Path to the Center

Setsuna didn’t make quick progress, but she felt the target—the source of the darkness, the hunger. It was like an invisible thread running through the city, a dark, throbbing current that pulsed in her veins, growing stronger the closer she got. She felt it in her stomach—a cold, tugging unease, as if something ancient was brushing against her soul, a pressure wrapping around her heart, stealing her breath. She didn’t know what had happened to the others—whether Usagi, Rei, Makoto, or the rest were still alive, still themselves—but she knew: it had to end. Now and here. Because the darkness grew larger with every passing minute—it expanded, spreading like a black fog that swallowed the city, thickening the air, mixing the smell of rain, tar, and decay with a sweetish, rotten undertone that clung to the back of her throat.

The closer she got to the entertainment district, the more disturbing what she saw became. Vampires everywhere, giving themselves over to their lust—no matter where, no matter who. The slapping of skin on skin, the wet sucking of mouths and pussies, the deep, guttural moaning and sharp screams of ecstasy and pain blended into a dark, chaotic chorus that echoed through the alleys, bounced off walls, and vibrated in her

[ears.

In](http://ears.In) a restaurant with shattered windows, a family was lost in each other. The transformed father had taken his young daughter right on a table—his pale, cold body bent over her, his fangs sunk deep into her left breast, drinking greedily; warm blood flowed over his lips, dripped onto the table, filling the air with a sweet, metallic scent. While he thrust into her—hard, deep, the slapping of his hips against hers echoing through the room—the girl had wrapped her thighs tightly around him, moaning loudly, her eyes already glowing red, her breasts swelling, growing fuller, her waist narrowing, hips widening—a perfect hourglass figure forming before Setsuna’s eyes. Fangs grew, her hair slowly turned black and long. Her brother stood beside her, masturbating his cock and coming on her, hot thick spurts splashing across her stomach, while their mother writhed on the floor, fingers buried deep inside herself, moaning, her eyes already glowing red, her movements **** and

[greedy.

In](http://greedy.In) a side alley, a man in the process of transforming was taken by two vampire women—one rode him wildly, her hips rising and falling in a brutal rhythm, the wet slapping of their bodies echoing through the alley, her full breasts bouncing, nipples hard and dark, while the other sat on his face, grinding against him, pressing her pussy over his mouth, forcing him to lick as she moaned loudly and kneaded her breasts, her skin glistening with sweat.

A vampire woman was taken hard by five vampires—one deep in her mouth, thrusting into her throat, saliva and precum running down her chin; one in her pussy, one in her ass, two more in her hands. She moaned and screamed with pleasure, her eyes glowing red, her skin pale and perfect, her movements greedy and wild, sweat running over her curves, making her glisten, wet, the smell of sex and blood thick in the air.

Everywhere, no matter who with whom—there was no restraint, no taboos. The night was a single, chaotic orgy of flesh, blood, and transformation—the slapping, moaning, sucking, wet smacking, screaming merged into an ear-shattering, hypnotic sound that filled Setsuna’s ears, made her skin crawl, her heart beat

[faster.

As](http://faster.As) the night slowly ended and the sky turned gray, the vampires began disappearing into buildings—they slipped into doorways, basements, dark rooms, fleeing the approaching light, their movements quick and panicked. Setsuna reached her target—the center. Here the darkness was greatest, hanging like a heavy, tangible fog over the building, damp and cold, smelling of decay, sex, and blood. A discotheque. The doors stood wide open, the neon lighting flickered dimly, the name “Eclipse” glowed in pulsing violet and red above the entrance, the light casting ominous shadows on the wet ground.

Setsuna took a deep breath—the air was heavy, sweetish, reeking of sex, blood, and decay, seeping into her lungs, making her gag. She gripped the Garnet Rod tighter, the orb flared red, an intense, throbbing light that pushed back the shadows, tiny violet sparks dancing along the staff. Her heart pounded hard, sweat ran into her eyes, burning slightly. She stepped through the door—into the dark.

The night was over.

But the darkness lived.

And it was waiting for her.

Forever.