My Three Vampire Queens In The Apocalypse-Chapter 50: Scamming the Scammers

I turned back toward them and walked over again, this time with a slower and more deliberate pace, as if I had genuinely reconsidered something important instead of deciding to rob them in a slightly more creative way.

They stiffened the moment I got close, and I could see the hesitation in their eyes now. A few minutes ago they had been confident enough to threaten me. Now they were trying to figure out why I had come back at all.

"Relax," I said, raising a hand slightly. "If I wanted to hit you again, I would not bother talking first."

That seemed to calm them down a little, though not completely. The leader still looked at me like he was expecting a trick, which was fair because there was definitely a trick.

"I thought about it," I continued, letting my voice settle into something more serious. "And I realized I handled that badly."

"Handled what badly?" the one with the knife asked, still sounding irritated.

"This," I said, gesturing lightly between us. "The entire situation. You tried to rob me, I embarrassed all of you, and then I just walked away. That is inefficient."

They exchanged looks, clearly not expecting that answer.

"Inefficient?" the leader repeated.

"Yes," I said. "Because now all of you are still here, still desperate enough to try this again, and still making the same mistake."

"And what mistake is that?" he asked.

I looked at each of them slowly before answering.

"You are thinking too small."

That line landed better this time. No one interrupted, and I could see they were actually listening instead of reacting.

"Right now, your plan is simple," I continued. "You find someone alone, threaten them, take whatever coins they have, and then repeat the process. It works sometimes, and when it works, you feel like it was worth it."

No one denied it.

"But it is unstable," I added. "The moment you run into someone stronger, everything falls apart. Which is exactly what just happened."

The knife guy clicked his tongue, but he did not argue.

"Now here is the interesting part," I said, leaning slightly forward. "You already lost once today. That means you have two choices. You either keep doing the same thing and hope the next person is weaker, or you change your approach completely."

"And what, we listen to you?" the chair leg guy asked.

"If you want to keep your coins, no," I said calmly. "If you want more coins, then yes."

That created the pause I was looking for.

People like this did not respond to logic. They responded to outcomes.

Coins were outcomes.

I let the silence stretch just long enough to make them uncomfortable before speaking again.

"I can make you more coins than this," I said simply.

"How?" the leader asked immediately.

"By not treating this like robbery," I replied. "By treating it like an investment."

They frowned at that, and I could almost see the confusion forming again, so I kept my tone steady and easy to follow.

"Right now, you risk everything for small gains," I explained. "You pick a target, you threaten them, and you take whatever they have. That is high risk for low return. What I am offering is low risk for high return."

"And what exactly are we risking?" the knife guy asked.

"Very little," I said. "Because I already proved I am stronger than all of you together. If I wanted your coins, I would have taken them already."

That point hit harder than anything else I had said so far, because it was something they had already experienced.

None of them argued.

"Instead," I continued, "I am offering you a chance to multiply what you already have."

"Multiply how?" the leader asked.

"Through me," I said. "You give me your coins, I use them properly, and I return more than what you gave."

They stared at me.

Suspicion was still there, but now it was mixed with something else.

Curiosity.

Greed.

The combination I needed.

I kept my expression calm, as if this was a completely normal conversation and not a very obvious scam.

Inside, my thoughts were doing something entirely different.

For some reason, my brain decided this was the perfect moment to think about Sydney Sweeney again.

I did not know why.

I was standing in front of five failed robbers, trying to convince them to hand over their money, and my mind went, yes, now is the time to think about Sydney Sweeney.

This is why people die in stupid ways, I thought. Not because of enemies, but because their brain refuses to stay on topic.

I forced myself to focus.

Stay serious.

"You are hesitating," I said, looking at them. "That is good. It means you are thinking. So think properly."

I pointed lightly at the leader.

"If I leave right now, what happens?"

He frowned. "We... find someone else."

"And if that person is like me?" I asked.

He did not answer.

"Then you lose again," I said. "Maybe worse next time. Maybe someone does not stop at pushing you around."

That made them shift slightly.

Fear was slower than greed, but it lasted longer.

"Now think about the other option," I continued. "You trust me once. Just once. And in return, you get more coins than you would have made in days of doing this."

"And why would you do that for us?" the chair leg guy asked.

"Because I benefit too," I replied immediately. "More coins means more resources. More resources means more opportunities. I do not need to explain every detail for you to understand the outcome."

That was important.

Never over-explain a lie.

Confidence filled the gaps better than details ever could.

The leader narrowed his eyes. "How much do we get back?"

I pretended to think for a moment, as if I was calculating something.

In reality, I was deciding how far I could push this without breaking it.

"At least double," I said. "If things go well, triple."

"Triple?" the knife guy repeated.

"Yes," I said. "But that depends on how much you are willing to invest."

There it was again.

That word.

Invest.

It sounded serious. It sounded planned. It sounded like something smarter people would say.

I could see it working on them.

Slowly, but clearly.

"And what do you need from us right now?" the leader asked.

I looked at all of them, then gave a small nod.

"Your coins," I said. "That is all."

Silence followed.

A long one this time.

I did not rush them. I did not add anything else. I simply stood there and let the idea settle in their heads.

Inside, I was fully aware of how ridiculous this was.

I had just fought them, walked away, come back, and now I was asking them to hand over their money willingly.

And somehow, it was working.

My brain, completely unhelpful as always, drifted again.

Sydney Sweeney would never fall for this.

Which meant I should probably stop comparing random criminals to Sydney Sweeney in the middle of a scam.

Focus.

After a few seconds, the leader finally spoke.

"...How do we know you will come back?"

I met his gaze without hesitation.

"You do not," I said.

That surprised them.

Good.

Honesty, used correctly, was more convincing than any lie.

"But you do know one thing," I added. "If I wanted your coins without giving anything back, I would have already taken them."