chapter 4: cunning vampire deadly werewolves

A man walked through the snow-covered forest, carefully treading the path this part of the woods was unlike the one Eve was in earlier. Unlike the greeny and alive surroundings, this area was dead and draped in a thick layer of snow. The man, seemingly unaffected by the cold temperature, only wore a sleek black jacket.

As he ventured further into the forest, the man suddenly halted. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, took a deep drag, and exhaled with a frown before extinguishing and stomping on the butt.

"If you keep following me, I may consider you an enemy," his cold, deep voice resonated through the icy air.

The hollow forest momentarily echoed with wild laughter, followed by a soft chuckle, then silence, before a tall figure emerged from the shadows. The man's face was concealed beneath a shiny silver mask.

"I knew you would discover my presence sooner or later," the masked man declared.

The man in the black jacket didn't seem pleased by the appearance of his masked counterpart. His piercing jade green eyes appeared icy and dangerous.

"Why are you here? You shouldn't be meddling in Crestwood's affairs; your presence is disrupting the balance," he snapped.

The masked man remained silent, merely inhaling deeply and savoring the scent in the air. "That shouldn't be the question, dear brother. The question should be, why do you reek so strongly?"

With a few more grand strides toward his so-called brother, the man in the silver mask paused, another deep breath filling his lungs. His expression contorted into a deep frown. "Human?" he questioned.

The man in the black jacket scowled at his brother's discovery. "Adrian, learn to mind your own business. You can start by leaving Crestwood. The stench you're detecting is only your pack of wolf mutants."

Amused, the masked man chuckled with muffled laughter beneath his silver mask. "Oh, brother, don't you know how much I enjoy peeking into your affairs? It seems I've stumbled upon something quite interesting."

The man in the black jacket clenched his teeth. "Wolves are nothing but useless creatures."

chuckling, the masked man retorted, his sly smile hidden behind the silver mask, "A man like you has no right to say that. You can't even claim to be a pure-blooded vampire."

The man in the jacket glanced lazily at Adrian, not bothering to speak any further. He continued walking past Adrian, just a few steps away, but then paused and glanced back over his shoulder. "Adrian Crestwood doesn't need you," he said firmly. "Stay away from my place. I've been more than lenient with your rampage killing, for your safety and everyone else , stay away from Crest wood ,it doesn't sooth you."

The masked man let out a cunning smile ," I might be cunning, but you are a deadly vampire that need to stay away from Crest wood, you won't mind killing everything that lives within, I shouldn't be the one saying this , you know too well , you once destroyed It once, I wonder if you would be lenient this time."

The man in the black jacket turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving Adrian standing alone among the whispered secrets of Crestwood.

Adrian sniffed the air again ," why does this seem so familiar."

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Eve got back to her cottage soak her self in a hot bath. Feeling all warmly Eve casually fell asleep on the bath tub.

As Eve do they away into the dream world, the door to the bathroom creak a little, a shadowy figure walked into the bathroom, walking slowly toward Eve who was still in the dream land, The figure stared at her pale face , and slowly raised it hand towards her face in a bid to caress her, but quite unfortunately it transparent hands couldn't touch her flesh, it went straight through her , but never came in contact with her.

In that moment, Eve stirred in her sleep, her senses heightened even in the dream world. A faint whisper of a voice reached her ears, as if carried by the wind. "Eve," it called, barely audible yet hauntingly familiar. Her dream self felt a sudden chill, as if a presence was lingering in the room with her.In that moment, Eve stirred in her sleep, her senses heightened even in the dream world. A faint whisper of a voice reached her ears, as if carried by the wind. "Eve," it called, barely audible yet hauntingly familiar. Her dream self felt a sudden chill, as if a presence was lingering in the room with her, but her state of mind was far off the human world, she could only succumb deeper into her sleep.

The figure stared at her peaceful face that was sound asleep, her neatly carved brow furrowed slightly even in slumber. The figure's transparent hand hovered over her forehead, as if tracing the lines of worry etched on her face. It longed to comfort her, to ease her burden, but its ethereal form rendered it powerless. The figure let out a breath it didn't possess and slowly withdrew, retreating into the shadows once more.

Outside the window, the moon shone brightly, casting its soft glow upon the snow-covered landscape. The forest whispered its secrets, the wind carrying the voices of ancient spirits. As Eve slept, her dreams began to shift, spiraling into a realm where reality and fantasy intertwined.

In her dream, Eve found herself standing at the edge of the snow-covered forest. The air was heavy with anticipation, and a sense of urgency filled her heart. She felt compelled to follow the path, to seek answers and the source of the haunting voice. With determination in her eyes, she stepped forward, each footstep leaving imprints in the freshly fallen snow.

As she ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere changed. The colors around her wilted, fading into shades of gray. The once familiar trees stood bare, their branches barren and lifeless. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant howl of a lone wolf.

Eve's heart raced, but she pressed on, her steps quickening as an unexplainable force pushed her forward. The path twisted and turned, leading her through labyrinthine corridors of towering trees. Shadows danced along the forest floor, their forms shifting and morphing with every flicker of moonlight.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Eve reached a clearing bathed in an otherworldly glow. Before her stood a figure shrouded in darkness, its features obscured. She felt a mixture of fear and curiosity, realizing that this was the source of the haunting voice that called her.

"Who are you?" Eve's voice quivered as she spoke, her words barely audible in the vast stillness.