Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Ahead, in a city becoming unstuck from reality, Delphine worked in the Archive, unaware that forces from beyond existence were closing in. The building stood like an island of stability in an ocean of dimensional chaos—which should have been comforting but instead felt ominous. Why would entities capable of rewriting physics leave one building untouched?
The Votum Aeternum shifted against his side, its shadowed crystal alive with a slow, deliberate thrum. Not a call to sever, but a recognition—a binding sense—that something in the world’s hidden lattice was under strain. The silver-threaded veins within the blade brightened, responding to pressure on bonds older than any mortal covenant. No ward shimmered; no incantation hung in the air. This was deeper. The very framework of existence was flexing, settling into an alien design, as if unseen hands were redrawing the lines that kept reality itself intact.
"Movement ahead," one of Vincent's scouts reported. "Civilian evacuation in progress. NOPD trying to establish safe zones, but they don't understand what they're dealing with."
Bastien ran his hands through his thick, dark hair as he watched the police officers struggle to maintain order while reality collapsed around them. Squad cars floated three feet off the ground, their radios broadcasting in languages that had never existed. Officers fired tasers at shadow-creatures that consumed electricity and grew larger. Paramedics treated injuries that defied medical understanding—patients aging in reverse, wounds that bled light instead of blood, consciousness displaced into parallel versions of themselves.
"We need to help them," Roxy said, her instincts demanding the protection of innocents.
"We help them by stopping the source," Bastien replied, though the decision felt like betrayal. Every minute they spent on rescue operations was another minute the Collectors had to analyze the Archive, to prepare whatever extraction protocol they intended.
The team pressed forward through chaos that rewrote itself with every step. Jackson Square had become a temporal maze where tourists from different decades wandered lost among monuments that remembered alternate histories. The cathedral's spires reached toward sky that occasionally opened onto star patterns from other galaxies. Street musicians played instruments that produced colors instead of sound.
"Archive in sight," Vincent reported. "But there's a problem."
Bastien crested the rise and saw what had stopped the vampire short. The Archive building stood intact, but it was surrounded by space that simply wasn't there. Not empty space—absent space, a void that created nausea just by being perceived. Reality bent around the building like water around a stone, creating a pocket of dimensional stability that was most definitely deliberate, controlled.
In that void, shapes moved with purpose that belonged to no earthly design.
"Three Collectors," Roxy confirmed, her pack's enhanced senses translating impossible phenomena into terms their minds could process. "They're not attacking the building. They're studying it."
The entities moved with fluid precision around the Archive's perimeter, their forms shifting between states of matter that human physics couldn't define. Where they passed, space itself took notes—reality learning new rules from teachers that existed outside its normal parameters.
"Learning what?" Bastien asked, though dread was already providing answers.
"How to extract what's inside without damaging the container," Maman replied, her face pale with understanding. "They want her consciousness intact. Whatever they're planning requires her memories, her accumulated knowledge from multiple lifetimes."
One of the Collectors paused in its circuit, turning toward their position despite being a quarter-mile away. The weight of its regard locked him in place, as if the air itself had thickened, each breath forced through a lens of ancient scrutiny. The ancient intelligence evaluated them with the clinical interest of a scientist observing lab specimens.
"They know we're here," Vincent whispered.
The radio crackled with updates from the command post. More breaches were opening throughout the city—small tears in reality that allowed additional entities to observe and analyze. The Harvester was manifesting additional mass, its presence creating stability fields that allowed lesser Collectors to maintain corporeal form. Reality storms were erupting in residential neighborhoods where ordinary people had no protection against forces that made physics optional.
Through it all, regular life continued with surreal determination. Bastien watched a tour group move through the French Quarter, their guide explaining architectural history while gravity failed intermittently around them. Tourists took photos of monuments that existed in seventeen different time periods simultaneously. Street vendors sold beignets that occasionally became sentient and pleaded for freedom.
"We need to move before they adapt to our presence," Bastien decided. "Vincent, can your people create a distraction? Something that draws their attention without getting close enough for direct contact?"
"Leave that to us." Vincent's smile revealed fangs that gleamed with predatory satisfaction. "Vampires have been avoiding cosmic forces since before humans discovered fire. We know how to be dramatically visible without being genuinely accessible."
The vampire contingent split off, moving with coordinated precision toward the void's perimeter. They began what could only be described as an elaborate supernatural dance—appearing at the edge of perception, triggering the Collectors' analytical protocols, then vanishing before meaningful contact could occur. The entities turned their attention toward these new variables, trying to catalog beings that existed between life and death.