Marvel Ultimate Gacha

"So, where are we going?" Camille asked as Michael leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes.

"I only know of one place where we can find a witch," Michael replied.

"Where?" Camille pressed, her curiosity piqued.

"Mystic Falls," he said simply.

Camille nodded, her mind already racing with thoughts about what awaited them there.

As the car sped down the winding road, silence settled between them, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of leaves as they passed through the forested area. Camille glanced at Michael, his eyes still closed, his expression unreadable.

"Mystic Falls…" she murmured, her voice barely audible over the engine. "Why there? What's so special about it?"

Michael opened his eyes and stared out the windshield, his expression calm. "It's a place where supernatural energy converges. Witches, vampires, werewolves—they've all been drawn there for centuries. If we're going to find someone who can help, it'll be there."

Camille frowned, shifting on him . "Help with what exactly? You still haven't told me the full plan."

" Well there are lot of Vampires there, maybe you can get help on how to control your urges and might as well find new friends" he said as Camille looked at him.

She bit her lip, feeling a pang of unease. "And what about you? You've been so focused on me that you haven't even rested properly since all this started."

Michael smirked faintly. "I don't need rest. I'm dead, remember?" He tapped his chest lightly. "Spirit form."

Camille rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. "Dead or not, you still seem to have a time for jokes."

"Only when it's warranted," Michael shot back, his smirk widening.

They fell into a more comfortable silence after that, the tension between them easing slightly. The road stretched ahead, the forest thinning as they approached the outskirts of a small, quiet town.

Camille suddenly sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing as she spotted something in the distance. "Michael… do you see that?"

Michael followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he noticed a figure standing in the middle of the road, illuminated by the car's headlights. The figure didn't move, standing eerily still, their face hidden by a hood.

"Don't stop the car," Michael said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Just drive past him; he's probably a vampire on the hunt," Michael said firmly.

Camille nodded and pressed the accelerator.

"Don't worry about running him over; nothing will happen to him," Michael added with a reassured expression.

Camille hesitated but decided to trust him. As the car sped toward the figure, the vampire didn't move, seemingly unfazed by the oncoming vehicle. At the last moment, in a blur of supernatural speed, the figure dodged, narrowly avoiding the car.

"Bold move," Michael muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror as the figure stood in the middle of the road, watching them leave.

"I don't like how he looked at us," Camille said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Keep driving," Michael replied, his tone serious.

Just as they thought they were in the clear, a loud thud echoed from the roof of the car, followed by a scrape of claws against metal.

"He's on the car!" Camille exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice.

Michael closed his eyes for a moment, muttering something under his breath. Then he turned to Camille. "I'll take care of it. Don't stop the car. Keep driving."

He just vanished in a swirl of shadows, reappearing on the roof. The hooded figure was holding on the roof, but Michael raised his hand, using his Spiritokinesis. With a sharp flick of his fingers, he sent the figure flying off the car and crashing into the trees lining the road.

Reappearing in the passenger seat, Michael adjusted his coat as if nothing had happened. "Amateurs," he muttered.

"Are vampires usually this aggressive?" Camille asked, her voice still shaky from the encounter.

Michael shook his head. "Not all of them. Vampires come in different types. You've got good ones, bad ones, and… ripper ones."

"Rippers?" Camille frowned.

"Yeah," Michael explained. "Rippers drain their victims completely, leaving nothing behind. They're bloodthirsty and uncontrollable. That guy back there? Definitely a ripper."

Camille shuddered at the thought. "And the good ones?"

Michael smirked, glancing at her. "The good ones, like you, drink small amounts and leave their victims alive. Most people don't even remember the encounter. It's clean, controlled… civilized."

Camille let out a nervous laugh. "So, I'm one of the 'cute' vampires, huh?"

Michael chuckled, leaning back. "Let's hope you stay that way."

As they drove further, Camille glanced at him. "What if more vampires come after us?"

Michael's smile faded, his expression turning cold. "Then we make sure they regret it."

Fortunately for them, nothing of the sort happened as they arrived quietly at Mystic Falls.

"We're here," Camille said, pulling the car to a stop.

Michael nodded. "Let's just book a room at an inn or a hotel, and then we'll figure out our next steps."

Camille agreed, parking the car and heading into the first quaint little inn they came across. The process was quick, and soon they were settled into their room.

While Camille was in the bathroom showering, Michael stood by the window, gazing out at the quiet, eerie town. The moonlight illuminated the streets, giving them an otherworldly glow.

"So this is the place where The Vampire Diaries drama took place," he mused to himself with a smirk. "I wonder if Bonnie is still around... and if she can still do magic."

His expression grew thoughtful. He recalled that in the show's later seasons, Bonnie Bennett, the powerful witch, had lost her ability to perform magic. If she's anything like her fictional counterpart, we may have a problem, he thought grimly.

Hearing the sound of the shower turning off, Michael turned away from the window and crossed his arms.

"All set?" he called out as Camille stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp.

"Yeah," she replied, grabbing some clothes from her bag. "So, what's the plan? Do we just start asking around about witches, or…?"

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