DX Club
Ezekiel just stood there, still holding the woman, his eyes fixed on Luna who had passed out in front of him. He was surprised, but his face remained unreadable—calm, cold, and detached. The flicker of emotion that threatened to surface vanished in an instant. Without hesitation, he sank his fangs back into the woman's neck, draining the last of her blood with a steady rhythm. The warmth faded from her body as he consumed every drop, her limbs falling limp in his arms. When he was done, he tossed her onto the bathroom floor like a discarded rag doll.
He walked past Luna, who lay unconscious on the floor, her body motionless. As he moved, he buttoned his blood-splattered shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to his damp skin. He paused for a second to adjust his underwear—an act so casual and indifferent it was chilling. Then, as if nothing had happened, he slipped out of the club unnoticed, vanishing into the shadows like a ghost.
Luna lay sprawled across the cold tiles. Her head throbbed, a sharp, blinding pain pulsing behind her eyes as she slowly opened them. The flashing club lights flickered faintly from outside the bathroom, giving everything a surreal, distorted hue.
"Boss! Boss!" a voice echoed in her ears. Confused, she blinked, realizing the earbud was still in her ear. The voice had woken her—urgent, panicked, familiar.
"Lena?" she croaked, her throat dry and sore.
"Are you ok? We're coming in." With that, Lena and her team stormed into the club with swift, calculated movements. Their boots hit the ground with silent determination, eyes scanning the room with trained precision.
Though humans and vampires coexisted, humans were always considered the lesser beings. The hierarchy was clear. Vampires could be identified by their crimson eyes—burning and unmistakable. Werewolves, on the other hand, had deep yellow eyes that glowed like molten gold under the light. Only a few, special vampires with rare abilities—purebloods—possessed eye colors that deviated from the norm. Eyes that marked them as something more, something dangerous.
The original female lead despised vampires with every fiber of her being. Her hatred shaped everything she did. That's why DX Club was a human-only sanctuary, a place built with a strict, unspoken rule: vampires caught within its walls would be executed without hesitation. Every vampire in the city knew this.
No vampire comes close to the DX club and if a vampire does come, it's for food. Mostly the pureblooded vampires, because they're the only ones who could get away easily. They didn't need permission. They didn't need to explain. They came, fed, and disappeared like smoke in the wind. Everyone else? They wouldn't dare.
Luna immediately stood up, only to see a dead body staring back at her. Eyes wide, glassy, and unblinking. The blood was still fresh around its neck. She wanted to scream but she held it in. Her lips parted slightly, breath catching
No
n her throat, but no sound came out. Instead, she slowly picked up her knife and fixed it back to her lap, the motion trembling just slightly. Her fingers were cold. Her knees wobbled.
She started moving—cautiously, precisely—scanning the area for anything suspicious. Her eyes darted from one shadow to the next. Her ears strained to catch any sound out of the ordinary. But so far, nothing. Just the hum of distant music, muffled footsteps above the basement, and the eerie silence around her.
It was like fifteen minutes passed—agonizing, stretched out like hours—and then, behind her…
"Groan! Groan!"
She spun around in fear to be welcomed by red bloodstained eyes with long fangs. Dirty black nails curled like claws. Its skin was pale, almost gray, and its movements jerky like a puppet on strings.
Her heart pounded like it was trying to run away from her chest, hammering against her ribs, threatening to give her away. The air around her grew heavier.
And then the creature jumped on her with force.
All supernatural beings think Luna's blood smells good—different, otherworldly. They can easily recognize her. She's the villainess. The cursed one. The market.
She quickly dodged immediately and the vampire landed on the floor, snarling as it missed its target. Its claws scraped the concrete, sending sparks into the air. Luna backed away, gripping the knife again, her body tense like a bow ready to snap.
She didn't know where she got this bravery from, but right now she needed to fight for survival. She had always had a sorrowful life, and now she was DEAD—only to reincarnate into the body of someone destined to die. That was the truth. The way the game goes, she's going to die! But Luna never accepted that truth!
"Damnit! Who the hell is this disgusting thing!" The creature came closer and closer to her, its breath foul and rank in the still air. Her grip on the knife tightened as she positioned it in her hands with calculative moves. Her heart raced, but her focus was sharp. She was timing the heart—just like in the book. The heart was the target. It had to be.
Every movement of the vampire felt deliberate, like it was savoring the moment before it struck. The gleam in its eyes told her it wasn't just hunting for food—it was hunting for sport. But Luna didn't have the luxury of waiting for the right moment. She was already on borrowed time.
With a quick, calculated shift, she moved two steps sideways, her footfalls barely audible as she shifted into position. The vampire didn't hesitate, its monstrous feet dragging closer with unnerving slowness. The air was thick, and every breath felt like it could be her last.
"Stay back!" she warned, voice a blend of desperation and determination. But the vampire didn't listen. It only closed the distance, its monstrous grin widening. There was no way she could let it get that close. If it reached her, she was done for.
Her hand, steady despite the panic gnawing at her, aimed the knife at its chest. The vampire didn't flinch as she lunged forward, and the blade sank deep into its heart. The creature let out an ear-splitting screech, its hands gripping the knife as if trying to wrench it out, but it was too late. It wasn't just an ordinary knife. This blade was forged for one purpose only—to kill vampires.
The creature's struggles grew weaker as it fell to the ground, the life draining from its body. Luna stood over it, chest heaving, sweat clinging to her skin. She couldn't let her guard down yet; there was more to come. But for now, she had won this battle.
As the creature's form crumbled into dust, Luna wiped the blood from her hands, her eyes scanning the dark, eerie surroundings.
She made her way through the door and into the main hall, where the lively party was in full swing. The rhythmic beats of the music mixed with the laughter and chatter, creating a dissonance that seemed to clash with the cold reality she was carrying with her. The blood on her body, though still fresh, went unnoticed, masked by the colorful, flashing party lights that danced across the room in chaotic patterns.
As she stepped outside into the cool night air, she almost gasped, her breath catching in her throat.
"Lena?" she called, surprised to see her there. Lena's silver hair glowed under the moonlight, a radiant halo against the darkness, and the brown Amy uniform she wore added a hardened edge to her presence, making her look every bit the badass that she was. Her sharp, calculating eyes locked on Luna's, assessing her with a single glance.
"Boss, you okay?" Lena asked, her voice steady but laced with concern. Unlike Teresa, who seemed to hover around Luna like a protective shadow, Lena was here to do one thing and one thing only—to carry out her duties and protect Luna. No more, no less.
Luna scanned the surrounding area, her gaze drifting over the figures of several members of the Omega Black team who were standing at attention nearby. Something about the scene caught her off guard—Why are they all women? she thought, surprised by the unusual composition of the team. It wasn't something she had expected, though it didn't faze her much. Her mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the next move.
"We need to get going," Lena said, her tone brisk, snapping Luna back to the present.
"To where? Is the area clear?" Luna demanded, her voice sharp and commanding, the edge of her mafia boss persona slipping into her words. She was done with hesitation—too many had already suffered because of her past mistakes, and she wasn't about to let any more innocent lives fall into the same trap. She couldn't allow anyone else to face the same tragedy she had just experienced.
"No, but some of my men are here. It should be fine," Lena replied, her words measured, though the faintest hint of unease lingered in her voice. She didn't like the uncertainty of it, but she knew better than to question Luna's orders.
Luna's eyes narrowed. "Send some of them inside the club immediately," she commanded, her tone firm and unwavering.
"Yes, boss," Lena replied instantly, without hesitation. Her loyalty was absolute, and she knew better than to question Luna's leadership.
"So, where are we going?" Luna asked, her impatience growing, the need for action
pushing her forward.
"We found the vampire behind the killings. It's actually a gang team trying to bring the company down," Lena explained, her voice steady, though there was an undercurrent of urgency. "I just found their hideout. It's time to end this."
Luna's eyes hardened, a spark of approval flickering in her gaze. "Impressive. Arrange everything and let's head there," she ordered, already turning on her heel to move. Her mind was already calculating the best strategy, thinking several steps ahead.
The time for hesitation had passed. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed the scene behind her, walking past the team with a commanding presence.
Lena signaled her assistant to come closer.
"Send some men in. You heard her," she said, her voice low but carrying the weight of authority. The assistant nodded quickly, understanding the urgency, before rushing off to carry out the orders.
Lena turned, following Luna into the waiting SUV.