Chapter 210 – Negotiations fail

As Luke traveled to the camp he had shut down many years ago, Wednesday and Natasha were facing off against vampires from the Drosia Clan.

Neither of them imagined that on this very night, they would be confronting the secondary branch of this important vampire clan.

They found the vampires’ base—a mansion perched atop a hill in Sunnyvale. They managed to locate it thanks to Luke, who interrogated Elias and instantly relayed the information to Wednesday and Natasha through their telepathic group link.

However, they did not expect to be discovered by the vampires of the Drosia Clan. Thanks to Luke, they knew that a vampire had escaped using a teleporter and would alert the others. That was why they had planned a surprise attack when the vampires left in Luke’s direction.

They wanted to buy time for Luke to reach the abandoned camp and retrieve the evidence without any setbacks. After that, they would leave Sunnyvale and Shadyside.

But their surprise attack was uncovered, and they were nearly caught off guard by an unexpected counterattack. It seemed these vampires had a method to monitor the areas surrounding their mansion.

“We’re not here to fight,” Wednesday said after gracefully dodging a dangerously lethal attack from a well-dressed, elegant middle-aged vampire.

“Hard to believe, considering you were lurking around our gardens like a rat. Besides, thanks to your companion, we know that you’re aware of what’s happening here,” the middle-aged vampire scoffed, eyeing Wednesday and Natasha with arrogance.

‘That must be Elena, Elias and Lauren’s grandmother,’ Wednesday thought, analyzing the woman with her dark eyes. She had to be over a hundred years old.

Upon learning from Luke that Elias and Lauren were hybrid vampires, Wednesday had been quite surprised, though she would never admit it. She had never once suspected them. If she ran into them now, she wouldn’t let them go so easily…

Even though she had played them by using a false identity and personality, she hated being played with the same trick.

“That psychics would uncover what’s happening here…” said the most wrinkled man among the vampires, his voice rough.

‘Niklaus. The leader of this branch,’ Wednesday thought, now focusing on the middle-aged man with silver hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

“Your children must have done something foolish,” Niklaus added, turning his gaze toward the two men who appeared to be in their thirties.

“We’re sorry, Father,” the two men said in unison, bowing their heads respectfully. Niklaus scoffed lightly before shifting his piercing gaze back to Natasha and Wednesday.

Alex, the one who had alerted his family about the psychics, remained silent, his head lowered, lacking the courage to meet his grandfather’s or father’s eyes. His father shot him a glance filled with disappointment and anger.

“I’ll say it again. We’re not here to fight. We don’t care if you use Shadyside as your blood farm. If we get what we came for, we won’t say anything. We’re psychics—we don’t care about the rules vampires impose on themselves,” Wednesday said in an icy tone.

‘So the blonde girl’s sister is also a psychic… and completely different from what I observed before…’ Alex thought. He had watched Jenna and she seemed like a timid, cowardly girl. However, now, even he felt fear at the empty gaze and monotone voice of the girl.

“They know too much. We can’t let them leave,” Elias’s father said in a tone just as icy as Wednesday’s while conjuring a blood sword that hardened in his grip.

Wednesday clicked her tongue in annoyance. If she weren’t on an undercover mission, she would have already launched herself at them with her dark scythe, slicing off the heads of these arrogant vampires who fed on weak normies.

“I am Wednesday Addams. Would you rather have the Drosia Clan hunting you… or my family?” Wednesday asked threateningly, with a hint of irritation in her voice. She hated using her family’s name to intimidate enemies.

All the vampires were stunned by this revelation. Their expressions faltered now that they realized they were facing a member of the Addams family—one of the Six Great Psychic Families, far more powerful than the entire Drosia Clan.

“Your face did seem familiar,” Niklaus murmured, narrowing his eyes at Wednesday. As the eldest daughter, she was famous—especially after reviving and killing Crackstone, not to mention being the girlfriend of Luke Poe, the psychic who possessed three auras, something unheard of in their world.

His gaze then shifted to Natasha. “You must be the shapeshifter…” he added. Natasha’s body immediately shifted back to her original form—there was no longer any point in keeping up the disguise.

“Wait… If you’re not Jenna… then who is Tuesday, really?” Alex asked in disbelief.

If these two girls had been using false identities, then the same had to be true for the beautiful blonde girl.

However, something was off. No one had ever heard of a blue-aura psychic with otherworldly beauty. It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere.

Both Alex and the other vampires had only one name come to mind.

“Luke Poe?” Elena finally asked, her tone filled with disbelief.

“Your brains aren’t so bad after all you are meticulous criminals,” Wednesday said with a faint, cold smile. “I wish those two vampires good luck against Luke. He’s not very patient when he doesn’t get what he wants.”

‘Brother!’ Alex thought, his mind racing to Armand, who was prepared to fight Luke when he teleported away.

It was impossible—his brother had no chance against the legendary three-aura psychic who had defeated Crackstone, killed two highly talented Spellmans, slain a hundred-year-old gorgon, and even fought lesser demons…

“My children…” the thirty-year-old man murmured anxiously. If anything happened to them, his wife—may she rest in peace—would never forgive him.

“Stay put, Adrián. I’ll go,” Niklaus said.

“You two, take care of these girls. Don’t kill the Addams girl, but the shapeshifter—you can kill her,” Niklaus ordered before vanishing from his spot.

‘It’s strange that they refuse to negotiate, even after we told them we don’t want trouble…’ Wednesday thought, feeling a bad premonition.

The blackmail had failed. Even using her last name had been useless. In fact, it seemed to have made things worse—Niklaus had acted strangely after learning their identities.

Wednesday wanted to stop Niklaus, but she was blocked by Elena, Adrián, and Elias’s father. Overcoming three vampires with centuries of experience wouldn’t be easy.

Natasha didn’t stay still. While those three vampires kept Wednesday occupied, she charged toward Alex, her arm transforming into a steel blade.

Alex was caught off guard by Natasha’s sudden, fast, and deadly attack. He barely had time to step aside, narrowly avoiding being impaled.

But Natasha didn’t stop. She swiftly redirected her blade, slicing clean through Alex’s left arm. He couldn’t suppress a scream of pain as his severed limb fell to the ground.

“Alex!” Adrián shouted in anger and concern as he saw his son lose an arm.

Wednesday materialized a spear of darkness and hurled it at Adrián, taking advantage of his distraction. Adrián reacted quickly, dodging to the side, but the spear still grazed his shoulder, piercing through and drawing blood.

Elias’s father lunged at Wednesday while she was in a vulnerable position, but his attack missed—she disappeared into her own darkness and reappeared a few meters away, completely unscathed.

“Tsch,” he clicked him tongue in frustration.

“Stop whining, kid. For a vampire, you’re pretty pathetic,” Natasha sneered, looking down at Alex, who was kneeling and clutching the stump where his arm used to be.

Just as Natasha was about to behead Alex, a mist materialized in front of him, blocking her attack. It was Elena—who didn’t stop after deflecting the strike.

She immediately launched hardened blood projectiles at Natasha, forcing her to dodge as she retreated.

Elena didn’t continue her attack on Natasha, as her priority was to check if her grandson was okay.

Natasha stepped back to stand next to Wednesday. Both had a cold look directed at the vampires.

“The negotiations failed…” Wednesday commented, her tone lacking much concern.

“Yes. Let’s finish this quickly and go with Luke to the camp,” Natasha said, wiping a small line of blood from her cheek.

Wednesday nodded and said, “I’ll tell Luke he can deal with the other vampires now.”

After that, she sent Luke a telepathic message, letting him know that it no longer mattered to keep these vampires alive—they had no intention of reaching an agreement.

So there was no point in keeping them alive and being merciful.

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