"How was your day?" Zachary said to Vincent after sitting on a chair at the dining table. Vincent smiled at Zach and took bread and potato soup for his meal.
"Everything went very smoothly, as I wanted. No one knows me at all," Vincent replied to Zach, who smiled.
"Have you met the new CEO? What's the person like?" Zach asked, getting ready to eat.
"Oh, he's annoying! No wonder no one likes him," Vincent grumbled, and he was greeted with a slight chuckle from Zach.
"Let's pray first before eating," said Zach, who stretched out his hands for Vincent to hold, and then both bowed their heads to pray.
"Father in Heaven, bless the food and the job that Vincent got today. Protect us from the devil and all kinds of evil that will harm us. Keep us away from those who will only take advantage of us in the path of evil. Give blessings to all those who have prepared the food on this table for us. In the name of the Father in Heaven, the Son, and the Holy Spir
Heather Meadow's gasping was audible only to her. She had been sitting for a few hours, folding her chained legs to mop the luxuriously ornamented wooden floor. Somehow, the story of Heather's fate became very different before she arrived. The image of becoming a powerful and wealthy big lady was gone. Now Heather is enslaved.An urn fell and broke after Anderson casually threw it on the floor. Heather raised her face to look at her master, who came down the stairs wearing a lavish gold-patterned robe."Can't you clean better? Do I have to destroy everything in this house for you to understand, huh?" roared Anderson, his eyes flashing angrily. Heather immediately turned scared and pale. She remained silent when Anderson crouched down to grip her jaw and then threw her hard backward.Heather hit the lower wall, grimaced painfully, and then cried. Anderson was venting his emotions toward his slave. The riots on the streets of Kensington are part of his plan to test Horus' new weapon. Th
Vincent closed his eyes, trying to forget what he saw on television. Zach asked him to go to his room and stop pondering what to do about the riots that the vampire happening on Kensington Street.Sirens were heard from a distance, and a police car passed through the apartment, making Vincent reopen his eyes. He turned to the right, towards the window, to see what was happening.Vincent got up after ensuring Kyron wasn't awake. He approached the window and saw police cars passing through the deserted street. The police then announced through loudspeakers that residents would not leave their homes. There is widespread rioting, and it is hoped that residents will calm down.There was a knock on Vincent's door, and Zach entered not long after. He came closer and stood near the window with Vincent."What happened? Why is it so noisy downstairs?" Zach asked, looking outside."I think the riots are getting worse. If no one helps the police, there will be
The night breeze gently brushed Vincent's hair. He was standing on top of a skyscraper. He looked down, scanning all the movements of the vampires who caused terror on the streets of Kensington until half of Brooklyn began to paralyze."Something must have caused this. Where did they all come from?” Vincent muttered. Dozens of vampires have spread the disease to everyone they bite. Some are turned into vampires, and some are then burned by the host who infected them.“Hhmm." Vincent smells blood everywhere. He swallowed his saliva while closing his eyes. Indeed, something so tasty existed that he yearned to indulge later. Unfortunately, he should wake.Vincent took out a dagger to kill. He was using Zach's lavish leather gloves. Vincent folded one arm across his chest, then jumped from a height of meters and grabbed a large billboard pole.He spun around while hanging and pushed forward to jump far away until he landed on the roof of a car. Vincent half-knelt when he landed.The vampi
Vincent walked towards Mike, who gasped and came over him. They stopped in the middle, with the night wind bringing an unpleasant smell. Understandably, they had just finished terminating all the remaining vampires.“You are Vincent Cox?” Mike asked, and Vincent took off his mask. Mike took a deep gasp.“I have to catch you.""What? You should thank me for saving your life!” Vincent interrupted in a curt tone. Mike also snorted in annoyance. But what Vincent said was true."You are still a murder suspect!" Mike insisted. Vincent shook his head.“How long are you going to chase me? I'm not guilty. I wasn't the one who killed Donovan!" Vincent said, then walked past Mike. Mike then turned to follow him."Wait! If you don't kill, you shouldn't run!” Mike replied, walking quickly towards the SWAT car they had previously left behind.“If I didn't run, you would all be dead!”"What do you say?" Mike pulled Vincent's arm until he stopped walking. Vincent turned back to Mike, and they argued.
Jennifer Hewitt rushes into the busy NYPD police station after the riots in Brooklyn. She couldn't contact Mike, who was supposed to have a date with her. After she saw what happened on television news, Jennifer got there.Jennifer asked police officers, but their answers could have been better. Then, Jennifer went upstairs to find detectives Turner and Emerson in her room. Both rooms were empty, and that annoyed Jennifer so much.She called Mike several times, but his cell phone rang inside the empty room."Shit! He didn't bring his cell phone. Huh, where are you, Mike?" Jennifer grumbled, stomping her feet slightly. She walked again, looking for Mike by sweeping all the rooms.Meanwhile, Emma was treating Mike Emerson's wounds in the forensics room in the building next door. The office is in chaos, with many personnel reportedly infected by the virus. So, the city government requires quarantine and immediate resolution."Are you sure they didn't bite you?" Emma asked as she put a pl
Mike pulled Jennifer to sit in one of the corners of the morgue. It left Emmy, who was frowning at the couple."How did you get here? There are restrictions outside, did you know? It's dangerous now," Mike warned Jennifer in a low tone. Jennifer pursed her lips, acting cute in front of Mike."I can't call you. Didn't you promise to go on a date with me?" Jennifer replied whiningly. Mike let out a heavy breath, then shook his head slowly."Now things are different, Jen. We can't date like you want.""We can still do it at my house. We can have dinner and be alone. Come on, you promised!" Jennifer replied, whining more at Mike. Mike looked away and glimpsed that Emma was busy fixing things on one of the tables and didn't want to look at him."You'd better go and stay at home, okay? Don't wander outside." Mike looked back at Jennifer and gave her advice."What happened?""There are a lot of bad people and riots in the streets. I don't want anything bad to happen to you," said Mike, showi
The HR manager, who heard Vincent's statement regarding fraud in the production department, was stunned. He didn't even know that much detail. How could this cheating happen for years without anyone knowing?The manager slowly left his position and managed to escape. He hurriedly followed Vincent to spy on him. He was curious about the CEO's new assistant as if he were hiding something.Not only are the production workers now hostile and harassing, but Vincent, who has fired five workers, and Jose Suarez have also visited Vincent. Vincent was standing and leaning on one side of the Horus building while pulling his tie. He was thirsty and needed blood. He kept licking his lips as he watched people pass by. He wanted to drink."Hey, what have you done? Is it true that you fired those people?" said Jose, who came and grabbed Vincent's arm, asking him for an explanation. Vincent snorted in annoyance amidst the dryness of his throat."Yeah, what now!?" He grum
Vincent is fearless in facing anyone. Before he let it slip and caused problems, Vincent came to warn the HR manager who had reported him."I'm warning you; if you still meddle in my business, I'll make you lose everything!" pointed Vincent at the manager. Vincent's unexpected arrival surprised the manager. He panicked, but he tried to control himself by confronting Vincent."Oh really? What can you do? I am the HR manager, and I am the person who recommended you for your current position. So don't do anything like that!" said the manager, half brave enough to face Vincent, who had become fierce after usually remaining silent."Huh, you think I'm a fool, huh? If Mr. Silva didn't instruct you to process my file, you wouldn't do it either, right?" Vincent replied with a stern glare."Don't make it up. You're just an assistant!" The manager replied, scolding him back. Vincent tightened his jaw. He approached with a sharp gaze at the manager. The manager pushed himself further back, even