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It was another rainy day in the city of Paris. The streets were empty, except for maybe a few stray cats who were trying to get out of the rain. Nothing could be heard except rain for the pouring cats and dogs. In a quiet street you could see a giant opera house, though the place may look like any other Opera house, don't let it's looks fool you, for this specific Opera house hides many dark secrets. That is due to multiple rumors that the place is haunted, why is that you may ask? That is due to the strange number of disappearance's that have happened there, many performers and actors have disappeared without a trace, some rumors say that the actors may have had a toxic relationship with their directors or co-workers. Others say they ran away with their secret lovers, but that is far from the truth, if one were to look underground they might just find the secret tunnels of the Paris catacombs underneath the opera house and maybe, just maybe, they will catch glimpses of dark figures fallowing them around, before blacking out and never waking up again.
That is due to the catacombs being home to a huge coven of vampires, The Syndicate coven, the three leaders of the coven are the strongest and founders of the coven, The Sleepy bois. The Head sire Philza Craft, but everyone just calls him Phil or Dadza, is the very first member of the coven and the last ancient vampires to survive to the modern era. No one know how he became a vampire, or what his backstory is, but no one dares to ask in fear of making him angry. The man looks like a man who seems to be in his mid thirties, with straw blond hair, pale skin and ruby eyes, the man wears green and black robes, along with a green and white bucket hat with a vail covering his face .Then there are his two sons, Wilbur and Technoblade Craft. A pair of twin boys who look to be in their early twenties, they don't really look alike, but no one is about to correct them if they want to keep their head on their shoulders. The older twin Technoblade, or as everyone calls him just Techno or blade, was tall and muscular, with blossom pink hair witch was braided into a long braid. His eyes were a blood red color, and he almost exclusively wore poet shirts with brown pants and a pair of black boots and a golden crown on the top of his head. The man also always wore gold jewelry weather it was a gold necklace, bracelets, he couldn't care less as long as it was gold as well as a sword at his hip, witch he called "The orphan slayer", don't ask why he calls it that, you don't want to know.
Then there was the younger twin Wilbur Soot Craft, the charismatic one of the trio. The man was tall and thin with chocolate brown curls, dark red eyes, gold wire rimmed glasses and a voice, sweet as honey. The man had a silver tongue, meaning he could resolve a conflict with just words alone. He almost always wore a brown drench coat along with a soft yellow sweater underneath, black ripped jeans and a pair of combat boots. No one knows how they met each other, but no one has been dumb enough to ask in fear of getting killed. Not just anyone gets added to the coven though, the three heads of the coven all had to be in agreement when they wanted to expand. Over the centuries they had taken a fair number of people and added them to the coven. Most were the missing actors and performers, some were lost children who's parents had abandoned them. Others were workers who were mistreated by other staff members. What can they say, Phil had a bit of a bad habit of picking up stray's. But enough about that. Let's get into the real story, the story of how the Sleepy bois went from a group of 3, to a group of 4.
Vampires POV:
It was just another day in the catacombs of the Paris, all members of the Sleepy coven were all doing their normal routines. Doing what needed to be done in order to make sure all members of the coven were comfortable and happy, sure you could hear a few squabbles here and there but those were resolved quickly. Observing it all were the 3 heads of the coven Philza, Technoblade and Wilbur Craft, the head vampire sitting on a comfortable black and red throne, while his two sons leaned on both sides of the man.
"Isn't this nice boys, having such a large family, to take care of and be cared for?" Philza said sitting on his throne, observing all members of the coven, everyone doing their respective duties.
"Agreed, dad having all our friends and family here, it truly is nice." said Wilbur sipping a glass of red liquid, which looked like wine, but everyone knew was actually blood.
"Don't know, personally thinking we would have been fine with just us three." Techno said in his casual monotone voice, while reading a book.
"Oh, don't be such an introvert Techno, you know you love all members of our coven just as much as me and Will." Philza said in a teasing tone.
"Speak for yourself, old man, I have no claim over them." Shot back in a playful scowl.
"PHILZA, PHILZA!!" A pair of voices shouted, sounding panicked. Philza looked away from his eldest to see a pair of boys running towards him, he recognized the boys instantly, these were Tubbo and Ranboo, the covens currently two newest and youngest members.
"Woah, Woah! Easy boys, what's wrong?" Philza said rising from his throne and went to comfort the two boys who looked like they were 10 seconds away from a panic attack. The two boys stopped for a second to catch their breath, all three coven heads knew by their frightened expressions that something bad must have happened.
"We- We- We were just hanging around in on of the secret tunnels that let's us see the entirety of the opera hall, when we over heard the Opera manager and an employee talking about how the opera is being rented out to a high school for a performance!" Tubbo said after having caught his breath, but shuddering out an answer.
As soon as the words left the young vampires mouth, all the vampires within earshot froze up. If what Tubbo said was true, then they were in big trouble, the last time a high school had preformed in the opera, they had to kill all the students and teachers bc the high schoolers were too nosy for their own good and went exploring the catacombs and had accidentally stumbled upon the coven. They were lucky that time and the police never checked the catacombs, having come to the conclusion that a random psychopath had broken into the theater and went on a killing spree. Ever since then the coven has made sure that no high school ever preformed in the theater ever again.
"Are you sure you heard them correctly, no misunderstandings?" Philza asked, he knew the boys would never lie, but he had to make sure.
"Yes! I even teleported into the office to double check and found the contract that allowed the performance!" Ranboo said, sounding panicked.
"Unfortunately, the boys are right." Another voice said, walking out of the shadows. The voice belonged to Clay, though everyone calls him Dream, Tubbo's older brother and Techno's rival.
"I was doing my usual rounds, patrolling the catacombs when I overheard a few employees talking about it." Dream said, confirming their biggest fear.
"Father, what do we do now?" Wilbur said, having put down his glass.
"What we do best, my son. We are going to scare them off, like last time." Philza answered.
To be continued...