The Vloodmir Vampires

AVAILABLE FOR KINDLE PURCHASE ON AMAZON // When a lust for equality and desire to break free from a tight autocratic structure forces itself into the hearts of the fed-up, hero's will rise. But when one large plan is altered by those on the side lines, who will fall and who will take the power from the Vloodmirs? But most of all, who will survive and who will die? Will secrets be leaked and will lovers become haters of one another?
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27. Chapter Twenty Four





Months flew past and soon March was upon them. People had trained in Evelyn’s back garden, improving their techniques. Plants may or may not have been burnt and ruined in the process.


But it was worth it, and soon enough, every member was crouched in the trees, all groups ready and poised for action. Evelyn knew everything, or at least she thought she did.


The grass rustled as the warm March wind entered Vloodmir. Flowers were blooming and trees were beginning to retain their greenery.

"Alpha! Move forward with caution! If anything obscure is seen, put it in reverse." Evelyn hissed from the trees. Her voice reached the commander of the group, a man named Christian. He was the first to move. He kept low and went at a human pace. Evelyn held her breath and glanced to the side to where blue hair stood out. Jymes had found an earpiece and was talking very quickly to someone. Evelyn couldn't make out what he was saying, but soon enough, she found out. When all the windows smashed. Evelyn looked down at Christian who sprinted forward with his group, a blur to the naked eye.


Team Alpha leapt into Vloodmir Manor, team Beta going from the East. Evelyn leapt from tree to tree, grabbing Jymes’ collar. “What the hell is going on!” She yelled.

“We’ve made a slight alteration to the plan.” Jymes smirked. Evelyn narrowed her eyes and sprinted off, she wove in and out through the trees, making her way towards the tactician tent. Storming in, ignoring the yells and cries of the battle already taking place.


“Elliot King! What the hell is going on!” She yelled, storming up to him. Elliot turned and folded his arms. “This was my idea, and I’ve added a few twists. We send a message out. We let them know that we are a threat. We let them re-group and they bring the fight to us. From there, we annihilate everything and everyone.”

“You’re a Vloodmir, Elliot!” Evelyn gripped his shoulders, tears stung her eyes but she held on. “How can you say that!”

“Because I want equality. And I will do whatever I can to get it. For you. All of this? These hidden alterations? They’ve all been for you.”

“Not like this!” Evelyn pleaded, she wanted to explain herself, she wanted to have Elliot stick to the plan. But it didn’t do anything. Delano entered the tent, a bloodied bandage around her arm. Elliot shoved Evelyn out of the way and walked over to Delano.


“You alright?” He asked, gesturing to the wound.

“Yeah.” Delano nodded. “A wooden stake, it should be healed soon. Thankfully I moved out of the way fast enough. Team Sentinel will be going in-”

You were in on this too!” Evelyn yelled, emotions of betrayal, anger and sadness and sorrow in her eyes. Currently? Everything seemed to be going wrong. All of her friends were going against her. They’d all gone against her behind her back. Devising up other plans without asking for her consent. Evelyn had planned all of this out. Not them, she had done this.


It was an understatement to say she was upset.


Speeding out of the tent and sprinting through the town, she wanted to put as much distance between her and the Takeover. Of course it was wrong of her to leave right now. But she needed to clear her head, and talk to someone. Everyone close to her was either dead, involved in the Takeover, or hated her.

However . . . there was Lady Morningstar. Although she didn’t fully trust her, Evelyn felt as if she could go to her and talk to her. Evelyn flew through Vloodmir, approaching the manor, slowing herself down.


The door was opened before Evelyn had a chance to knock. Lady Morningstar looked calm and collected, she didn’t seem shocked that Evelyn was there. Morningstar gave Evelyn no such greeting, but only stood aside. “I knew you were going to come to me sooner or later.” Was her only comment.

“Way to sound creepy . . .” Evelyn muttered, walking in. Morningstar’s prophet services had clearly just been in use, the floor underneath was still hot to the step and the pagan symbol in the main room was still glowing red. Morningstar made her way into the kitchen and began making a cup of tea. “I suppose you want blood in your tea, how many drops?” She asked, the kettle boiling.

“Uh, I’ll have three drops. Do you have any Indian blood? I just feel like I need some rich blood.” Evelyn replied, suddenly feeling awkward about asking for things so expensive.


As Morningstar turned, she froze and the cups of tea crashed to the floor. Morningstar looked up and her eyes bore into Evelyn’s. When she opened her mouth and spoke, it sounded as if there were three of them talking at once. “Should you walk this path; your allies will fail. Lack communication and Guardians will too. Your plans, when found flaws, shall place doubt in their minds. Place doubt in their minds, and any semblance of power you once had will wash away.”

Evelyn backed away and grip the door. Looking back at Morningstar, Evelyn swallowed.

“Evie . . . what’s wrong?” She asked, taking steps forward, her skirt rustling and grazing the floor. Her heels clipped the floor and the sound rang out, striking Evelyn’s eardrums.

“Where are you going?” Morningstar asked, taking a few more steps forward.

“To commit murder or get a Starbucks. I’ll decide on the way.” Evelyn muttered, turning and fleeing from the room.


In one day, everything had gone so wrong. Her plan had failed at the first hurdle. Her plan had been told it would fail if her friends carried on talking and changing it behind her back. From Evelyn’s point of view, it was going wrong. Everything was going wrong. But as she ran, Evelyn tried to clear her head. But once she thought she was calm, fire alarms sounded and explosions and flames were seen, felt and heard. Turning, Evelyn sighed, fed up and exasperated. “You have got to be kidding me!” She yelled, sprinting over. As much as she didn’t want to go over there, she felt that she had to. She couldn’t let those involved in the Takeover not see her there. She had to be seen there helping her friends and saving the day.


But the fire was raging and the flames were close to burning. There was a sure chance that the Vampires inside were burning. Of course Evelyn had promised that those who had wronged the Trusoni’s would die screaming. She said that she would take what they deserved with fire and blood. But she hadn’t meant it like that. She had never meant for this to happen. She had never meant for Vloodmir Manor to go down in flames! She had wanted to have small fires – she had even stated that on the plans! But then, like her old plan, that had been altered and adapted behind her own back.


She was tempted to kill people, so, so badly, those in certain? Those who had gone behind her back.


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