My Three Vampire Queens In The Apocalypse-Chapter 56: Am I Elon Musk? [3]

I kept my eyes fixed on the coin as if staring hard enough would somehow force it to behave like a normal, respectable piece of currency again. It did not cooperate.

It just lay there in the center of the clearing, completely still now, which somehow felt more threatening than when it had actually moved. At least when it moved, I knew what the problem was. Now it was pretending nothing had happened, and I hated that far more.

There are very few things in life more dangerous than something that acts innocent after doing something suspicious.

I let out a slow breath and shifted my weight slightly, trying to keep myself grounded while my thoughts began their usual spiral into increasingly worse possibilities. Coins did not move on their own. That was a basic rule. If that rule was broken, then either I had completely lost my mind, or something else here was playing by a very different set of rules.

Considering my recent life decisions, both felt equally possible.

"Alright," I muttered quietly, keeping my voice low as if speaking any louder would somehow encourage the situation to get worse. "We are going to approach this like a rational person."

I paused for a moment and glanced at the coin again.

"...A slightly questionable rational person, but still rational."

That felt more accurate.

The pattern was clear enough now. The stones did nothing. My movement did nothing. The environment itself was just sitting there like it had absolutely no involvement in this situation. But the coin... the coin got a reaction. Not a big one, not dramatic, but just enough to confirm that something here was paying attention to it.

Not to me.

To the coin.

I slowly lowered my gaze to the pouch in my hand, and right on cue, that faint pressure brushed against my thoughts again. It was subtle, but now that I had noticed it properly, it was impossible to ignore. It did not feel like my own thought. It felt... external. A quiet insistence, a lingering pull that did not belong to me but was very interested in what I was holding.

Greed.

That was the only word that fit.

I exhaled softly through my nose and gave a small, humorless smile.

"Of course it is greed," I whispered. "I finally make money, and the universe immediately introduces me to something that wants it more than I do."

That felt unfair.

Highly targeted, even.

For a brief moment, I considered doing the smart thing. I imagined throwing the pouch as far as I could, turning around, and walking away like a person who valued survival over profit. It was a solid plan. Logical. Efficient.

I tightened my grip on the pouch almost immediately.

"That is not happening," I said under my breath. "I have standards."

They were terrible standards, but they were mine.

If this thing wanted the coins, then I needed to understand how it worked before I made any decisions that involved losing them. That was the only reasonable approach. Not the safest one, definitely not the smartest one, but the only one I was willing to consider.

I crouched down again, slow and controlled, making sure every movement was deliberate. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally trigger something just because I decided to move like an idiot. My eyes flicked between the coin on the ground and the pouch in my hand as I reached inside again, the faint pressure growing slightly stronger the moment my fingers brushed against the metal.

"Relax," I murmured quietly, though I was not entirely sure if I was talking to myself or to whatever was watching. "We are cooperating here."

That statement alone should have been enough to make me reconsider my life choices, but it was far too late for that now.

I pulled out a single coin and held it between my fingers for a moment, studying it as if it might suddenly reveal all the answers I needed. It did not. It just sat there, looking like a completely normal coin, which was honestly the most suspicious thing about it at this point.

Then I flicked it forward.

The coin arced through the air and landed near the first one with a soft, dull sound. For a brief second, nothing happened, and I almost convinced myself that maybe I had overreacted earlier.

Then the air shifted.

It was subtle, but unmistakable now that I knew what to look for. The space above the coins warped slightly, like heat rising from the ground, except heavier, thicker, wrong in a way that made the back of my neck tense instinctively.

I did not move.

I just watched.

"Okay..." I whispered slowly. "So that is definitely not normal."

The distortion faded again after a moment, leaving the coins exactly where they were, but the message was clear enough. Something was reacting, and it was reacting specifically to the presence of the coins.

I swallowed lightly, then reached into the pouch again.

At this point, I was fully aware that I was escalating the situation, but stopping halfway through an experiment like this felt worse than continuing. I needed more information. That was what I told myself, at least. Whether that was actually true or just a convenient excuse was a separate discussion.

I pulled out another coin.

"Controlled testing," I muttered. "We stay controlled."

I flicked the second coin forward.

It landed beside the others.

This time, the reaction was stronger.

The air twisted more noticeably, the distortion lingering just a fraction longer than before, like whatever was there had grown more interested. The faint pressure in my mind sharpened slightly as well, no longer just a background sensation but something more focused, more aware.

I felt it.

And I did not like it.

"Right," I said quietly, my voice just a little tighter now. "So more coins equals more reaction. That is... very good information that I absolutely wish I did not have."

I hesitated for a moment, staring at the pouch in my hand.

This was the point where a sensible person would stop.

This was the exact moment where someone with survival instincts would decide that they had learned enough and should not push their luck any further.

Unfortunately, I had never claimed to be that person.

I reached into the pouch one more time.

"This is the last one," I told myself firmly. "After this, we stop. No more testing. No more curiosity. We take the information and we leave."

That sounded responsible.

It also sounded like something I was very unlikely to follow through on.

I pulled out the third coin and held it for just a second longer than necessary, my eyes flicking once more to the clearing as if expecting it to react before I even did anything.

It did not.

Which, somehow, was worse.

"Alright," I whispered. "Here we go."

I tossed the coin.

The moment it hit the ground, everything changed.

The air did not just shift this time. It twisted.

Sharply.

Violently.

The space above the coins warped as if something beneath it had pushed upward, forcing reality itself to bend around it. The distortion was no longer subtle or easy to ignore. It was obvious now, heavy and wrong, pressing against my senses in a way that made every instinct I had scream at me to move.

I did not.

Because for the first time, I could actually see it.

Not clearly.

Not completely.

But enough.

Something reached down toward the coins.

It looked like a hand, if a hand had been stretched too far and then forced back into shape without any regard for how it was supposed to look. It was thin, uneven, and not entirely solid, its form flickering like it existed somewhere between visible and invisible.

But there was no mistaking what it was doing.

It was reaching.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

With a kind of quiet, patient hunger that made my chest tighten despite myself.

I stared at it for a long second, my mind going completely blank as it tried to process what I was seeing without immediately shutting down.

Then I exhaled.

"Yeah," I said softly. "That is not ideal."

I took a careful step back, then another, making sure every movement was slow and controlled. The last thing I wanted was to do something sudden and give that thing a reason to shift its attention away from the coins and onto me.

Because right now, it was focused on them.

And I would very much like to keep it that way.

My grip tightened slightly around the pouch as a very uncomfortable realization settled into my thoughts.

If three coins were enough to make it reveal itself like this...

Then the dozens I was still carrying...

Probably made me the most interesting thing in this entire clearing.

I glanced down at the pouch, then back at the thing reaching for the coins, and let out a quiet breath.

"...I have made a serious financial mistake."