MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

As the two men entered the house, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The dimly lit room was filled with the low murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses.

With a sense of urgency, the man with the gun dropped his weapon onto the nearest table, causing a collective gasp from the other occupants of the room. All eyes turned towards the newcomers, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.

"Shit!" exclaimed the man who had relinquished his gun, his voice tinged with frustration and panic.

Immediately, the other men in the room began to gather around, their expressions ranging from confusion to alarm. They bombarded the newcomers with questions, demanding to know what had transpired.

The injured man, his face contorted with pain, spoke up first. "Charlie killed somebody," he announced, his words sending shockwaves through the room.

A chorus of incredulous voices erupted, the other men demanding to know why such a drastic action had been taken. Panic and confusion swept through the group as they struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

As the injured man recounted the events of the evening, it became clear that both he and Charlie were newly recruited members of the gang. They had been given a tip-off for a job, but their night had taken a dark turn when they encountered a vulnerable victim on their way out of the club.

Their nefarious plans had been thwarted by the unexpected intervention of a mysterious figure.

Amidst the tense atmosphere in the room, a scruffy-looking man stepped forward, his demeanor commanding attention. He directed his gaze towards the two newcomers, his expression a mixture of suspicion and concern.

"Why'd you idiots come back here?" he demanded, his voice laced with annoyance. "You should've laid low, figured out what to do next."

The two men exchanged uneasy glances, clearly feeling the weight of their mistake. "We... we thought it was safe," stammered Charlie, the man who had dropped his gun.

Another member of the gang, a grizzled individual who appeared to hold some authority, spoke up, his tone sharp. "Were you followed?" he questioned, his eyes boring into the two newcomers.

The two men shook their heads vehemently, eager to defend their actions. "Nah, we bolted before the cops could show up," explained the injured man, his voice strained. "And the girl... she didn't get a good look at us. We had masks on."

The tension in the room seemed to ease slightly at this revelation, though murmurs of dissatisfaction still rippled through the gathered men. It was clear that the situation was far from resolved, and the consequences of their actions weighed heavily on everyone present.

As the tension thickened in the room, a chilling chuckle sliced through the air, freezing everyone in place. All eyes snapped towards the source, and there, by the doorway, stood a figure with striking white and black hair, laughing with an unsettling fervor.

The two newcomers recoiled as if they'd seen a specter, their faces draining of color. The grizzled man, the de facto leader of the gang, stepped forward, his expression a mix of bewilderment and suspicion.

"How the hell did you get in here?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. The two men exchanged confused glances, realizing they had indeed secured the door.

Blake's laughter subsided into a smirk as he sauntered further into the room, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Seems like you guys need to up your security game," he remarked casually, his tone dripping with disdain. "Your little club here is a joke."

The two men, still reeling from shock, found their voices in unison, protesting vehemently. "That's impossible!" they exclaimed, their disbelief palpable.

The gang leader's eyes narrowed as he regarded the intruder with a mix of suspicion and intrigue. "Who the hell is he?" he demanded, his gaze flicking between Blake and the two newcomers.

Charlie, the one who had wielded the gun earlier, swallowed hard before speaking up. "He's... he's the guy I shot," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

The gang leader's voice sliced through the tense air, his words dripping with scorn. "So, Charlie, let me get this straight. You shot this man," he gestured towards Blake, who stood there with an air of smug defiance, "and yet here he is, alive and well, without a scratch on him?"

Charlie's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, unable to form a coherent response. His mind raced with disbelief and confusion, grappling with the impossible reality before him. How was it possible that the man he had shot was now standing before him, seemingly unscathed?

His companion, still nursing his wounds, shared the same incredulous expression, his eyes fixed on Blake with a mix of fear and disbelief.

The gang leader's voice cut through the stunned silence once more, his tone laced with disdain. "It's clear you two don't know when you're being followed, and you clearly don't know how to handle a gun," he sneered, his gaze flicking between the bewildered newcomers and the enigmatic figure before them.

"Otherwise, we wouldn't be having this man come into the club, cackling like he was bitten by a rabid dog,"

The gang leader, his face contorted with rage, stepped forward until he was mere inches from Blake's towering form. He lucked eyes with Blake, his gaze piercing and menacing. Blake however had a neutral look about him, bland expression on his face.

"You think you can just waltz in here and disrespect me?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

Blake remained impassive, his eyes locked on the gang leader's with unwavering intensity. He didn't flinch as the gang leader closed the gap between them, his posture relaxed yet poised for action.

With a dismissive glance, Blake brushed past the gang leader, his movements fluid and deliberate as his shoulders hit the gang leader's. He continued toward the two men he had encountered earlier, paying no heed to the gang leader's threats.

Enraged by Blake's brazen disregard, the gang leader reached for his gun, his fingers curling around the familiar grip. Without hesitation, he raised the weapon and fired three shots at Blake's retreating back.

The bullets tore through the air with deadly precision, striking Blake in rapid succession. Though each impact sent shockwaves of pain reverberating through his body. He gritted his teeth against the searing agony, stopping as he felt each shot landing on his back. Did it hurt? Yes. Enough to kill him?

Well.. no!

The gang leader's expression twisted into a snarl of frustration and disbelief. He had expected Blake to crumble under the onslaught, to beg for mercy like any other man would. But Blake was no ordinary man, and the gang leader was beginning to realize that he had underestimated him.

The bullets struck Blake's back with a resounding thud, but to everyone's shock, he didn't falter. He turned around slowly, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down the gang leader's spine.

"You should have listened to your own advice," Blake remarked, his voice low and dangerous. "I warned you about underestimating me."

The gang leader's bravado faltered for a moment as he realized the gravity of his mistake, but he quickly regained his composure, leveling the gun at Blake once more.

Before he could pull the trigger again, Blake lunged forward with astonishing speed, disarming the gang leader effortlessly and pinning him to the ground in one swift motion. The other men in the club watched in stunned silence as their leader was overpowered by this seemingly unstoppable force.

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Reggie and his brothers paced back and forth in the dimly lit safe house, their minds consumed with worry over Blake's sudden disappearance. The atmosphere was tense, filled with unspoken concern as they tried to piece together the events that had led to his absence.

Suddenly, Reggie froze mid-step, his ears pricking up at the faint sound echoing through the silence. He turned to his brothers, a furrow forming on his brow, and they exchanged wary glances.

"Did you hear that?" Reggie's voice cut through the stillness, a note of urgency lacing his words. Gunther and Randal nodded in unison, their senses on high alert.

Without a word, they sprang into action, their movements fluid and synchronized. In a blur of motion, they vanished from the room, leaving Nana behind with a perplexed expression.

"What sound did..." The words died in her mouth.

As the front door slowly swung shut behind them, Nana was left standing in the empty safe house, her heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty. Little did she know, Reggie and his brothers were already hot on the trail of their missing comrade.