First target 2

Glendale walked out of the kitchen with a bowl filled with pancakes. "Does anybody have any idea how long it takes an influencer to be famous?" She asked, dropping it on the center table for anyone who wants to taste.

"If you are thinking about becoming a celebrity, don't even try it." Kevin said, stuffing a pancake in his mouth.

"You are a vampire. A vampire becoming a celebrity and getting famous? You are definitely going to expose us." He explained and Glendale rolled her eyes.

Duran chuckled. Those two are always bantering. He glanced at Gray and shook his head. Dude is even more quiet than Cameron. Why would someone normal close his eyes all day while resting on the couch like he is asleep or something? One thing is for sure, Gray is never asleep whenever he does like that.

"Anyone seen Cameron around?" Kevin asked. That was true. Ever since the day he acted so strange, none of them has seen him.

"He is busy with work, don't you think?" Glendale is always supporting him, good or bad.

Gray stiffened. "Or he was busy with....them!" He said and was sure the others heard him because they all stood up immediately six men entered into the living room where they were. All on black outfits and hoodies, they attacked.

Duran, who isn't a vampire, got tired and bled after a few blows landed on him. Those people's fists looked like two blocks smashed on him after their hard blows.

Glendale was struggling, she wasn't that good with her fighting skills. Heaven only made her being a vampire a bonus to take care of herself.

Kevin stole pancakes as he fought tirelessly with them, hitting as hard as he can. The vampire fellas aren't backing out either.

Gray dealt with them effortlessly and mercilessly. If they weren't vampires, they would probably bleed out of Gray's hard fists.

Just in a sudden moment, the four friends were loosing and the enemies was having the upper hand.

"They came to kill us this time." Gray muttered under his breath as his knees got beaten to the ground.

Kevin was bleeding through the corner of his mouth while Glendale was already unconscious.

Duran knew he had to do something or something worse was going to happen to them without a trace, without Cameron knowing. He allowed them to be engrossed in fighting the others as he crept upstairs.

"Duran..." Kevin whispered weakly at Duran being a coward.

The needle filled with a yellowish liquid was stabbed into Gray's neck. Duran pulled the turnover used for lights and light shown in every tight corner of the whole house. The impact of the sudden light blinded them. They groaned, falling to the floor, trying to cover their eyes.

The six of them managed to drag themselves to escape.

"I thought you were a coward." Kevin said jokingly and Duran chuckled.

"Glendale? Gray!" Both of them said simultaneously.

"Glendale only passed out." Duran breathed in relief.

"Gray? Gray!" Kevin tapped Gray's cheeks repeatedly.

Gray's eyes were rolling up in his sockets and his body was burning hot. Black lines were all over his face and neck, his nails and teeth are elongated too.

"Gray, look at me." His hands were tightly fisted. Gray held himself back not to convulse.

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~• MIDWAY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, CHICAGO •~

Cameron was dressed in a black suit, his eyes covered with a black and gold shade while his fingers tightened against the laptop box he was carrying as he stepped down from the private plane.

"A car is coming to pick you. Act unfazed and get in." Jorgenson's voice echoed in his ear.

"Your voice is loud and irritating." Cameron rolled his eyes. He has always hated someone dictating for him.

"The car is there, get in." He heard the irritating voice again.

"Can you please stop repeating words? I'm not daft." He huffed, getting into the supposed black car.

In ten minutes, the car stopped opposite a twelve story glass building. How the hell did they build this? Looks like the owner of this company is a little bit rich. The ragged breathing from the Bluetooth in Cameron's ear was almost sounding.

"Third floor, third office. Don't repeat words!" Cameron cut him off arrogantly.

Cameron removed his fake ID card of which he is impersonating a man named Childe Roman. A famous billionaire who was on his way to strike a business deal with the supposed runaway assassin, Richard Mics, has been smacked to unconsciousness by one of Jorgenson's men.

The glass door beeped and he went in. So many staffs and interns. Cameron proceeded towards the entrance that would lead to the first floor where he was stopped again. He understands that it is simple protocol but it doesn't stop him from doing what he was sent to do with the necessary plans.

"Shades and glasses off please." The officer said, statement hit him directly. Cameron huffed and removed his shades. The officer looked at the ID card and looked at Cameron's face.

"Don't be scared. The faces are the same." Jorgenson chuckled.

The face scan beeped and he was allowed in without his box being checked since he is Childe Roman, for now. Cameron put his shade back on, taking an elevator to the third floor where his mission was.

"You can't go in, sir." A female worker stopped him, maybe his secretary.

Cameron faked a smile. "I'm sorry, why?" She gulped, looking at his lips.

"Childe Roman must be a fine man to have her drooling this way." Jorgenson chuckled and Cameron rolled his eyes.

"I have a meeting with him, exactly this time so if you'll excuse me." Cameron already pushed his way into the dude's office before she had another chance to stop him.

There he was, fucking a bitch mercilessly. Moans, groans, clothes and cums everywhere in the room.

"I hate the smell of sex." Cameron felt like puking. Immediately, he opened the box in his hand and the female worker froze.

"Sir Richard?" The motherfucker wasn't even aware someone came in with a gun, he was so engrossed in the sex that was obviously going to kill him.

"Richard Mics!!" Cameron yelled, pointing the shotgun at him. 

Richard froze, his dick still inside the bitch who was already trembling and crying.

"A runaway assassin from the blocks prison at Michigan. How did you end up as the CEO of this place?" Cameron had to ask.

Richard chuckled. "I'm not as lazy as you are. I escaped prison ten years ago, you didn't expect I'd just be a broke ass nigga." He responded.

Eight bouncers appeared out of nowhere. That was when Cameron realized he was surrounded by a notorious assassin's bodyguards who were definitely skilled assassins too.

"You didn't kill him when you had the chance." Jorgenson's voice suddenly went cold.

Cameron shivered, was it what he was thinking? Is he trapped? Cameron didn't know how he did it, Richard pulled out a gun and shot at him. It hit the side of his shoulder.

Gunshots started and Cameron shot a few ones before flying out of the office. He ran to the elevator but it was locked. "Shit!" He tried the second one, it was locked too. He is really trapped.

"Cut, first mission." He heard Jorgenson say.

His eyes traveled to a sight behind him and there the sniper was. In seconds, the sniper travelled quickly into Richard's head. 

"There's no way out. You either jump or you die." Cameron's bones became weak when he heard Jorgenson's words. What!

Jump where? More bodyguards rushed in and he knew more than anyone that he wouldn't survive their bullets. Jumping a twelve story building death should be better right? 

"Jump. Now!" Jorgenson yelled at him. It was the first time Cameron would ever be afraid of death even though he is a vampire.