It Started With A Vampire

Last Scene, New Beginning

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the trailers, casting a warm glow that promised a fresh start. But for Eva, today wasn't just any day—it was the final day of filming Zombies 4, and the end of a journey that had changed everything.

She slipped into her costume with careful fingers, the fabric fitting like a second skin now, worn and familiar from months of work. The trailer buzzed softly with activity—makeup artists moving between actors, assistants organizing scripts, the distant hum of cameras being prepped.

Malachi appeared at the trailer doorway just as Eva fastened the last button of her jacket. He wore the look that had become his trademark lately—quiet confidence tinged with something more vulnerable when he looked at her.

"Hey," he said, voice low.

Eva smiled, feeling her nerves settle. "Hey."

His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he reached out and took her hand, pulling her gently close.

"You ready?" he asked.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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On Set — The Nova and Victos Last Scene

The director's voice carried over the set, clear and steady. "Alright everyone, places for the final scene! Let's make this one count."

The cast moved into position, familiar choreography flowing naturally after so many rehearsals. The scene was a turning point for their characters, a confession of feelings beneath the eerie glow of the moonlight set.

Eva's heart pounded as she looked across at Malachi, his eyes locked on hers, electric and real. The cameras began to roll.

"Victor," Nova's voice cracked just enough to show the vulnerability beneath the script, "I thought I understood everything about you. But you were hiding so much."

Malachi's character stepped closer, reaching out. "Nova, every moment without you felt like a lifetime lost."

Their hands touched—fingers entwining in a gesture more genuine than any acting could capture.

"I love you," Malachi whispered, his voice soft but fierce.

Eva's breath caught. She answered, barely above a whisper, "I love you too."

The director's voice called out sharply, "And... cut!"

The set exploded with applause, the tension bursting like a dam breaking. The cast smiled through tears, some wiping faces with the backs of their hands. This wasn't just the end of a film—it was the end of a chapter in their lives.

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But the day wasn't over.

The director surprised the cast and crew with a spontaneous final scene — a dance sequence to celebrate the wrap. Upbeat music filled the lot, and the cameras began to roll once more.

Eva laughed, spinning around as Ariana caught her hand. MK pulled Malachi into the rhythm, and soon everyone was moving together—smiling, dancing, living in the moment.

The choreography was electric and wild, a release of months of pressure and emotions. Eva found herself laughing harder than she had in weeks, her body moving instinctively, her worries melting away.

Malachi caught her eye across the crowd, his grin infectious. He pulled her into a twirl that left them breathless and dizzy with happiness.

The music swelled as the entire cast came together in a final formation. They danced with abandon, their movements syncing perfectly, a perfect harmony of friendship and hard work.

As the song reached its crescendo, the director called out, "Cut!"

The cast froze for a heartbeat, then erupted into cheers and applause.

Tears flowed freely now—tears of relief, joy, exhaustion, and triumph.

Eva found herself wrapped in Ariana's arms, while Malachi pulled her close, whispering, "We did it."

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The set quieted as the sun dipped lower, the golden hour casting a warm glow over tired faces.

Eva sat beside Malachi on the curb, their hands entwined, the world finally slowing down around them.

"Feels surreal," she said softly.

Malachi nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Almost like a dream. But I don't want to wake up."

Eva smiled. "Me neither."

Their foreheads touched, the kind of moment that held a thousand unspoken promises.

"Whatever comes next," Malachi said, "I'm ready."

"So am I," Eva whispered.

And with the final rays of sunlight wrapping them in gold, it felt like the start of everything they had ever wanted.

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Filming wrapped, but their story? That was just beginning.