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I jumped down and walked around the underground rooms, searching for anything that had not burnt. The fire had effectively completed its task, leaving no clues behind about the previous activities. The fire’s intensity incinerated even the bodies.

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The following evening, I invaded the Houses of Parliament, looking for one of the names that the commander had given me. The man was in his office, and I broke his neck. I rampaged through his room, destroying any computer disks or computers that I could find.

The paper files I gathered up and took with me and burned. I left to search for the other three names. Over the next few nights, I tracked them down. On entering the last office, I discovered the mastermind. A woman seated at a desk puffed up with her self-importance. My entrance startled her, and she gazed at me in horror.

Her thoughts screamed at me.Vampire, her mind shrieked. The fact she was female threw me for a minute, as I’d honestly expected a man. She reached under the table for something, and in an instant, I was at her throat and drinking.

I let her dead body fall to the floor and crouched next to it to peer under the desk. My instinct had been right. The idiot had gone for a gun and would have tried to kill me. I looked at her, somewhat unsurprised that a woman could show such ruthlessness.

Shrugging my shoulders, I did the same to her office as I had done to the others. The only difference was that I took her files with me as they named the vampires that had died in her experiments. I was shocked when I flicked through the file to see over fifty names on the list. It detailed how long it took them to die, and I was surprised when I read that they were not all young vampires.

A couple had been over a thousand years old. How could they have been captured so easily?

The recriminations didn’t matter. They’d been caught and killed.

There was nothing I could do about it now. What made me wonder was how so many had been caught. Over fifty had died in total had passed. Why’d nobody realised that they were missing? I know we are creatures that like solitude, but we do mingle with others, so why’d no one known that they were missing?

Whatever, it mattered little. No further threats existed.

Why am I drawing the eyes of the reader to us if I stopped all threats? Because as I said, you will think this is fiction.Basically, who cares?

Those who masterminded the experiment are dead, and who can prove if Vam’pirs exist or not? I couldn’t give a shit, really, even if there was someone who believed.Come and get me if you dare!

Chapter Twenty-seven.

For three nights after I killed the mastermind, I didn’t see Eden. Simply because I wished to ensure no others had knowledge concerning Vam’pirs. The Barringtons had contacts within the government, and I tapped them for intelligence.

They had no information regarding the experiment or the house. Good. It was finally over, and it was safe to roam the streets again. As soon as night fell, I drove to Eden’s pub and was surprised to receive a chilly welcome. That was unacceptable.

“What’s wrong?” I challenged.

“Jacques, I’m busy,” Eden answered and walked away.

“Eden, it’s Tuesday evening. It’s dead in here. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Did you enjoy yourself the other night?”

Puzzled, I looked at Eden, and then I realised what she meant.

“You saw me with Amelia. That wasn’t what you think—”

“Shit never is, is it? Jack often has the same excuse: forget the explanation.”

“No, I won’t. Amelia is an acquaintance. Actually, Amelia is the girlfriend of a friend of mine. James was in trouble and needed help.”

Carefully, I took Eden by the arm.

“Jacques, I’ve heard this all before,” Eden replied and pulled her arm away.

Fortune smiled at that moment as James and Amelia walked in. Arm in arm and smiling at each other.

Eden looked surprised.

Before joining James and Amelia at a table, I said, “See.”

“Anything wrong?” I asked them, concerned.

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