MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Without a word, the brothers rushed to Reggie's side, their palms clenched tightly as they began to pour their blood onto Blake's grievous wound, their faces contorted with determination.

As Reggie finally succumbed to unconsciousness, his body slumping to the ground, Randal's eyes widened in alarm. With urgency in his voice, he screamed at Nana to help them pull Reggie away from the punishing rays of sunlight.

Nana sprang into action, her heart pounding with fear as she rushed to Reggie's side. With trembling hands, she grasped his limp form and, with Randal's assistance, dragged him towards the shelter of the cave's shadows, her muscles straining with the effort.

Together, they managed to pull Reggie to safety, laying him gently on the cool cave floor as they tended to his charred and battered form. Sweat dripped down Nana's brow as she looked upon the three brothers.

"Stay back, let me tend to Blake until the eclipse comes. If I go down, you might have to take my place," Gunther said telling Randal to remain in the shades with Reggie and Nana while he remained with Blake.

"It sounds like a good plan," Randal murmured, his voice heavy with concern. "Going into the sun all at once is unwise, considering Blake would be in dire danger if all of us fell into the same state as Reggie."

Nana nodded in agreement, her eyes flickering with worry as she watched Gunther tend to Blake, his face contorted in pain as he endured the searing heat of the sun's rays.

But even as Gunther worked tirelessly to keep Blake alive, Randal could see the toll it was taking on him. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Gunther's groans of agony echoed off the cave walls.

Randal clenched his fists, his heart heavy with dread as he realized that it was only a matter of time before Gunther too succumbed to the punishing heat of the sun.

With a heavy sigh, Randal resolved to remain by Reggie's side, ready to take his place should the need arise. But as he watched Gunther's strength wane with each passing moment, he knew that the eclipse couldn't come soon enough.

As Gunther's strength waned under the relentless assault of the sun's scorching rays, Randal's heart clenched with worry, his brow furrowing in concern as he watched his brother's condition deteriorate. With a sense of urgency gnawing at his insides, Randal knew there was little time to waste. Despite the burning pain coursing through his own body, he knew he had to act fast.

With a determined resolve, Randal rushed to Gunther's side, his muscles straining as he hoisted his weakened brother onto his shoulder. Gunther's labored breaths echoed in Randal's ears as he carried him to the safety of the shade, his worried gaze never leaving his brother's pale face.

Once Gunther was settled in the cool refuge of the shadows, Randal turned his attention back to the task at hand. With a heavy heart, he returned to Blake's side, his own body now ablaze with agony as the sun's relentless rays seared his flesh.

But just as Randal's strength began to falter under the intense heat, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon. The sky darkened as the eclipse began, the light gradually dimming as the world fell into shadow.

But as the darkness descended, it became painfully clear that it was too late. Randal's vision blurred as his strength waned, his body succumbing to the relentless onslaught of the sun's rays.

As Randal collapsed to the ground, Nana's heart pounded with fear and urgency. Summoning all her strength, she rushed to his side, her muscles straining against the weight of his massive form as she dragged him back into the protective shade.

With trembling hands, Nana checked Randal's condition, her heart sinking as she saw the burns marring his once formidable frame. She knew time was running out, and she had to act quickly to save both Randal and Blake.

Once they were safely sheltered from the relentless sun, Nana turned her gaze to the three vampires, their bodies charred and motionless. Reggie and Gunther lay unconscious, their faces contorted in pain, while Randal, though still awake, was clearly weakened and struggling to speak.

Through labored breaths, Randal managed to point towards the withered tree nearby, his voice faltering as he explained their last hope to Nana. Tears welled in her eyes as she listened, her heart breaking at the thought of losing them all.

"The eclipse..." Randal stuttered, his words barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. "The tree...will bear fruit...squeeze it into Blake's mouth..."

Nana nodded, her vision blurred with tears as she watched Randal slip into unconsciousness. She felt a wave of despair wash over her as she realized the enormity of the task ahead. With a heavy heart, she knew that she was now Blake's only hope for survival.

Soon, the eclipse reached its full form and the entire island was enveloped in darkness, shrouded in the shadow of the moon. Inside the volcano, where Nana and the unconscious vampires lay, the darkness was absolute.

With bated breath, Nana watched as the sky darkened, her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed for the tree to bear fruit. But as she glanced towards Blake, her hope turned to despair as she saw his chest, once again, bleeding profusely.

Panic surged through her veins as she realized that time was running out. With desperation gripping her, Nana turned towards the shriveled tree, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber as she screamed at it to bear fruit. "Please!" she cried, her voice raw with emotion. "We need your help! Give us the fruit we need to save him!"

As the seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, Nana's cries grew louder, her desperation mounting with each passing moment.

In the dim light of the eclipse, Nana's heart leaped with hope as she witnessed the miraculous transformation before her eyes. A single leaf shot out from a barren branch of the shriveled tree, its vibrant green hue contrasting against the darkness of the chamber.

Like an illusion, the leaf began to shimmer with a soft, red glow, steadily growing larger and larger until it blossomed into a radiant fruit.

With trembling hands, Nana reached out and plucked the sun fruit from the branch, her fingers brushing against its smooth, cool surface. Despite the urgency of the moment, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight before her—the tangible manifestation of their last hope to save Blake.