Blake headed to the southern part of the city every now and then, looking up as if he was following something.“Uhm, Blake what was that, that you did back there?” Betty asked curiously.“It was a tracking array. It’s tracking the item that is the Eye of the Formation. I’m following its trail now.” Blake explained.They continued and ended up at a large metal gate, where Blake stopped the Range Rover and looked up over the other side of the large rock fence. Behind the gate was a rather large home; its dilapidated condition seemed to have been abandoned.“The trail ends here to this place?” Susan asked, looking at the home.“It would seem so,” Blake said.“Uhm, guys, this is the address of Mrs. Susan Hemingway,” Carol said looking at the information she had on her phone.“Looks like there is a lot of explaining to be had,” Blake said and entered the area of the driveway before the metal gate and pressed the call button.“Yes?” A gentleman’s voice was heard over the speaker.“I’m Blake

“Girls, we need to get back. It’s almost time for our appointment.” Blake said, looking at the three women shopping.Blake had taken Carol, Betty, and Susan to the shopping plaza to kill time until their appointed schedule with Mrs. Susan Hemingway.Blake brought the Range Rover over and they departed with the women carrying a few bags with them from their purchases. Blake made his way to the same metal gates they had come to earlier. Blake looked up and witnessed the same dark Qi entering the property. The eye of the Formation was definitely here. Pressing the call button again, the same rude voice came through.“Yes?”“I’m Blake Elon. I have an appointment to see Mrs. Susan Hemingway.” Blake said into the microphone. Without a response, the metal gates creaked and sputtered as they were opened to allow Blake entrance.Blake moved forward and entered the property. Looking around, it could be said that there was no gardener to uphold the lawn. It was as if no one was living on the pro

A young boy was holding onto a large silver crucifix on his chest. The dark Qi was being channeled through the silver cross and the energy was being placed into the youth’s body. Blake looked over at Mrs. Hemingway and then to the youth inside the box and back again. The features of the boy were white hair and a pale complexion with ruby lips. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, gathering the energy from the mystic item. Legends said that the crucifix and cross were deadly to their kind, but that was a myth and held no actual bearing. The race of Vampires is not immortal; even though they can live for quite a long time, their life force does wain after a certain time when they are not able to maintain their body. These are the times when they are more desperate, and accidents would occur.“He’s quite young,” Blake said and looked at Mrs. Hemingway with a devilish smile. Bringing a bit of blush upon her pale face.“It’s not like that, it’s a prearranged marriage.” Mrs. Hemingway quickly