The Hunt For Immortal Love

I can recall clearly the first time that I was daring enough to break into the blood bank.

I was a youngling at only the age of a few months. My Maker, who was also my Master, was trying to teach me restraint. Yet even though in the beginning he thought that he was succeeding, I soon prove to him how spectacularly he was failing.

I had, after having quite the encounter with a sweet your nurse, I came to realize that there was an abundance of blood that can be freely taken. Well, that was my firm belief.

Now I did soon realize that it was not the same as the heavenly nectar that so warmly came from a very much living mortal. It was quite a different taste to get used to, but what was an added bonus is that you could choose your favorite blood type.

Well, to say that I did not get carried away is an understatement. There was soon a shortage of blood, and at first my Master did not put the pieces together. But the moment it became known that the blood is being taken, then did he only start to tie my absences and the missing blood together.

Years after that, it became a good old joke that we spoke about often. Now never did I think I would find my way there again.

So this is where Edward and I are finding our way now. I don't think I even need to mention what the Vampire community shall say when they get wind of this. We shall try our best to make our way in and out in less than only but mere minutes.

Now, let me picture you this. It is one of the coldest days I have felt in London for years. The skies above are turmoiling in circles. When I refer to turmoil, yes, they are turning in thick dark clouds in circles. It is like the skies can suck in the world at any minute.

There is the awful rumbling that I am safely guessing is not thunder. The rain that beats down came like little drops of acid. Whatever was unleashed from Pandora's box is either bound to take us in or let out the unspeakable. So with the dread looming over, I can see Edward looking at me somewhat concerned.

"Sebastian, do you think this shall work? I mean, Lucius must have thought this out; he shall be prepared for the interruption."

"Then we shall be prepared to interrupt. But sitting back, even giving up, is not an option."

"I fear for Anastasia's life. I could not give much concern for Lucius."

"That makes to off us, my friend. Let us just hope that everyone is able to achieve what is desired.

...Morgana POV...

I feel like a complete fool for misleading the signs. I was clearly convinced that the child was human, even the possibility of being a Vampire. Have my powers become so weak that Elloise's spell could also deceive me? Well, that shall not happen again. This time I am for certain. It is indeed Lucius, and must I say what a brilliant plan they put together.

Now I do not know if I can save Anastasia. The look in the dark eyes of the Vampire Master did set me at unease, and I did not even wish to make a mention.

So I shall set out to prepare the potion as precise and perfect as possible.

And with that thought, I find myself back in the middle of my potion room. With only but a flick of my fingers, I call for the best of my fairies to come to show some assistance.

"Now, Isabelle, we need to get this down to absolute detail and perfection. And I hate to say that time is not on our side. Any ingredients shall need to be collected with absolute haste."

Isabelle brings me the book that lists pages and pages of potions. I flip from pages to pages until we find the one that shall bring temporary paralysis to Anastasia. This shall slow down the rate that she loses blood while keeping her under in a sort of comatose state.

"Isabelle, let us get started."

"You shall need the following, the bark of an ancient tree."

"That we have, what is next?"

"The hair of a wolf."

"Oh, I am sure you can find that on my sheets."

Isabelle only but clears her throat and continues, "Blood of a Master. Wings of a fairy."

She looks at me, half relieved as she won't be on the directing block today.

"Please continue."

"A hint of the essence of an angel."

"Well, let us hope that it does not kill Anastasia. What is next?"

"The fresh leaves of the flower."

"Great, then we are settled."

"I," she softly whispers. "There is one more thing."

"Please do explain?"

"Bone of a witch."

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"Oh God, absolutely fantastic."

...Daniel POV...

Yes, well, we are kind of use to saving the world, but that is when we have messed it up. This time, my dear, and do I dare to say, my friend, Sebastian Belmont. Now I am for fucking sure going to kill him once this is over. From all the stupid things the man has done, well, this one is by far the greatest. I think I told him with the exact words, "Leave the hunting to the hunters."

But yes, the Vampire Master is out to save the world and get himself killed. Now I don't know how this one is going to play out. Let us get the skies to close, Lucius back in his hole and well, not sure about the evil Stefan and his sidekick Elloise. So let us all get the show on the road, and first up is my dear old brother that has his head stuff into his laptop again.

"Well, you guys will be shocked to know that according to this, there is no way that Anastasia is going to survive the birth."

I clear my throat, rather nervous as I look at Bobby that is going through dad's book, "And you, Bobby?"

"The same here. There is no way that she will survive. You need to stake the sucker while he is still in her, but then you stake her."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"And if she gives birth?"

"He is going to rip her wide open. Too much blood, too much damage."

"But this flower?"

"Yes, it will help if she gives normal birth, but I believe that Lucius is going to make quite the entrance."

"Well, let us hope that we are on the chance side of being wrong. Now I will go grab her brush so we can start this location spell. I doubt he will take her where he used to rot."

With that, I head back upstairs to go find the brush that Anastasia uses, but as I step into the room, I can see the pockets of darkness that are still swirling around in her room. Now there is no way that I am stepping into that and getting sucked in. Guess we shall need to find something else. So as I get back to the kitchen empty-handed. Sam just stares at me, "Dude, where is the brush."

"Not going to work; we need to find something else."

"Well, go scratch in the laundry."

"I am not doing that," he says as he refuses. "You do it."

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"No way I am doing that," I stand my ground. "I am not scratching between what could possibly be Sebastian's underwear."

"Well, I ain't doing it either."

"Neither am I."

From behind, I hear Bobby curse to himself as he chucks a dress over onto the table, "Just start the damn spell."

Within mere seconds I have the pendulum swing over the map of London. It only takes an inch of a second.

"I have got them."

...Sebastian POV...

We have just stopped in front of the section of the hospital that houses the blood bank. Quite a fitting name, I shall say, for you can come to withdraw what it is that you need. Now with anything where you just take something without permission, it is seen as stealing. So yes, we are two Vampires robbing the bank.

But let us leave the jokes for later.

Edward and I have entered the building on the pretense of visiting a patient, but the moment that no one was looking, we slipped down the corridor that leads us to the entrance of the blood bank.

I shall be honest, I am slightly nervous, and in the back of my head, the terrifying thoughts are playing off with what is happening to my beloved.

As we reach the entrance, we were hoping that it shall be unlocked and that we will find a poor young girl that would be willing to help us. But to no avail.

Edward, while I am keeping a lookout for any trouble approaching, goes ahead and starts to pick the lock. Well, the man used to be quite the rebel when he was young, so he does possess a skill or two that comes in handy.

Once we are satisfied that no one has seen us, we sneak in through the door. Rather to our surprise, there is no alarm activated. We start making our way to the back where the refrigerators are, where they store all the blood, conveniently together as per blood group.

Now, if we were to be picky, I would go for AB, but there is no time for being foolish.

After grabbing as many containers as what we can possibly carry, we start to slowly fill the containers with the little bags of blood.

But just as I am about to pack the last container, I hear a scuffle behind me. Then a click. Then a voice.

"Drop the blood."