SECRET ARMY OF SLAVES

{"We fight with all our might only to win because in war no one comes second."}

The cave walls were damp, the air thick with salt and the lingering scent of decay. I shifted against the jagged rock, my patience wearing thin. We had been there for hours, waiting in the darkness like predators stalking prey, but the night had offered us nothing.

Beside me, Rou exhaled sharply, his frustration mirroring my own. "If we wait any longer, we'll start growing roots," he muttered.

I did not respond, keeping my focus on the open stretch of beach before us. The moon bled pale silver over the sand, illuminating the crashing waves and the distant cliffs. And then, movement.

A dark mass emerged along the shoreline, moving in rigid formation. Rou stiffened beside me as the figures marched forward, their faces expressionless, their eyes void of thought. A tide of controlled bodies. Vampires, an entire army of them.