My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: A Name To Follow
Ezra rode in the back of the ambulance, his eyes never leaving the dying man on the stretcher.

He had used his status as a police officer to make sure that he would be allowed to stay with the patient, leveraging the burns on his own arms to justify his presence.

The paramedics hadn’t asked too many questions, more focused on keeping the man alive than on Ezra’s injuries.

He knew he couldn’t let the man out of his sight. The killer might come back to tie up loose ends.

With his current inability to raise the dead, the man had to be kept alive at all costs.

The inside of the ambulance was filled with the sounds of medical equipment and hurried voices.

The paramedics worked frantically, assessing the extent of the man’s injuries. His heart had begun to falter, the monitors attached to him beeping wildly.

One of the paramedics quickly reached for an injection.

“His heart’s failing.” She said, her voice tense but still calm and controlled. “We need epinephrine, stat!”

The other paramedic, a man with sweat beading on his forehead, grabbed a syringe from the nearby tray and injected the drug into the man’s chest, directly into his heart.

The seconds ticked by, everyone watching the monitor for any sign of life as if it held the secrets of the universe.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the heart monitor beeped, once, then twice. Slowly, the erratic beats stabilized.

“He’s back.” The other paramedic said with relief, though his hands still moved with practiced efficiency, adjusting the IV and checking the man’s vital signs.

Ezra remained silent, his eyes flickering down to his own burns. Fortunately, due to his natural vampire resilience, they weren’t severe, just surface-level injuries.

He had shielded the man from the worst of the fire, taking the brunt of the heat himself. The pain was still present, but manageable. He still kept his regeneration in check, not wanting to raise suspicion.

As they sped toward the hospital, the paramedics continued working to stabilize the man.

Oxygen was placed over his mouth, and they monitored his pulse, watching carefully for any further complications. The paramedic with the syringe looked over at Ezra, her expression tight.

“You were lucky to get him out when you did.” She said. “Another minute in there, and he wouldn’t have made it.”

Ezra simply nodded, his mind elsewhere. Luck had nothing to do with it. This man had answers, and he wasn’t about to lose him.

When they got to the hospital, the emergency room staff rushed the man inside, calling for immediate surgery. Ezra followed closely behind like white on rice.

He was careful not to draw attention to himself as he walked through the chaotic ER. As the man was being wheeled into the operating room, Ezra quickly called up his chameleon tattoo, wrapping the colors into his body and turning him translucent.

He was still there but no human could see him.

As the medical staff prepped the man for surgery, Ezra silently followed them.

He watched as the surgeons worked tirelessly, their hands moving like a well oiled machine. They opened the man’s chest, stitching together the damage done to his heart and lungs, repairing the extensive wounds he had sustained.

At one point, the man’s heart stopped again, and they had to revive him with a defibrillator. The high-pitched whine of the machine filled the room as they shocked his heart back into rhythm.

“Clear!” One of the doctors called, pressing the paddles to the man’s chest.

The man’s body jerked, his heart restarting with a weak, irregular beat. They continued working, stitching and sealing wounds, until finally, hours later, the surgery was complete. The man was still alive, though barely.

Ezra waited patiently, his body pressed against the cold wall as the surgeons wheeled the man into a recovery room.

He kept his chameleon tattoo working, watching as the hospital staff went about their work. Once they were satisfied that the man was stable, they left, closing the door softly behind them.

Now that they were alone, he deactivated his tattoo, his body reappearing fully. The man lay on the hospital bed, his breathing shallow but steady. The machines around him beeped rhythmically, signaling that he was still clinging to life.

Ezra took a deep breath and summoned his Aura. The air in the room thickened as the cloud of vitality pooled off him, filling the space with a subtle but undeniable pressure.

He infused his Aura with compliance, letting it seep into the man’s mind, gently pulling him from the edge of unconsciousness.

“Wake up.” Ezra whispered, his voice low but commanding.

The man stirred, his eyelids fluttering weakly before slowly opening. His gaze was unfocused at first, but as the Aura took hold, his eyes locked onto Ezra’s.

“You’re not in danger anymore.” Ezra said, his voice calm. “I need you to tell me what happened. Who attacked you?”

The man’s lips moved slowly, his voice barely audible. “It… it was a figure… cloaked… m- masked.”

Ezra leaned in closer, his Aura wrapping tighter around the man’s mind, coaxing the information from him. “What did they look like? What did they do?”

“They… they tore through everyone… like they were nothing.” The man rasped. His eyes were wide with fear, the memory of the slaughter still fresh in his mind but Ezra’s Aura suppressed the fear, putting him in a state of compliance.

“An iron mask… couldn’t see their face. They were too fast. We didn’t stand a chance… Monster.”

Ezra nodded, cataloging the information. His mind couldn’t help but go to X.

Now, there was another mad, masked fellow running around, leaving a trail of bodies behind. This had to be the person that had killed Hyde. But for now, there was still more to learn.

“What about Hyde’s funds?” Ezra pressed. “What was the money for? Where was it going?”

The man’s breathing hitched, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if struggling to remember.

“We… we routed the funds… through different channels. It was… meant for a family. We put it into a trust for them.”

Ezra leaned in closer. “What family?”

The man’s lips trembled as he whispered the name.

“The… Moore family.”

Ezra frowned. The Moore family? He’d never heard of them before. He was able to get more information about the Moore family trust from the man before he was satisfied.

He reached out with his Aura once again, this time wiping the man’s memory of the last few hours.

The memories of the attack, the surgery, the conversation, all of it faded, leaving the man in a deep, peaceful sleep.

Ezra stood and slipped out of the room, his mind buzzing with the new information. The cloaked figure. The Moore family. Hyde’s connections to this family.

There were still so many unanswered questions, but at least now, he had a name to follow.