Tonight was worse than usual. There was a blood moon rising—a rare event that had every vampire in town on edge, especially Jesse.

Jesse, the ruthless vampire was back in town. Rumor had it he was after a powerful artifact called the Crimson Medallion. Legend said that during a blood moon, any vampire wearing the medallion would have strong powers

Ethan closed his eyes, hoping for a vision to give them an edge. But instead, he sensed something dark and oppressive: Jesse was already in the building—and he wasn’t alone.

“He’s here,” Ethan whispered, snapping his eyes open. “And he brought Gord and Wes.”

They were about to make their move when the shadows shifted at the far end of the room. Jesse stepped forward, his eyes gleaming red. Gord and Wes flanked him, their faces menacing.

“Well, well,” Jesse sneered, “the baby vamps and their babysitter.” He smirked at Sarah. “Join me, Sarah. Think of the power you could have.”

“Not interested,” Sarah replied coolly, hiding her internal struggle. Her vampire urges were stronger than usual, but she’d spent years resisting them. She wouldn’t falter now.

“Oh, Sarah,” Jesse taunted, his gaze drifting to her friends. “Your human friends are so… fragile. Join us, and we’ll rule Whitechapel.” His eyes locked onto the medallion.

Benny, heart racing, took a deep breath and threw a handful of sparkling powder into the air. “Invisiblo Maximo!”

Instantly, the group vanished—or mostly. Benny’s hands still glowed faintly purple.

“Get them!” Jesse roared.

Chaos erupted. Gord and Wes lunged blindly, knocking over displays and setting off alarms. Sarah, moving at vampire speed, took on Wes, ducking and dodging his attacks in a blur. Erica, ready for action, swung an ancient vase at Gord, shattering it over his head and sending him stumbling.

Meanwhile, Ethan and Benny reached the medallion, lifting the case with Benny’s shaky levitation spell. But Jesse closed in, grabbing Ethan’s wrist with a vice-like grip.

“Nice try, kid,” Jesse hissed. “But this belongs to me.”