Miravixen

"Leo's innocence was shattered the day he witnessed a horror he could never forget which he wished so badly his innocent eyes didn’t witness  . His elder brother, once a guiding light, plunged a knife into their father's chest, and walked away with a chilling smile. Leo, still a child, was frozen in terror, his playful nature replaced with a haunting dread. He hid in the shadows, his camera still rolling, capturing the sinister act.

As the brother vanished, Leo crept out from under the table, his legs trembling like leaves. He approached his father, whose eyes pleaded for silence. "Dad, what happened? Should I call for help? You're bleeding...you look so sick." His father's voice was barely audible, but the urgency was clear.

"Leo, listen carefully. The safe...it's yours now. Only your fingerprint can open it. Never let anyone near it. The truth you seek, it's all inside. When your grandfather comes, go with him, take the safe, and leave with him. Protect it with your life." With those final words, his father's eyes glazed over, and he slumped back in his chair, leaving Leo alone with the weight of a dark secret."

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Fell for the vampire devlish smile

Emily's grandfather, Edward, couldn't shake off the ominous feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Something was amiss.

He dialed Emily's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Understandable, perhaps she was already asleep, her phone on silent.

Edward's concern deepened. He needed reassurance.

He called his daughter, Emily's aunt, Rebecca

Rebbecca answered on the first ring, her voice cheerful.

Edward's unease lessened slightly.

"Just checking on Emily. I haven't heard from her."

"Don't worry, Dad. Maybe she's still in college, working on important projects. She'll call you when she gets home."

But Edward detected a faint undertone, a hint of malice.

Claire's laughter sent shivers down Edward's spine.

"Of course, Dad. Why wouldn't it be?"

As they spoke, Rebecca's hands moved deftly, scissors snipping through Emily's hair, cutting it short. Her smile gleamed with malevolence.

"Dad, I have to go. Emily's... uh... studying. Don't worry."

Edward's instincts screamed warning signals.

Claire's voice turned sugary sweet.

"I'll tell her you called, Dad. Love you!"

Meanwhile, Emily stirred, her head throbbing.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a dark, unfamiliar room.

Her aunt's cackling laughter echoed through the shadows.

chapter 18