”

“Lady Carmilla, I’d like to ask your hand for a dance.”

“Oh, can you even keep up with me?”

“I hold great admiration for women like you. The type I strive to become one day.”

“Ha, it doesn’t take only admiration. Also experience and wisdom.”

“Rose, you already dig crazy dudes. Crazy chicks will only get you into worse off positions.”

“Wilmet. Unlike you, I know how to make a move.”

Elizabeth stands up and takes her hand. Smirking devilishly as the two walk to the dance floor.

“May I ask Lady Carmilla, but how old are you?”

“... …” Thinking a bit, she is reminded of a memory. “So Elizabeth. Get this, the Scientists did the math and minus the time you were in the Coffin hibernating. Your age would be One Thousand and Ten Years old! You're older than the oldest country on Earth if we were to add the time you were asleep! Amazing!” being reminded of her age. She lightly scratches her cheek and makes up something in her mind.

“Seven hundred years old.”

“Oh my! You are four hundred years older than me.”

“No wonder you have enough vigor to ask someone like me for a dance. But I respect courage. Keep up.”

Elizabeth suddenly pushes the tall white blonde woman up her body. Tightening her grip on her hands as she suddenly took the lead. Completely destroying Rosemary’s confidence and leading her to a short dance which Wilmet just laughs at how outmatched the European Vampire was against her. After five minutes, she returned back to the sofa. Leaving behind an amazed woman.

“You really like teaching lessons don’t you?”

“It’s part of the job of a Royal.”

“Funnily enough, she’s the one I was going to direct you to in your plan.”

“Oh, nonetheless. I still have to reach Europe immediately and answer your Lords call. I do not like being late.”

“Rosemary! Can you take Carmilla with you? Back to Europe?”

“Of course! My private plane will be taking me back to France. Lady Carmilla, where do you wish to go?”

“Burgundy,”

“Ah, the Elders have called upon you?”

“They have and I find their timing to be quite annoying.”

“It must be due to your powers and heritage, could you be nominated as the next Queen?”

“As if! I do not plan on being the Queen of anything! I’m already far over it!”

Next thing she knows, the plane has landed and a Private Military Contractor has led her to an underground bunker in France where she stands before three purebred Vampires wearing dark robes, shadows covering their faces.

“Begone Lady Rosemary, we shall talk to her alone.”

“Of course M’Lords!”

“Lady Carmilla, I am sure you have an idea of why we’ve brought you here. From the camera footage of you fighting Demons and before it got cut through the jamming of the Agents. You are far more than worthy to become Queen. Lead the Vampire kin to new heights.”

“Elders, I must say no.”

“But after the skyscraper. Even Van Helsing and his Order have come to silence. We may only assume that you had proven your point and had done what we were wishing to accomplish long ago. The complete stoppage of Anti Vampire Operations of the Hunters.”

“The time of my Queenly age is far over. I merely want to return to the shade of a man whom I’ve been desiring to see.”

“A man? Who is this man, Lady Bartley?”

“A soldier and a Knight. I wish to see his radiant smile and that stupid courageous soul that makes me tremble in love of a man willing to go the farthest for the sake of my safety.”

“Hmmmmm… but we require a leader to lead us into the future. A Vampiric future where we will be victorious.”

“Why not you Elders?”

“We are tired Lady Bartley. You might be a thousand or two years old. But me and my friends are here. We’ve lived for hundreds of thousands of years, we can no longer cope with living. Our final gift to the Vampires is an Earth where we may no longer need to hide in the night. On Earth where it's not made for Man… but made for Vampires.”

“Does mankind have a place in your future?”

“No, worry not. We plan on the total extermination of mankind. I also heard you want to build a Grand Castle, correct? We shall personally fund it. Pick a site in this world and we shall make it happen. But in return, for even just a hundred years. Lead our kin, become the Queen, stabilize everything and you may do as you wish.”

“You mean a hundred year contract for my service and in return, you’ll build me a Castle of my wish?”

“Yes. How matter how big or wide it is. We shall make it real. But in return, we require a hundred years of your service as our Regent.”

Elizabeth goes silent. In the middle of a dark room with only a single lamp to shine a small circle and the edge of the table of the council and the two large ornate steel doors behind her. She then closes her eyes and after five minutes of silence she opens her eyes and her hands on her side.

“I’ll do it.”

“Good. Very good Lady Carmilla. We must first check your purity, as a Purebred Vampire is seen more with respect than those with lower-”

“Let us be done with this. I have a list of demands that I want to have immediately done before the Apocryphal World End that you wish to detonate amongst the masses.”

“SIR! WE’RE DETECTING MULTIPLE LAUNCHES FROM THE MIDDLE EAST, RUSSIA AND CHINA!”

“HUH?!”

“SIR! WE HAVE TO CONTACT THE EU! WE’RE ALSO DETECTING MULTIPLE LAUNCHES FROM THEM! CONFIRMING MIRV AND HIGH YIELD THERMONUCLEAR BOMBS ALL FLYING INTO THEIR OWN CITIES TOO!”

“WOAH WOAH WAIT, THIS IS TOO SUDDEN! HAVE THE PRESIDENT’S PLANE READY AT ONCE!”

More and more alerts come blaring through the massive flat screen in front of them as their own Nuclear Arsenal begins launch processes.

“CONTACT ADAMS AIR FORCE BASE! CONTACT EVERYONE! DESTROY THE SILOS! DO NOT! I REPEAT! DO NOT LET THEM FIRE!”

Before the system could properly work and kick it, it was already far too late and the United States also fired its own Nuclear Arsenal against its enemies and its own people. Beginning the End of the World through the unapologetic and devastating Nuclear fire. Sitting inside a comfy Hallway inside a Castle. Elizabeth elegantly bows at the outside world before her Servants of Humans closes the windows and doors and she lays down inside a coffin.

From Los Angeles to Washington DC, Paris to Moscow, Dubai to New Delhi. Manila to Tokyo, Canberra to Wellington and Cape Town to Cairo. All of humanity within the blink of an eye, within the span of mere hours extinguished itself and thousands of years worth of history, art, and achievements. All razed to the ground without care as its most potent weapons are used against it to turn the planet to ash multiple times over as the largest Nuclear detonations occur inside the First World Countries.

Within the ashes of humanity, on two skeletons holding each other's hand on a lonesome bench on a burning city where the wails of the damned living echo through the streets are people of white deathly pale skin. Eternally handsome and beautiful, without human morals and culture. Trampling on the concrete streets with an army. Killing whomever remains and picking those worthy enough to become slaves or food for later. The remnants of humanity’s armies, throwing their flags and former hatreds to join together against an army that knows no death.

“TODAY! WE ARE ONE! ONE HUMANITY! ONE PEOPLE! EVEN AFTER OUR SKINS HAVE MELTED FROM THE RADIATION, OUR GAS MASKS PERMENANTLY PART OF OUR FACES, LET US FIGHT! FOR WHAT REMAINS, FOR THE LAST SOULS OF HUMANITY!”

The marching army of seemingly perfect people with sharp ears are ambushed by a rattling AH-64D Apache. With its kevlar plating almost gone and most of its outer skin blackened by nuclear fire. The two Pilots fire their rockets into it just for the missiles to be cut into pieces before even making contact. Rising from the car parks are Leopard and Abrams Main Battle Tanks, firing and rushing in guns blazing just for a piece of the Eiffel Tower to be dropped on them.

Deep within the Siberian winter, a coffin opens and blood is dripped into the mouth of a blonde woman from a Chalice. She rises from her slumber and the Knight kneels before their Queen.

“Queen Carmilla, it has happened. The Vampires now rule the world, but pockets of humanity remain at large. It is time for your rein as our leader to begin.”

“How typical of humans. Even after their world is burned, their cities razed, and everything they onced loved and cherished turned to ash that they still fight with such ferocity.”

Behind the Knight, hundreds upon hundreds of powerful Vampire Nobles. All wearing Gothic and Victorian uniforms, away with their suits and modern fashion and back to their lavish and expensive ensembles present themselves to their Queen, bowing down and kneeling as they await her order.