The Dhampir Dimension: Starblood

By Viktoria Alukard

"Starblood" is the last installment of the Dhampir Dimension series, in which the New Selenian coven is living during a time of serenity in the year 2022. Enttu has become a successful attorney in Tokyo, where both him and his wife Regina live a domesticated and blissful life raising their two daughters. One fateful day, Enttu is defending one of his client's rights to custody in a long-awaited trial against the client's ex-husband, convicted serial killer, Ryu Akumu. Little does he know that this would domino into utter chaos that ends up throwing his life off-balance and leaving him with no other choice than to bear his fangs once again.

Simultaneously, a new threat unfolds when Enttu is attacked by a shapeshifter not long after the trial ends. The Selenians are called to reconvene in Romania by Dracula, who has suddenly awakened too soon from his slumber. Against the advice of his sister, Enttu disappears when he decides to go into the Bran Castle alone. He awakens near-death onboard a mysterious vessel, The Wayfarer, transporting what seems to be captured victims of human trafficking, under control of a mysterious entity known as the Nibiru Council, the sea sector of the elite secret society known as the Lumati.

It turns out that the Lumati is composed of shapeshifting Reptilians hiding amongst the highest-ranking world leaders and celebrity elites. They are on a streak of vendetta to destroy the Selenians, who sealed their lord, Basilisk, away, and stand in their way of imposing their agenda of bringing forth a New World Order. Just in time, the Selenians are met with the unexpected aid of a mysterious individual name Niko, presenting himself as the leader of the Amundsen Coven, an Antarctic subdivision of vampires who were former top-secret operatives.

Enttu is faced with selling his soul to Hell itself in order to save humanity once and for all, in the last, propulsive, death-defying novel where the world's fate is dependent upon an elegantly reckless band of immortals!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781667817286

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THE DHAMPIR DIMENSION © AND ITS ENTIRETY IS COPYRIGHTED TO VIKTORIA ALUKARD © 2021. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO COPIES OF ANY PART OF THIS BOOK ARE AUTHORIZED WITHOUT WRITTEN CONSENT OF AUTHOR. ANY CHARACTERS OR SITUATIONS ALIKENED TO REAL LIFE ARE COMPLETELY COINCIDENTIAL AS THIS WORK IS FICTIONAL.

Print ISBN: 978-1-66781-727-9

eBook ISBN: 978-1-66781-728-6

Table of Contents

FOREWORD

PROLOGUE: SUN SET ETERNAL.

CHAPTER ONE: ATTEMPT

CHAPTER TWO: EXECUTE

CHAPTER THREE: DEEP IN THE HEART.

CHAPTER FOUR: SHADOW PHOENIX

CHAPTER FIVE: ADRENOCHROME

CHAPTER SIX: ASTRAL ABDUCTION

CHAPTER SEVEN: WAYFARER

CHAPTER EIGHT: PELAGIC EMBARKATION

CHAPTER NINE: HELL FROZEN OVER

CHAPTER TEN: THE VAMPIRE NIKOLAS

CHAPTER ELEVEN: VORTEX OF DEPRAVITY

CHAPTER TWELVE: SECOND TRANSFIGURATION

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE AMUNDSEN COVENANT

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: LIQUID ABSOLUTION

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SOMERSET

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: DAMN THE TORPEDOES!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: SALVATION NOCTURNE

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: ONCE A VILLAIN….

CHAPTER NINETEEN: LAST OF THE BUTTERFLIES

CHAPTER TWENTY: THE FIFTH COLUMN

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: FUCK THE REICH!

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: WILKOMMEN DU NEU-BERLIN

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE DHAMPIR INSURRECTION

EPILOGUE: THE DHAMPIR CONTINUUM.

THE DHAMPIR DIMENSION: STARBLOOD SOUNDTRACK

ABOUT MYSELF

Foreword:

The course of the final episode of the Dhampir Dimension series was thought over for a long time over the course of an arduous deployment amidst the rife pandemic of COVID-19, combined with extensive working hours, long watches down in the engine room, sleepless nights combating engineering casualties, and long days troubleshooting and fixing our ship, and then coming back from deployment jumping into one inspection after the other. It is finally here with our remarkable hero Enttu, in his last odyssey of despotic heroism and the final war of the perseverance of his kind intertwined with saving the fate of Earth from Reptilian control, infiltrating their blood thirsty ranks. The Dhampir Dimension series portrays a detailed account of embracing our duality and never underestimating the power of love. I extend my gratitude to these exceptional individuals below, family and shipmates alike:

Julie Ann, Victor Manuel, Luke Harley, Lizeth Garcia Rivas, Tim Reeves, Nick Milos, Lee Love, Roderick Funiestas, John Feldman, Francisco Miranda, Philip Hulme, Michael Tode, Katie Ptaszek, Tremaine Graham, Shani Ferguson, Diego Depaolo, Slavik Pecherskiy, Layna Bates, Caleb Cowen, Ben Loxton, Alex Fleischer, Keith Ratliff, Daniel Garner, Cheyenne Sebastian and all my friends on the USS San Diego, the ACU-1 and the BMU-1, as well as you fun-loving devil dogs the embarked Marines!

To every single snipe I have ever served with that helped keep that ship afloat, we have the power, beware of the men below!

-Love,

Viktoria, Author and U.S. Navy Electrician’s Mate, 2021 Present Day.

Prologue:

Sun Set Eternal.

I refuse to believe he committed suicide. He was never like this! exclaimed the exasperated, -red-eyed Jamie Gallant, who was under the spell of jet-lag. Having traveled over one thousand miles, he was informed of the death of one of his colleagues. This shook him to his core. With grave concern and a desire to know the truth he pressed on, knowing that his future would forever be altered by the events of this day.

He had arrived perhaps a couple of hours ago and was surviving on a diet of coffee, cigarettes, and water. Caffeine would curb his primal hunger for blood and would prevent him from attacking the military personnel on station tonight. Every being in possession of a heartbeat and emitting the warm aura of life was enticing his cravings in some way or another. They were immediately put to a halt once he was escorted to the crime scene, upon sight of the bloodshed that momentarily made him forget that he was a vampire.

An overpowering stench of copper from the blood that decorated the bathroom floor from spilling over the bathtub filled the room. Unlike fresh human blood, this smell was particularly unpleasant, carrying along the underlying hint of a very traumatic death. The body in the bathtub was but an empty shell of his former friend that he had known since their past command. The victim’s throat was slit ear to ear, and the blood emptied out into the bathtub that was filled past the brim with water, that diluted the crimson essence. As if walking in on this scene was not gruesome enough, there was also visible evidence of electrocution and strangulation that occurred simultaneously. The victim of this so-called suicide had an electrical extension cord wrapped around his neck and attached to the plug of the cord was a floating toaster at the foot of the bathtub. The toaster was half-sunken in the scarlet brine. This was not a suicide. One finger dipped into the bloody pool, and then tasted on his tongue triggered the blood memory of the murder he predicted with his intuition. The memories replayed confirmed this gut feeling. The boy in the bathtub had been brutally slain by another servicemember, but when Jamie tried to read the name tape off the fatigue blouse, the vision of the killer blurred away, and suddenly he was forced back into the present moment.

At the sink in the same bathroom of the crime scene, there was a black leather wallet on the side of the countertop. There was a yellow piece of tape over the leather that read Evidence, Do Not Tamper, in bold black letters. Without much regard to the tamper label, and compelled by his impetuous quest for truth, Jamie picked up the wallet and folded it open in his right palm. In it, contained all the boy’s documents, various debit and credit card passes, his license, state ID, and military ID.

Paygrade, E-4. Markle, Colten Hail.

CHAPTER ONE:

ATTEMPT

His lungs filled with peppermint coldness of the still-dark morning air that lingered in his neighborhood street as a visible layer of fog, just dense enough to block the distant Tokyo skyline and make it appear as a haze of neon light. Enttu tied his shoulder-length blonde hair into a lazy ponytail that was loosely secured with a black elastic band he’d taken from his wife’s makeup cabinet. He had a long day ahead of him today and had mentally prepared for it, amongst juggling his other duties as father, husband, and the King of the New Selenian Coven, the latter identity of which he had to keep secret from the public.

With the press of his BMW’s keypad, the car’s forward and aft lights all blinked at once as he unlocked the car, and he placed his black leather briefcase in the backseat, where there were also dolls and unopened snacks he kept there for his two daughters, as well as two neatly folded blankets, one pink and one white. He shut the rear door and then entered the driver’s side, his fingers grazing the smooth surface of the metallic black clearcoat of the luxury car, brand-new and model year 2022. Once he was in his seat and had his iPhone 13 Plus in the center console, he started the dual-turbocharger engine with the touch of a button. He put the shifting knob into drive, and then the car, whose front end faced the street, silently drifted off the driveway of his residence, where his wife and two daughters still slept at this hour of 0630 AM.

As sharp as he effortlessly dressed, in a loose-fitting black suit, with black Christian Louboutin dress shoes, a crisp, soft blue satin shirt with the first two buttons undone, and no tie, his thoughts were as haphazard beyond what he could afford, although his poker face said otherwise. His emotionless expression portrayed a sharp, young lawyer with a calm demeanor and a streak of professional coolness, and just a glint in his steel-blue eyes that let it be known through his silent glower that he was not one to be manipulated. It was his very own cool tranquility, and his elegant silence that created the signature enigmatic aura that surrounded him and his very name whenever and wherever he was mentioned. Enttu Tamura, the foreign-exchange lawyer that never lost a case since he arrived in Tokyo. He built a good name for himself through his dedication to each of his customers, working as prudently and as honestly as he could to not ever come across to opposing parties as unscrupulous as so many in his profession did. At the courthouse however, his very being had always happened to persuade the judges just enough to end the case and favor his clients, many of whom were petitioners, with a respondent or two in the mix, two to every ten. Perhaps it was the way he talked, smooth and lowly and annunciated, speaking with a type of prose that always seemed as if he was subtly praising the judges, or it was his striking appearance. Even without ever saying a word, Enttu made his presence known in the courts by the way he carried himself, a tall, lean, handsome young male with long, lemon-yellow hair that wasn’t common, but it suited him, and it was hard to imagine him in any other way.

This morning however, wasn’t the time to entertain the silent stares of admiration, or other unmentioned emotions and thoughts of others, because there was a case today that he had to win, and he could not afford to become overconfident and cocky in his natural abilities, for arrogance was the death of anyone. He was evermore aware of this now, and he silently scolded himself whenever he would notice he was falling into habits of complacency. It wasn’t affordable today, nor any other day. Enttu was going up against another lawyer who was defending the rights of a man named Ryu Akumu to have visitation rights to his children. The opposing lawyer already had a weak case, as he was defending a known serial killer. He was also reputably unscrupulous however, and because of this, Enttu had to be on guard regardless of the predictable outcome. His client, the estranged wife named Narumi Akumu, would be in by eight thirty, which gave him time to ruminate everything he was going to say, as well as time to meditate. Now wasn’t the time to slip, nor allow himself to show any emotions he strongly invested in this case, that would come later. He played some meditation music on his phone, and he shut his eyes for over an hour, allowing the vibrations of serenity to flow through every chakra, from crown to root.

The courtroom was a splendid architecture of wood and brand-new slate blue carpeting with wooden benches on the left and right sides and a centered walkway that led to the judge’s podium. Silent tension and prolonged glowers manifested in the ambient, and this made both Enttu and Narumi nervous although they had all the power on their side. Ryu Akumu was in a khaki suit and in cuffs with a young black-haired Japanese attorney on his side who was known to defend the worst of criminals in history. When it came time to speak, Enttu told Narumi to stay quiet and composed and to not speak unless he motioned her to. He did most of the talking against Akumu’s unscrupulous lawyer who was paid up-close of $250,000 that was an unspoken bribery, and even the judge knew, although the allegations against Narumi were outlandish and strong enough to tarnish her credibility as a mother. This is where Enttu became staunch in his defense and his convictions even though the odds seemed unfavorable.

Let me stress that Akumu murdered not one, but multiple people. Let me state that he is a convicted murderer. How is the status of money a matter that can turn the tables around? Other than his false allegations and his bank account, there is no other reason to discredit Miss Narumi’s parenting capabilities. It would be absolutely harmful to give custody to Ryu Akumu’s side of the family while the child has to grow up knowing that his own father is a serial killer, and his family has been known to brainwash others. Therefore, we are in this courtroom right now, are we not?

Objection, Your Honor. Mr. Tamura is basing his statements just on pure emotions. Miss Narumi comes from a poor background, and she could not afford to raise that baby nor afford her lifestyle if it wasn’t for Mr. Ryu Akumu. Despite Mr. Akumu’s mistakes, he has clearly demonstrated that his parenthood is second to none, said the opposing attorney.

The judge, an older Japanese man with a mustache and wearing a black over-cloak cut Ryu’s attorney off.

Despite your money and your status and your parenting, Mr. Akumu, you are still a convicted murderer. Its in the best interest of the child to go with Miss Narumi, and therefore, I grant full custody to Miss Narumi, and the pending restraining order and no contact order begins as of this minute. This settles Akumu versus Akumu. Mr. Enttu Tamura, I will have these documents ready for pickup in half an hour,

There was a glimmer of happiness and relief in his eyes. Enttu blinked once, slightly puzzled at how quickly the custody trial was. They were not even in there for more than ten minutes, and to think of the months of paperwork and the sleepless nights in preparation for this day, to be over and won so quickly was impossible to believe! What a relief! He winked at Narumi, his client and nudged her.

I told you we would win! he whispered.

Narumi’s eyes glimmered with tears of happiness and relief. The working mother and underdog who was faced with the large and improbable odds of a man with money and status and superimposed allegations against her, won. She had full custody of her child and peace of mind. Beneath his stoic exterior, his heart was palpitating rapidly, so much that it made his mouth and throat parched. He realized he needed water, or, to feed, and only then did it hit him that he was so busy with this case that he hadn’t fed in four days. Not quite yet was he wearing a mask of exhaustion, but he was looking more slender than normal, with the veins of his hands creating thick, bulging blue lines along his smooth, white skin. They had fought and earned their victory fair and square, but Enttu had realized what was making him so tense the entire time was when the soulless glare of Ryu Akumu across the other side of the courtroom had caught his attention. He was boring every ounce of negative energy that he could muster and directing it at the young blonde lawyer and his client with her smooth black hair and her pink dress and matching sweater. Compared to her estranged husband, Narumi dressed rather simply, and if she stood next to him, it was easy to see that they had nothing to do with each other and that they didn’t belong together. Narumi possessed a simple, humble, yet sunny beauty that brought about thoughts of the springtime, while Ryu looked, walked, and talked every bit like a veteran gangster, with two gold chains dangling from his neck, beneath his tan suit. She looked so innocent, and in a way, she was, compared to her soon to be ex. The divorce was going to follow next month, so Enttu had a little bit of work left on the case, mainly, the finances to be divvied up between the petitioner and the respondent.

He walked Narumi to her car, where she practically skipped all the way through, from the courthouse, all the way to the public parking lot where her pearly mint green Daewoo awaited her. In the back, there was a booster seat for her son that she was going to pick up from kindergarten after she went to buy groceries, chocolate and sake to celebrate the joyous event, as she told Enttu she would do. He smiled subtly at her and shook her hand gently, but she swooped in and gave him a tight hug instead which he wasn’t expecting, but he did pat her lightly on the back before he closed her driver door.

Thank you so much Mr. Tamura, thank you thank you thank you! she exclaimed.

You’re welcome, I’m just doing my job, he replied humbly.

I think you have a calling for this Mr. Tamura, you are like a guardian angel to me and my son!

I’m happy to hear that Miss Akumu, it’s what I’m supposed to do, he smiled.

Bye Mr. Tamura, say hi to your wife and daughters for me!

Will do! We have a meeting in two weeks about finalizing your divorce. Stay safe Narumi, Enttu waved at her as she drove off from the public parking lot.

Now to remember where the hell he left his car. He was so good at the complicated matters in life that weren’t easy to figure out, but such as simple task as remembering where he parked was often beyond him. The silver gleam of the tips of his dress shoes distracted him for just a moment, when he remembered that he parked valet, because the valet driver had similar shoes to him, and he had complimented him on having good taste. The valet was by the courthouse, so he ran back that way, his dress shoes clicking as the soles hit the pavement, and then when he reached the valet booth, he pulled out a pink ticket from an inner pocket in his suit and handed it to the driver. The young man who looked as if he was still in college, wearing a blue polo shirt and black pants, quickly grabbed a BMW keypad off the rows of key hooks and he ran as briskly as he could up to the second level of a parking tower. Less than two minutes after, while Enttu texted his assistant, Namiko, to take the day off and close the building to his law firm, his dazzling vehicle pulled up with the valet driver stepping out of the car, and leaving the car door opened for him to step in. He gave the driver a tender smile and handed him a hefty tip which made the valet driver say Whoa, when he received the cash in his hand. Enttu was a wealthy and generous man, one that rarely ever existed anymore. He was slightly icy, but calm and collected, with a good heart, and people knew it. He had shifted his mindset onto a very positive outlook on life now, contrary to the state of mind he was in when he had barely met his wife Regina back in 2018. He thought of her, and a warm fuzzy feeling welled up in his chest, and made him feel so grateful to be alive and be in this position he was in.

Him and his entire family and closest friends had fought an interdimensional war that almost claimed the entire West Coast, and then would’ve claimed Earth had it not been for their bravery. They were solely responsible for the turn of events that led to new law changes and governmental practices in the United States of America alone. Thanks to what Enttu and his people, the Selenian Coven, had done, thousands of victims had been released from the horrifying experiments that were happening at Dulce Air Force Underground Base, and this paved way for researchers and investigators to pry deep into what really went on behind the public’s back. The Knowledge of the People’s Act went into effect in which the United States and world governments acknowledged the existence of aliens, alien beings, extraterrestrials and UFOs. These subjects revolving aliens and aliens caught on tape were declassified to the public, but of course, with this, came a slew of debunkers that just seemed to always come at the right time whenever something new was uncovered. The victims of Dulce were protected under the Whistleblower Act, and up until present day, the government was still paying restitution to every victim, and there were new Fourth Kind Encounter Victims, or FKEV establishments being built within the confines of military bases, where victims were screened and granted access to receive therapies and other services. None other than the first non-royal Selenian, a commoner in the military named Jamie Gallant who’d become one of them when he was caught in the war, was the FKEV program director, and he transitioned from working onboard a ship to working between the Pentagon and Quantico. The Selenians went on with their daily lives after the events transpired, and they realized soon enough that they had to hide this aspect of their identity from the public for their own safety. Enttu changed his surname to Tamura as did his wife, and his sister. He went from being known as the Selenian King to, an attorney at law. He was used to living in hiding, after being a police officer in Bucharest before the Terra-Cosmic War of 2018 went down. Before this, he had slumbered in and out of the decades after the first original Selenian Coven was purged before. He had been alive for about 157 years and didn’t look a day over 30, except for an occasional old habit surfacing, or the way in which he verbally expressed himself, sounding antiquated at times. Time was slowly changing him though, and he was adapting rather smoothly. To think that what had triggered all these events was the fact that he had fallen in love with Regina Brighton four years ago, the little Hispanic Texan spitfire of a woman that she was! Not even she would have predicted everything that would transpire until now, having gone from a beat-down U.S. Navy Sailor to the Selenian Queen, living out as a housewife now. He thought of her fondly on his drive to the store to pick up wine, tea, some luxuries, and then "yeah, the awkward stop at the blood bank."

Tokyo was such an unusual place for them to have moved to and he thought he would never fit in to the society, since he had been so dark, and everyone here was so…light, but the infectious cheeriness of modern Japanese society quickly transmuted to him, and he enjoyed it. He had such an appreciation for life and the little things now, most certainly not the same man he had been a while back. There was a Daiso market at a strip mall, that was conveniently right next to Godiva Chocolatier, and a Lamborghini-Ferrari tax free store that sold car merch and gifts. Tonight was a night to celebrate the victory he’d won, and he first went to Daiso to buy more office supplies. Then he went to the chocolatier to buy gifts for his wife and daughters, and lastly he picked up two gold bottles of Lamborghini champagne for himself and his wife. Their anniversary was that weekend. They had married February 22 of 2019, and this year, it would synchronize perfectly with the year, as it was the year 2022, and the date would be 2/22/22. There were two wine glasses he had special ordered for the occasion with this written in gold along the glass. The inscription read Written in the Stars, Enttu and Regina 2/22/22.

She was going to cry.

The last stop was the one that he didn’t quite dread as much as he found it awkward from the stares he would receive from the receptionist. Luckily, he was able to fabricate a fake phlebotomist certification with the help of Namiko and he used this every time he went into the bank to collect a box of 24 pints of blood individually sealed in clear plastic bags. Today was no different than any other time, there was the same older gentleman named Yusuke who scanned Enttu from head to toe behind his clear, wire-rimmed glasses and always gave a strange hmmmph, at the sight of him.

Enttu Tamura, so you’re a lawyer and a phlebotomist as well?

I volunteer on my off-time, I have a lot of bills to pay sir! Enttu said through a nervous laugh which made him talk with his hands more than he ever normally did.

You come here so often I’m gonna start calling you Dracula, the old man replied.

This made every fabric of his being shudder; although he was in alliance with him, Enttu did not at all ever want to be reminded of the name, the era nor the place. The color drained from his face just a tad bit.

You alright? You went a little bit pale Mr. Tamura!

I’m sorry. It’s just that vampires scare the life out of me, he commented.

Well I was joking, they’re not real, that we know of, right?

You’re right, Enttu answered back, with the blush of his slight embarrassment enlivening him again. He sat down and waited for a good five, ten, and now fifteen minutes, while he played a Sonic the Hedgehog game on his phone. He was almost about to beat the third level when he was finally called by a girl in pink scrubs that came out carrying a box that read Human Blood: Must Keep Refrigerated. Biohazard in red on the side. Politely he thanked her he started making his way through the double glass doors next to the seating area where patients and medical workers sat awaiting their services. There had been a man in black jacket and green cargo pants sitting at the far-right corner right before the entrance/exit that had been giving him a stare of death through beady, black and soulless eyes. He had little hair, what could be seen of it was a brown velvet peach fuzz, and he had a prominent jaw, that made him look almost doglike. Enttu returned his energy right back at him and did not let this man intimidate him. The man then narrowed his eyes at him, to which he did the same. Lord knew what his problem was, and although he could’ve read his thoughts, he was in a rush to get home to his family, and he quickly ignored the bald man that to Enttu, resembled a bulldog, to be mean. Humans could be interesting and petty individuals.

The third level was a bit of a walk from the clinic, and he had to climb three flights of steps to get there, but it took him less than two minutes as he could scale up anything extraordinarily fast. He found his car parked away from everyone else’s vehicles, and he tended to do this often. The glistening black BMW reflected the azure blue sky, almost an artificial neon blue, on its glossy black coat. It was a black gem against white concrete. Enttu opened the trunk of his car with his keypad, and with one hand, he shuffled through boxes of documents and the gifts he’d just bought to make room for the blood box. He felt a very strong force almost throwing the box out of his grasp, as if it had exploded internally and the force caused it to yank itself away, simultaneous with the deafening boom that caused his ears to ring, as he suddenly felt the front of his shirt becoming increasingly wet with a running fluid. It took a second for him to grasp what had just happened but when Enttu looked down, he noticed that his shirt was wet with blood, and the box of blood he was holding had been shot through. He let the box drop to the concrete, the rest of the blood packs inside spilling and seeping through the cardboard and onto the ground. Red liquid seeped out all four corners. A bullet had barely missed him, he soon realized, and hit the box of blood instead. Visibly shaken but still with his old instincts never deserting him, he felt the old familiar pull of the gums drawing back, as his canines elongated, and his vision tunneled, and his nails growing into white stilettos. He followed the scent of gunpowder and with his acute vision, he followed the leftover trail of smoke to its source, at the adjacent building over, a nefarious figure who was tucking the weapon back in its holster.

While his eyes zeroed in on the nemesis, who had turned out to be that ominous man that glared at him as he left the clinic, Enttu hightailed it on foot straight to him, and then against better judgment, but with the full trust in his physiological and animalistic abilities, he jumped off the roof of the building and launched himself about one hundred feet into the air, propelling himself from the mighty jump. He opened his arms for aerodynamic support of the wind, and he landed on the rooftop of the other building unscathed, and kept running straight for his nemesis, who seemed to tranquilly await his demise. Enttu the dhampir had been pulled out of his shell.

So there it is, his enemy snarled, before charging back at Enttu with a nonchalant defiance that left him perplexed. The other man was just a deft and agile as he was, and when he tried to strike the dhampir, he missed his face, blocking his attack, but he did manage to leave three deep gashes on his forearm that tore through the fabric of his suit coat and his shirt beneath, leaving three deep lacerations that would’ve needed stitches if Enttu wasn’t able to heal himself. He turned to where the bald attacker had gone to, when he then couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The bald man had transformed from a human to a scaly, crocodile-like being with the yellow eyes of a lizard, and pointy, razor-sharp teeth that could easily slice through bone.

It’s not over Tepes, the lizard-humanoid hissed, before Enttu could confront it, and it disappeared into the thin mist of broad daylight that shined down upon the city. Did no one else see this just happen?! He then remembered that he left the blood box outside his car, and he ran back to the other building, salvaging the blood packs that hadn’t been damaged in the attempt to off him, and he threw the ruined ones in a nearby dumpster in the corner of the top level. His shirt was soaked with blood, and he reeked of metallic copper. What left the most lingering impression on him was the transformation that took place right before his eyes, of the human changing into a reptile-like being right before his very eyes! The gashes on his forearm were healing but he did bleed out quite a bit, and he needed to feed soon. Whatever that thing was wanted for Enttu to reveal himself, and its agenda wasn’t of human interest. He knew that the time of peace in Tokyo was about to be over.

CHAPTER TWO:

EXECUTE

L isten, he was not the type to ever become suicidal, he didn’t kill himself! This was an evident murder!, an exasperated Jamie