99. Whereabout

Under the shroud of a moonlit night, a pack of seemingly normal humans glided through the city's labyrinthine alleys like ethereal phantoms. Their silhouettes moved with a mesmerizing grace, their eyes gleaming like fiery jewels, reflecting their relentless determination. Turns out it was a pack of the Vampires in disguise, led by David himself to pursuit Sabrina, the Scarlet Witch.

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With every step, their predatory instincts honed by centuries of existence, they seemed to become one with the shadows, their movements almost imperceptible. The night itself seemed to hush in awe of their approach, as if the very darkness paid homage to their sinister majesty.

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In the depths of David's mind, a monologue played like a haunting symphony of ambition and desire. He recalled the evening when his loyal aide, Jacob, had whispered the tantalizing news of Sabrina's presence in the city. With each passing moment, the memory of that revelation seemed to grow more vivid, like blood rushing through