At Hartford Tower, I was in my office. Files scattered across the desk—Blood Moon contracts, mafia network maps, and an old letter I hadn't seen before. The letter was from my mother, from years ago, reading, "Lucy, if I disappear, save Alice. She's the second part of the prophecy." My heart pounded. Alice? Part of the prophecy? Then my phone rang again. That same unknown number. I answered, but this time only breathing sounds, then a whisper, "Temple, midnight. Come alone, Lucy." The call disconnected. My breathing quickened, my teeth sharp. "Mr. Don," I growled. Devil entered, saw fear in my eyes. "Lucy, this is a trap." I slammed my fist on the table. "Trap or not, Alice is my sister."
I ordered my vampires. "You four increase Hartford Tower's security. Keep watch on Blood Moon. I'll go to the temple alone." William protested, "Lucy, Mr. Don isn't human. He's... something else." Henry nodded, "He has dark magic, perhaps older than the temple itself." But I ignored their words. "Alice is everything to me," I said, my eyes red.
At midnight, I was at the temple. The desert wind was cold, but fire burned in my blood. The temple walls gleamed as if some ancient power was awakening. On the altar was a new symbol—a black scorpion, with drops of blood floating around it. I looked around, but no one was there. Then that cold laughter in the air. "Lucy, you came on time," Mr. Don's voice echoed, but he wasn't visible. "Where's Alice?" I screamed. A shadow emerged, but it wasn't human—a giant black scorpion, its eyes glowing red. "Your sister is with me," the shadow said, its voice echoing in my mind. "Give me control of Blood Moon, and she's free." I bared my teeth, "You're bluffing." The shadow laughed, and blood began dripping from the temple walls, as if some ritual had begun.
I stepped onto the altar, my hunger awakening. "Release Alice, or I'll find and destroy you," I roared. Then a flash, and a projection appeared before me—Alice, bound in chains, her face pale, but her eyes red like mine. "Lucy, run!" she screamed. But the projection vanished. My nails transformed into claws, I struck the altar, and the symbol shattered. An explosion in the air, and the shadow disappeared. But Mr. Don's voice echoed again, "This is just the beginning, Lucy. Phoenix will be mine."
I returned to Hartford Tower, my body trembling. Devil caught me, "Lucy, are you alright?" I looked into his eyes, "Alice is alive. But Mr. Don... he's not human." Lucas opened a file, "We captured some Desert Scorpion thugs. They're saying Mr. Don is an ancient vampire hiding in chambers beneath the temple." Henry nodded, "He wants to make Blood Moon a mafia hub. But Alice? She's his bait."
I reviewed the files—Desert Scorpion's drug routes, weapon deals, and a secret account targeting Blood Moon's funds. "He's using my sister," I said, anger in my voice. "We must find him." Devil placed his hand on my shoulder, "Lucy, this war is now beyond business and mafia. Mr. Don wants the temple's power." I closed my eyes, Alice's scream in my ears. "Then we'll destroy the temple," I said.
Then my phone rang again. That same unknown number. I stared at the screen, my fingers trembling. Devil looked at me, "Lucy, don't answer. It's a trap." But I answered. On the other end, that same cold, heavy voice. "Lucy, if you want your sister alive, sign over 50% of your property to me. But first, you must spend one night with one of my men. That's where you'll get your clue." His words echoed in my ears like poison dissolving in my blood. I exploded in anger, "You're despicable! If anything happens to Alice, I won't leave you alive! Who are you? Where are you?" But he laughed, his laughter so cold a shiver ran down my spine. "Tomorrow night, New York City, Hotel Grand Palace, room number 21. Come alone." The call ended. I threw the phone, my eyes red, my breathing fast. "Bastard!" I screamed, my nails digging into the desk.
Devil caught me, "Lucy, this is a trap. He wants to weaken you." William nodded, "We'll go with you." But I shook my head, Alice's face in my mind. "No. I'll go alone. But you four wait for my signal. As soon as I say, get to work immediately." Fear was in their eyes, but they nodded. Unwillingly, I had agreed—for Alice. My sister, my little Alice, who had been missing for years, was now everything to me. I looked at myself in the mirror—my eyes red, my skin glowing, but inside was a fear consuming me. Who was Mr. Don? Did he really know Alice? Or was this all an elaborate trap?
The next night, I was in New York City. I'd flown from Phoenix, my body trembling—anger, fear, and that vampire hunger that could awaken anytime. Hotel Grand Palace was one of the city's most luxurious hotels, a skyscraper, gleaming lights, and that lobby where wealthy people wandered sipping champagne. I tightened my black coat, my heels clicking on the floor. I reached the 21st floor by elevator, stopped at room 21. My heart was racing, but I knocked. The door opened, and inside stood a massive man—at least 7 feet tall, muscles so huge like some machine, his face cruel, eyes hungry. "Lucy," he said, his voice heavy. "Come in."
I entered, the room was luxurious—large bed, gleaming lights, and the window showing New York's view. But as soon as I closed the door, that man lunged at me. His hands on my waist, so forceful I screamed. "Stop!" But he didn't stop. He tore my dress, ripped and threw my bra and panties. I was naked, my body shivering in the cold air. He threw me face-down on the bed, my breasts pressed against the mattress. "What are you doing?" I screamed, but his eyes were only hungry. His hands on my thighs, spreading my legs.
When my eyes fell on his penis, I screamed. It was far larger than normal—at least 12 inches long, so thick my eyes widened. "No! Don't do this! Your penis won't fit inside me!" I protested, my hands trying to push him away, but he was so powerful I couldn't even move. He threw me face down, my rear up, my knees on the bed. "Be quiet," he growled, and forcefully tried to insert his penis in my vagina. The pain so sharp I kept screaming, "No! Stop!" My vagina was dry, he couldn't enter, but his attempts were breaking me. Tears in my eyes, but the vampire strength inside me was awakening.
When it didn't work, the man got up and brought a bottle of slick substance—some lubricant kept on the hotel's side table. He spread my vagina with his large hands and started filling it with that substance. His hands touched my clit, and I moaned with pleasure. "Ahh..." my voice escaped, pain now turning into pleasure. That substance cold but burning, making my vagina wet. Then he slowly started inserting his penis in my vagina. The first inch entered, and I screamed, but now the pain was less. He kept pushing deeper, his penis stretching my vagina, as if tearing me apart. "Aaahhh!" I writhed, waves of pleasure running through my body. His penis had gone quite deep, but he didn't stop. His thrusts gradually became faster, and "yes... yes..." sounds started coming from my mouth. I drowned in pleasure, my body moving beneath him, my vagina gripping his penis. He had gone quite deep, and I could feel him tearing my vagina, but that pain was now sweet pleasure. I started enjoying the sex, my breathing fast, my breasts bouncing.
Suddenly, the prophecy awakened inside me. That ancient power in my blood was now boiling in my vagina. I shouted, "Harder! Harder!" The man kept thrusting, his thrusts so powerful the bed was shaking. My vagina became soaked with blood, but I didn't stop. Pleasure so intense my eyes turned red, my hunger awakening. After some time, the man felt his penis was stuck inside me. It wasn't coming out—my vagina had gripped it, like how a female dog grips a male's penis. He panicked, "What's happening?" he screamed, tried to pull out, but the more he pulled, the more it hurt. He realized my vagina was draining his strength through his penis. His muscles were weakening, his breathing slowing, and I was becoming stronger—a new energy in my body, as if his life force was flowing into me.
He tried everything to get his penis out, but now it was completely stuck. I was moaning with pleasure, my sounds echoing in the room. He tried to stand from the bed, but because his penis was stuck in my vagina, I stuck to him too—as if we had become one. He panicked, his face pale, "How will this come out? Tell me!" I took advantage of his helplessness, cunning in my voice, "First tell me, where is Alice?" He said breathlessly, "In Mr. Don's secret chamber, in Phoenix's underground, at Desert Scorpion headquarters." I immediately sent a message to the vampires—"Now, get to work. Find Alice, Desert Scorpion headquarters." Then I told the man, "Tonight you sleep on top of me. By tomorrow morning your penis will come out on its own." He was exhausted, his strength depleting, so he agreed. He lay on top of me, his heavy body on mine, but I was filled with pleasure. We both fell into deep sleep, only breathing sounds in the room.
Morning came. I opened my eyes and saw—the man's body was on top of me, but there wasn't a single drop of blood in him. All his strength, his life force, had come into me. His face dry, his eyes empty, as if he was dying. I pushed him, his penis came out, and I stood up. I looked at myself in the mirror—I felt more powerful, beautiful, and youthful than before. My skin was glowing, my eyes bright, a new energy in my body. My eyes filled with joy. "Finally, this is the real power of a prophecy," I whispered, a new strength in my voice. I left the man dying—he was nothing to me now. I put on my clothes and left the hotel, Alice's name in my mind. But now, my hunger and strength had given me a new form—a queen who had conquered Phoenix.
New York's streets were busy, but my breathing was fast. I called the vampires, "Found Alice?" Devil's voice came, "Yes, Lucy. At Desert Scorpion headquarters. We've arrived." I booked a flight back to Phoenix. On the way, that night kept running through my mind—the man's penis, that pain, that pleasure, and that power now inside me. The prophecy had awakened, and I knew Mr. Don was nothing to me now. But Alice? She was my sister, and I could do anything to save her. Leaving the hotel, I took one last look at the man—he was dying, but I let him live, because my power was now greater than death.