And stole my flower too soon

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 melody of the record player filled the air with its beautiful yet haunting tune. Gabriel moved gracefully on his small stage, and Peter, now under his influence, followed the steps perfectly. Suddenly, Peter's voice crackled over the comms, alerting the others, "Help. He's on the east side."

Annabelle and Sammy dashed towards the east side, urgency in every step. Frank suddenly appeared, startling them all. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, catching his breath. The three quickly recovered and resumed their run. "Peter, we're on our way," Annabelle said, gripping Sammy's hand tightly.

In the east side room, Peter danced, mimicking Gabriel's every move to the haunting song. But as he heard Annabelle's voice, he stopped and turned, feigning hurt as the trio arrived. "Peter?" Annabelle asked cautiously, sensing something was wrong. Sammy smiled, stepping forward, "Peter," but Annabelle stopped her, protectively positioning herself in front of Sammy. "What happened?" Annabelle demanded, her tone serious. Peter put a finger to his lips, "Shh. He's still in here." Annabelle, feeling a strong sisterly protectiveness towards Sammy and a terrible feeling that something was wrong, gripped a metal spike from the floor, while Frank readied his stick.

"Come over here," Annabelle commanded. Peter smiled, revealing his fangs, his voice now a disturbing mash-up with Gabriel's, "Fine." He stood, bones creaking, and turned slowly. "Run," Annabelle ordered, throwing the iron spike through Peter's stomach. He stumbled, and Annabelle, Frank, and Sammy bolted back to the library, sunlight their only refuge.

"Here. Here, quick," Annabelle urged, running to the area bathed in sunlight. The trio huddled there as Peter entered the room. "I've always hated this room. My father turned me in here. Lot of painful memories." Peter smiled, his voice shifting, with Gabriel's tone dominating, "But it's never too late to make new ones." He charged at them.

Without hesitation, Annabelle grabbed a metal tray and angled it to reflect the sunlight, creating a beam that hit Peter. He screamed as his body burst into flames, exploding in a shower of blood. The trio covered themselves from the gory aftermath.

"Holy shit," Annabelle breathed, staring at the remains of Peter, the room eerily quiet after the chaos.

"That was fucking..." Sammy muttered, staring at the mess left by Peter's explosive demise.

Frank removed his glasses and comms, and the two girls followed suit, taking the comms out of their ears. "Now what do we do about the real fucking problem?" Frank asked, looking around the room.

A noise interrupted their thoughts, drawing their attention to a secret door that had opened behind a shelf. "Well, that's something..." Sammy said, eyeing the newly revealed passage.

Annabelle took out her handgun, holding it ready. "Trap?" Sammy questioned.

Annabelle shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

With that, they cautiously entered the secret door, finding themselves in a narrow, dimly lit passageway. The walls were lined with cobwebs and the air was thick with dust. The passage twisted and turned, a hidden route within the mansion.

Annabelle led the way, her handgun raised, ready for any threat. Frank followed closely behind, clutching his makeshift weapon, while Sammy stayed close to Annabelle, her eyes darting nervously around.

The passageway seemed to stretch on endlessly, a maze of hidden corridors. Each step echoed through the silence, the weight of their situation pressing heavily on them.

As they moved deeper into the passageway, the sense of unease grew. Every creak and whisper of wind seemed like a potential threat, their nerves on edge. The narrow corridor suddenly opened into a larger, dimly lit room. Annabelle gestured for the others to stop and listened for any signs of danger.

"Be ready for anything," she whispered, taking a step into the room.

Frank and Sammy followed, their eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. The room was filled with old furniture covered in dust, the remnants of a forgotten era. In the center, an ornate table with a single candle flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"This place gives me the creeps," Sammy whispered, clutching Annabelle's arm.

Annabelle nodded, her eyes never leaving the dark corners of the room. "Stay close," she said, moving forward cautiously.

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Gabriel paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his irritation growing with each passing moment. The record player spun a haunting melody, its beautiful yet eerie tune doing little to calm his frayed nerves. He had underestimated Annabelle and her companions, and that was a mistake he rarely made.

"Where are they?" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His thoughts were interrupted by the weight of the necklace around his neck—a simple chain with a ring hanging from it, the one Annabelle had given him in another life. It was heavy, heavier than it had ever felt before.

A sudden, sharp pang shot through his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries. He stopped in his tracks, clutching the necklace. Annabelle's face flashed in his mind, her eyes wide with fear. The connection they shared, even after all this time, was undeniable. It was as if he could feel her distress, her fear.

"Annabelle," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the image of her. The sense of foreboding grew stronger, twisting his gut into knots. He could almost hear her voice, calling out to him, begging for help. Gabriel's annoyance quickly morphed into a deep-seated worry, a feeling he rarely allowed himself to experience.

The necklace felt like a lead weight around his neck, pulling him down. He gripped the ring tightly, trying to shake off the ominous sensation that something terrible was about to happen to Annabelle. He couldn't ignore it, couldn't brush it aside. This was different. This was real.

"Damn it," he hissed, his eyes snapping open. He knew he had to find her, to ensure her safety. Despite everything, despite the games and the power plays, Annabelle was still his—his to protect, his to cherish, even if she didn't know it.

He moved swiftly, his mind racing. The bond they shared was ancient, forged in another time, another life. He could feel her presence, a faint pulse at the edge of his consciousness, guiding him through the labyrinthine passages of the mansion.

Every step he took, the feeling of dread intensified. His mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if she was hurt? What if she was in danger and he was too late? The thought was unbearable.

As he moved through the dark hallways, memories of their time together flooded his mind. The vows they exchanged, the promises of eternal love—they all seemed so far away now, yet they were as vivid as ever in his mind. He had failed her once; he couldn't fail her again.

Gabriel's pace quickened, the urgency driving him forward. The mansion seemed to close in around him, the shadows growing darker, the air thicker. He navigated through the hidden passages with ease, his senses heightened by the need to find her.

"Annabelle," he whispered again, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability.

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As Frank, Sammy, and Annabelle walked further into the passageway, they were greeted by the sound of voices—familiar voices, as if they were being played from a video. The eerie echoes led them into a dimly lit room filled with TV screens on stands showing a map of the house and scattered with old papers. Ahead of them was a door, the voices growing louder as they approached. When they burst through the door, they saw a figure standing in the shadows.

"What the fuck, you backstabbing son of a..." Frank exclaimed, readying his weapon.

Before he could finish, the figure stepped into the light, revealing Lambert with fangs bared. Frank recoiled, moving next to Annabelle.

"You're one of them! He's one of them!" Frank shouted.

Annabelle glared at Lambert, gripping her gun. "No shit, Frank."

Frank's eyes burned with anger. "What the fuck is happening, motherfucker?"

Lambert smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I brought you back here to offer you a deal."

Sammy, standing behind Annabelle, interjected, "We're not taking any fucking deals."

In a flash, Lambert lunged forward, grabbing Annabelle by the throat and pinning her against the wall. Sammy ran to help but was quickly thrown aside, hitting the wall and losing consciousness. Lambert tightened his grip on Annabelle, his gaze fixed on Frank.

"I wasn't talking to you," Lambert said coldly.

Frank's face twisted in fury. "You fucking set me up."

Lambert sneered. "Gabriel turned me two years ago. He found out I helped you in New York. He came for me and threatened my family. Now all I do is bring her father's enemies here so that he can play his little hunting game." He turned his gaze back to Annabelle, his grip unyielding. "You weren't supposed to be in the picture, but once I saw you at that school, I knew you would bring his weakness to life. So I brought you here."

Lambert released his grip on Annabelle slightly, just enough for her to gasp for air. He turned back to Frank, his voice filled with weariness. "But I am done with their little game as I want to play one of my own."

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you enjoyed it <3