My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Anya entered the estate, knowing the kind of risk she was taking. It was nightfall but it was also the perfect time for secrets.

She would be betting on the benevolence of another Vampire. Well, it wasn't just any vampire, it was the Attendant but that didn't make her feel any better.

But she had to take the gamble all the same. It was her only way out.

Michelangelo was slowly getting closer and closer to the truth. Genesis had left enough clues and threads for the man to follow. Sooner or later, he'll get to the answers he was searching for.

It was inevitable. The man was known for never giving up and had never not closed a case. This won't be the exception.

She walked through familiar halls to where the Attendant had been holed up throughout his stay so far.

She walked past guards, praying to gods she'd never remembered since she became a vampire. She didn't want to meet James. Not when she was here to spill the truth and save herself.

She had to get ahead of the situation and find her way out. After all, she hadn't been the one who had committed the actual crimes. It had all been James.

After a few minutes of walking, she arrived at her destination. The study.

Before she could enter, one of the two guards at the side of the door bowed. "Madam Arbiter."

Anya glanced at them. "What's going on?"

"The Attendant and his wives are not home." The guard answered. "And they've left strict instructions. No one is to enter the study while they're gone."

Anya frowned. Would she miss this chance?

Then something occured to her. Why not find them and tell them her side of the story where James wouldn't be around to interfere? This was an opportunity, not a setback!

"Where are they?" She asked.

The guard hesitated, glancing briefly at his companion before answering. "We don't know, Arbiter. They left about an hour ago and haven't returned."

"I see." Anya gave them a curt nod before turning on her heel.

She had no time to waste if she wanted to find Michelangelo herself. This wasn't a conversation that could wait.

Not now.

She thought of her problem as she walked to the teleportation room. If Michelangelo had to be anywhere, it would be places related to his investigation. All she needed to do was check those places and she'd quickly find him.

As she arrived at the ground floor, the sound of footsteps caught her attention and she looked up to see the exact person she'd been avoiding.

James Harlow.

James walked into the hallway, a frown on his face. One could tell that he was in a very bad mood.

His eyes held hers as he walked closer. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion and he stood, rigid, as if he had been expecting her.

"Anya." He said, his voice cold. "What are you doing here?"

Anya slowed her steps, seizing control of every cell in her body. She couldn't afford to give herself away with her body language.

"I came to speak with Michelangelo." She answered him.

His frown deepened and he took a step forward, his voice dropping into a low growl. "Why?"

Anya held his gaze. She had to show confidence or he'll suspect something.

"Why do you think I'm here? To make sure our interests are protected, James. Or do you want them to find out exactly what is hidden?"

At her words, James glanced around as if he expected someone to be listening in. Then, he stepped even closer. "You think I don't know what you're trying to do?" He hissed.

Anya stepped towards him in challenge, tilting her head.

"You're trying to save yourself, Anya." James said. "I know you. You're going to betray me."

She forced anger into her eyes and hissed at him. "I've done nothing but support you, James. I've always had your back and kept your secrets. Is this how you repay me? With accusations?"

James opened his mouth angrily but his reply was cut off as the door opened.

The both of them turned to see Michelangelo entering with his two wives behind him. His eyes swept over them, studying them and cataloging information even as his expression remained blank, hiding away any hint of the secrets he'd been able to figure out from the look.

He inclined his head in their direction in acknowledgement. "Anya. James."

"Attendant." James said like he was talking about something particularly nasty he'd scraped off the bottom of his shoe. "To what do we owe the… pleasure?" Explore stories on empire

Michelangelo ignored the question, turning his attention to Anya. "Follow me." He ordered and without waiting for a response, began walking deeper into the estate.

Daphne fell into step beside him, silent and deadly like she always was.

"Watch him." Michelangelo said to Lisa.

"Like a cat video." Lisa grinned, keeping her eyes on James who stood there, looking like he was ready to protest. He opened his mouth and paused, glancing at Anya. Then, his expression hardened and he said nothing.

As for Anya, she glanced between both men and hesitated before following Michelangelo.

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But the further they walked, the more she found herself tongue tied. Not because of the apprehension she was feeling, though that was a big part of it, but because of the direction they were moving in.

The basement. The same place where Nicodemus was hidden.

"You knew about this place, didn't you?" Michelangelo said as they walked without looking back.

Anya's eyes widened as terror swept through her bones. "Attendant, I-"

"Your period of grace is over, Anya." Michelangelo said with steel in his voice, cutting her off. "You chose to withhold information. Now, you'll face the consequences of that choice."

"I didn't withhold anything-" She began, but Michelangelo raised a hand, silencing her.

"Enough." He said, his tone final. "Whatever excuses you have, save them for later."

They were finally at the heavy doors of the basement. He gestured towards it.

"Daphne."

Daphne stepped forward, her hand brushing against the surface of the door.

Darkness coiled around her fingers, spreading across the metal like living ink. Bracing herself, she began pulling the door open.

The darkness seeped into the door and with a groan, it began to open.

And that was when it happened.

Exactly when the door was wide enough, a pale, clawed hand shot out from the darkness and speared through Daphne's chest.

Black blood splattered backwards as she stood there, dead before she could do anything.

Michelangelo stood there, frozen, his eyes wide like he hadn't expected that. Even in his state, his Aura surged forward, filling the corridor with the crushing pressure of his Dominance.

The hand was yanked out of Daphne's chest and her body crumbled, Michelangelo's eyes following it.

Then, the door swung open the rest of the way and he stepped out.

Pale skin, spinning red eyes and golden chains hanging off his hands.

Nicodemus.

The beast was free at last.