Vampires

Michael slipped into the house in his spirit form, invisible to everyone inside. He moved silently, observing the vampires as they conversed.

"We attack tonight," announced the man who seemed to be their leader, his tone commanding. Michael counted a total of twelve vampires in the room. Their determination was evident, and the urgency to act weighed on him.

Having gathered enough information, Michael left the house and returned to Bonnie's home, where Camille and Bonnie were still deep in conversation.

"I've located them," Michael said, his voice directed at Camille.

She paused and looked at him, drawing Bonnie's attention.

"What are you looking at?" Bonnie asked, noticing Camille's momentary distraction.

"My boyfriend," Camille replied with a small smile.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly. "Well, that's not creepy at all," she remarked, shaking her head.

Michael continued, "The vampires are planning to attack tonight at the Founder's Festival. There are twelve of them, and their leader seems well-organized."

Camille's expression grew serious. "So, what's the plan? Do we stop them now?" she asked, relaying Michael's words.

Bonnie nodded and immediately reached for her phone.

"What are you doing?" Camille asked as Bonnie began dialing.

"Calling for backup," Bonnie replied firmly. "We'll need reinforcements to handle this many vampires."

***

After half an hour, Bonnie and Camille waited at the edge of the vampire hideout, staying alert while backup was en route. The darkened house loomed in the distance, its eerie quietness unsettling. Finally, a car pulled up, and three familiar figures stepped out: Alaric Saltzman, the seasoned vampire hunter, along with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, the infamous vampire brothers.

Michael, observing silently in his spirit form, smirked. Exactly like the show. No changes to their personalities or demeanor.

"So, is this your new buddy?" Damon quipped, sauntering up to Bonnie with his characteristic smirk. His eyes shifted to Camille, appraising her with curiosity. "And here I thought you weren't a fan of vampires," he added with mock surprise.

Camille rolled her eyes but smiled politely. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm taken," she said, a playful edge to her voice.

Damon chuckled, nodding in mock agreement. "Well, I'll have to find someone else for that quiet, romantic moment," he teased.

"Focus," Stefan interjected, his expression serious. "What's the situation?"

Bonnie stepped forward, her tone brisk. "There are twelve vampires inside. They've compelled the elderly woman who lives here to guard the door and only let in those she invites. No Vampire can enter unless we deal with her first."

Alaric nodded thoughtfully, gripping his vampire-hunting stake. "Alright, I'll go in first and try to get her away from the door—or at least out of harm's way."

Camille looked at him, her brow furrowed in concern. "But you're human. Isn't that too dangerous? They'll kill you before you get the chance to help her."

Alaric smirked, holding up his hand to reveal the enchanted ring on his finger. "This little thing? It ensures I don't stay dead for long," he said confidently.

The others exchanged glances, each acknowledging the stakes. "Let's not waste time," Stefan said, his voice calm but firm.

As the group finalized their plan, Michael hovered nearby, watching and listening. Though he couldn't intervene physically, he silently vowed to ensure their success in any way he could.

The group quickly finalized their plan. Alaric would try to approach the elderly woman at the door while the rest stayed on standby, ready to act if things went sideways. Bonnie prepared her magic, holding her grimoire tightly, while Damon leaned against the car, sharpening a wooden stake with a casual yet focused demeanor.

"Remember," Stefan said, addressing Alaric, "if anything feels off, get out of there. We'll figure out another way."

Alaric nodded, his resolve firm. "I've got this," he said before heading toward the house.

Michael floated beside Camille, his spectral form invisible to all but her. "Keep an eye on him," Michael said softly. "If things go bad, we'll need to act fast."

"I know," Camille whispered, her voice tight with worry.

As Alaric approached the door, the house remained eerily silent. The only sound was the creak of the porch steps under his weight. The elderly woman appeared, her frail figure framed by the doorway, her expression vacant but unnervingly calm.

"Good evening, ma'am," Alaric said, his tone gentle but authoritative. "I'm with the neighborhood watch, and we've had reports of suspicious activity in the area. Do you mind stepping outside for a moment so we can ensure everything is alright?"

The woman's eyes glazed over as she replied in a monotone voice, "I cannot leave. They told me to stay here and guard the house."

"Who told you that?" Alaric asked, trying to keep her talking while subtly reaching for his vervain spray.

"They're my guests," she said, her tone robotic. "They need my help."

Before Alaric could respond, movement inside the house caught his attention. A shadowy figure appeared behind the woman, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. One of the vampires had noticed the commotion.

"Trouble," Michael muttered, hovering closer to the scene.

Back at their position, Damon's eyes narrowed. "Something's wrong. Time to move."

"Wait," Stefan cautioned. "We can't rush in without a plan."

"We've got twelve vampires in there planning a massacre," Damon retorted. "I'd say that's enough reason to hurry."

Damon rushed toward the house with his vampiric speed, grabbing the elderly woman and pulling her outside before swiftly twisting her neck, ending her life instantly.

"Was that necessary?" Camille asked, stepping closer to examine the now-lifeless woman.

"Yes, it was," Damon shrugged, his tone dismissive as he adjusted his grip on the wooden stake and glanced back toward the house.

Stefan hesitated briefly as he approached, his expression grim, before stepping in to help Camille gently close the eyes of the deceased woman.

"You didn't have to kill her like that," Camille said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Stefan said nothing, his silence reflecting the harsh reality of their situation. He turned and entered the house with Damon. Alaric followed soon after, his face set in determination.

Bonnie approached Camille, placing a comforting hand on her back. "This is why I've always been wary of vampires," Bonnie said softly, her tone a mix of empathy and sorrow.

Camille shook her head, still shaken by what she had witnessed. "It wasn't necessary," she insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

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