Chapter 15: The Horror That Comes at Night

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Chapter 15 of "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man" starts the action: Chapter 15: The Horror That Comes at Night The taxis were gone. Not a single one in... Find out what happens!

Chapter 15: The Horror That Comes at Night The taxis were gone. Not a single one in sight. I stood there, staring at the empty road like a damn fool, hoping—praying—that maybe one would turn the corner. That maybe, just maybe, luck hadn’t completely abandoned me. But the street remained eerily deserted. No headlights. No honking. Not even a distant engine rumbling in the night. Nothing. I swallowed hard. My fingers curled into my jacket, the chill of the evening settling deep into my bones. It was like the whole city had just... shut down. I glanced back toward the airport. The automatic glass doors slid open and closed as people trickled out, dragging their suitcases behind them. Normal. Just like any other airport. And yet— I could feel it. That wrongness. That heavy, suffocating tension creeping into my lungs, pressing against my ribs like unseen hands. I wasn’t the only one trying to get out of here. But somehow, I was the only one who couldn’t. I clenched my jaw, exhaling sharply. Okay, fine. No taxis. No way out. What now? I could walk back to the boarding house, but the thought sent an icy shudder down my spine. The streets weren’t safe at night. Not with what I knew now. Not with what I’d seen. I turned in a slow circle, trying to think, to figure out a plan—any plan—but my brain refused to cooperate. And that’s when I noticed it. The people leaving the airport? They were hurrying. Not strolling. Not taking their time. Hurrying. Like they knew something I didn’t. Like they wanted to be off the streets before it was too late. I felt the first true ripple of fear slide down my spine. How late was it? I yanked my phone from my pocket, but my fingers trembled so bad I almost dropped it. The screen lit up. 7:47 PM. That wasn’t even that late. Right? Then why— A soft sound made me freeze. A whisper of movement. From the dark alley just a few feet away. I snapped my head up— But there was nothing there. Just shadows. The dim glow of a flickering streetlight. And yet— Every instinct in me screamed to run. The city was too quiet. The air too still. And I suddenly had the sickening feeling that I was not alone. Three choices. None of them good. Follow the people leaving the airport. Maybe ask them where they were headed, and if I was lucky, they could drop me off at the boarding house. If they had a car, great. If not, maybe I could stick with them—safety in numbers, right? Brave the streets alone. Forge my way back, hope I didn’t get lost, and pray nothing found me before I got there. Stay here. At the airport. All night. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around my jacket. The last option should’ve been the safest, but... something about it felt wrong. The airport staff. The way they’d acted. Nervous. Skittish. Like they were being watched. Like they knew something I didn’t. And I was not about to find out what. I turned my gaze to the small crowd of people hurrying away. If I wanted to catch up, I needed to move. Now. Here’s the next part of the story, keeping it eerie, horrific, and disturbing, based on Option 3 where the protagonist stays at the airport and witnesses the true horrors of the night. I found a seat in the corner of the airport, back against the cold wall, trying to make myself as small as possible. My heartbeat was still wild, and my body refused to relax, no matter how much I told myself I was safe for now. The airport was mostly empty now. The staff were still there, but they weren’t moving with the usual confidence. Their eyes flickered toward the windows, the doors, the corners of the room as if expecting something to come slithering out of the darkness. I wrapped my arms around myself, willing my body to stop shaking. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be halfway out of this nightmare. And then I heard it. A howl. Low. Long. Bone-chilling. I stiffened, glancing around. The staff flinched, one of them mumbling something under their breath before hurrying to lock one of the side doors. Something thudded against the glass window on the far end of the terminal. I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers gripping my knees. Don’t look. Don’t look. But my body betrayed me. My head turned just in time to see a naked man standing on the other side of the glass. Or at least, it was a man a second ago. His body contorted, bones snapping as his skin peeled open to reveal thick, dark fur underneath. His jaw cracked unnaturally wide, his mouth stretching as his teeth lengthened into jagged fangs. His eyes rolled back as his skull elongated, his fingers breaking, twisting, shifting into grotesque claws. I slammed a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. A staff member rushed toward the doors, fumbling with the key, but it was too late. The glass shattered, and the werewolf lunged inside. A woman near the check-in counter let out a bloodcurdling scream, but the werewolf was already on her, tearing at her clothes with clawed hands. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the wet, breathless sobs still reached my ears. The sound of ripping fabric. The snarl of something inhuman. The pleading. The agony. And she wasn’t the only one. More figures appeared from the darkness outside, slipping in through broken windows, through doors that weren’t locked in time. Werewolves. They moved through the terminal like shadows, choosing their prey, dragging humans into dark corners, pinning them down. Their deep growls and twisted laughter mixed with the screams of helpless victims. My stomach turned violently. I needed to move. I needed to get the fuck out of here. But before I could even think about where to run, the air changed. The werewolves froze mid-act. Their ears twitched. Their heads snapped toward the other side of the terminal, their expressions twisting into snarls of pure hatred. And then I saw them. The vampires. They walked in casually, elegantly, their movements eerily smooth. A stark contrast to the animalistic violence of the werewolves. Their eyes gleamed red in the dim airport lights, their lips curling into sharp smiles as they observed the chaos. One of them tilted his head, watching a werewolf holding a half-conscious girl beneath him. "Messy," the vampire muttered in a voice that was almost bored. The werewolf snarled at him, his claws digging deeper into his victim’s thigh. The vampire simply appeared next to him. One second he was several feet away. The next, he was there, gripping the werewolf’s wrist, twisting it with unnatural strength until a sickening crack echoed through the terminal. The werewolf howled in agony, but before he could retaliate, the vampire struck. Fangs sank into the werewolf’s throat. The creature thrashed violently, but the vampire was stronger, holding him in place like a ragdoll. Blood splattered across the floor as the werewolf’s struggles weakened until he finally went limp. The other werewolves howled in fury. The vampires simply smirked, flashing their sharp teeth. And then all hell broke loose. The two groups collided, a whirlwind of claws, fangs, and screams. I crawled backward, keeping my body low, trying to disappear into the shadows. I couldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have seen any of this. One of the vampires—a woman with eerily silver eyes—suddenly turned her gaze toward me. I held my breath. She smirked. And then, in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of me. I choked on a scream, scrambling backward, but she simply crouched in front of me, tilting her head. "What are you doing hiding, little pet?" she whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Her pale fingers reached out, running through my hair, brushing against my cheek. I shivered violently at the coldness of her touch. "You don’t smell like the others," she mused, her smile widening. "You smell... familiar." Panic shot through me. Did she know? Did she recognize me as Clark’s twin? The vampire leaned in, her lips ghosting over my ear. "I should take you with me," she murmured, amusement in her voice. "You’d be a much better pet than these other broken little things." I braced myself for the inevitable, my mind already scrambling for ways to fight, to run, to survive. And then— A voice rang out through the chaos. A voice I recognized. "That one is mine." The vampire in front of me froze, her smile vanishing instantly. I turned my head just in time to see Blaze stepping out of the shadows. His dark eyes were locked onto me. And for the first time since coming to this goddamn cursed town... I didn’t know if I should feel relieved. Or terrified.

Chapter 15: The Horror That Comes at Night

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