Vampire Queen : Fated Love

Sarah leaned back in her chair, her sharp mind working overtime as she mulled over the details of her next move.

The exchange of messages with Natasha had fueled her desire to push forward, and she now felt a surge of ruthless determination.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows on her delicate yet menacing features as she scribbled down her thoughts in a small notebook.

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As Leo left the room to retire for the night, Sarah whispered to herself,

"If the William family wants to play with fire, I'll make sure they burn."

Her thoughts drifted to a concept she'd recently come across—Alzheimer's disease.

She had overheard snippets of discussions about the disease from Max, (Lisa) Natasha, and Robert.

The idea intrigued her, not because of compassion, but because she saw potential leverage.

If a cure for the disease could be developed, it could serve as a powerful tool in her revenge scheme.

Sarah tapped her pen against the notebook, muttering,

"NeuronPlus RX… it's not created yet, but with the right minds, it can be."

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She thought of Dr. Elias Hargrove, a renowned researcher specializing in neurology.

He now one of the few humans whose intellect she respected.

If she could manipulate him into developing the cure, she could gain a foothold in the medical industry while simultaneously keeping the William family entangled in her web.

"Elias Hargrove," Sarah said softly, writing his name down.

"I'll need to approach him carefully. He values scientific discovery above all else. If I present myself as a benefactor… no, a visionary… he'll have no choice but to work with me."

Her thoughts raced as she formulated the beginnings of her plan.

She would use her resources to fund Hargrove's research and ensure that NeuronPlus RX was tied directly to her name.

Once the cure was perfected, she'd use it as a bargaining chip to manipulate both the William family and kill them with this medicine .

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Her mind shifted to another pressing matter—George's family.

She needed to gather more information about their weaknesses, their habits, their secrets.

To ensure her plan's success, she couldn't afford to leave any stone unturned.

"Well," she mused, a sly smile playing on her lips,

"I've already sent someone to handle that."

Her thoughts turned to Pluto Flux, Max's secretary.

A vampire, like her, Pluto had been working in the shadows for years, gathering information and feeding it back to her.

Despite his unassuming demeanor, he was one of her most trusted subordinates.

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Flashback: Pluto's Introduction

Pluto Flux had been introduced in Chapter One as Max's diligent and resourceful secretary.

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His professional demeanor and sharp mind made him an invaluable asset to Max, but his true allegiance lay with Sarah.

Like Leo, Pluto had been one of Sarah's loyal followers for decades, bound to her by blood and a shared thirst for vengeance.

Pluto had spent years building a flawless cover within the William household.

His calm, composed demeanor made him invisible to suspicion, and his keen observation skills allowed him to gather intelligence without drawing attention.

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A week ago, Sarah had tasked Pluto with investigating George's family.

She had given him explicit instructions to uncover every detail—no matter how insignificant. Pluto's role was to blend into the background, to be the invisible observer who saw everything and said nothing.

"George may be the criminal & prodigy ,"

Sarah had told him,

"but even prodigies have weaknesses. Find them. Exploit them. I want to know what makes him tick—and what can make him crumble."

Pluto had nodded, his expression unreadable.

"It will be done, my queen."

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Present Day: Pluto's Progress

As Sarah stared at the moonlight filtering through her window, she thought about Pluto's progress.

He had already sent her several updates, detailing George's habits, his relationships, and his vulnerabilities.

"George," she whispered, picking up his photograph.

"You're clever, but you're not invincible. With Pluto's help, I'll find the chink in your armor."

She smiled, her fangs glinting briefly in the dim light.

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An idea struck her—one that was both bold and dangerous. If she could position Pluto as an indispensable ally to George, she could use him to subtly influence George's decisions.

"Why stop at observation?" she thought.

"Pluto can be more than just my eyes and ears. He can be the knife in George's back."

She picked up her phone and dialed Pluto's number.

After a few rings, he answered, his voice calm and professional.

"My queen," he greeted.

"Pluto," Sarah said, her tone firm.

"I have a new task for you. It's time to take a more… active role in George's life."

"I'm listening," Pluto replied, his tone neutral.

"You've been observing him long enough. I want you to become his confidant. Gain his trust. Influence his decisions. But most importantly, find a way to isolate him from the rest of the family."

There was a brief pause before Pluto responded,

"It will be done."

Sarah smiled, satisfied.

"Good. Keep me updated."

She ended the call and set the phone down, her mind racing with possibilities.

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Sarah returned to her desk, jotting down notes and refining her plans.

She knew that success would require precision and patience, but she was willing to invest both.

The William family had taken everything from her, and she was determined to make them pay.

As the night wore on, Sarah continued to work, her focus unwavering.

By the time dawn began to break, she had finalized her plans for both NeuronPlus RX and Pluto's new role.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with determination.

"The game has begun," she whispered.

"And I always win."

The room fell silent once more, save for the faint sound of insects outside.

Sarah closed her notebook, a faint smile on her lips.

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After finalizing her plans and ensuring every detail was accounted for, Sarah decided it was time to rest.

She stretched her arms, feeling the fatigue from her intense focus weighing on her.

Standing from her chair, she glanced at the large antique clock on the wall.

"Nearly dawn," she murmured to herself.

"A quick bath, and then I'll sleep."

She made her way to the adjoining bathroom.

The dim light reflected off the marble tiles, creating an eerie glow.

The water ran cold at first, then gradually warmed as Sarah turned the knob.

She dipped her hand in the water, testing it, before stepping into the large clawfoot tub.

As the warm water enveloped her, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

The tension in her muscles began to ease, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But her mind didn't stay quiet for long.

Thoughts of her plans, of Josh, George, and her revenge, swirled in her head like a storm.

"Soon," she whispered, her voice echoing softly in the empty bathroom.

"They'll all know what it feels like to lose everything."

After soaking for a while, she finally stepped out, drying herself off with a soft towel.

She dressed in a simple black nightgown, the fabric cool against her skin, and brushed her long hair.

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When Sarah stepped back into her bedroom, the scene was both haunting and oddly comforting.

The bats that had been perched around her room now fluttered and flew in chaotic patterns, disturbed by her return.

She watched as they darted out through the open window, their silhouettes stark against the pale light of dawn.

"Go on," she said softly.

"Your queen needs her rest."

Sarah approached her bed, the massive frame draped with heavy velvet curtains.

She pulled back the blanket and slipped beneath it, the cool fabric brushing against her skin.

The mattress was firm but familiar, and as she settled in, she felt a rare moment of peace.

Her eyes drifted to the ceiling, where faint cracks formed a jagged pattern.

"Everything is falling into place,"

she thought, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day finally take over.

As she drifted off to sleep, the room fell silent once more, save for the faint rustling of leaves outside and the occasional distant screech of a bat.

The queen of vampires rested, but her mind remained sharp, her dreams filled with plans, schemes, and the sweet taste of vengeance yet to come.