Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 7: Complications

"Did you have to kill him?" Ian leaned onto the wall as soon as he saw the body in front of me. A mildly bored expression lingered on his face.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, not feeling particularly joyous about this course of events, "it wasn't my intention."

"What did he do?" He whined and I frowned, realising something was off about him.

"He said he wanted to plunge his knife so deep into my cunt that I'll be begging him to replace it with his cock, and that's a quote." I raised my eyebrow.

Ian's face distorted into an angry grimace. A spark of rage flashed in his eyes and a deep, unnerving fear flooded me. I was strong, but Ian was a fucking god of violence when it came to this.

He nodded once and approached the body on the ground. In the blink of an eye, he punched the dead body so hard that it flew to the nearest wall and smashed against it. A loud sound reverberated through the air and the body fell down with a thud.

"Jesus!" I shouted, watching the facade fall off the building. "He's already dead."

"He deserves to be killed twice." Ian mumbled and headed for the man again.

This time, I stopped him. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. His nostrils flared and his gaze was empty. Nothing but immense hunger shined through them. And a smidge of something else, something unhinged.

"Hey, hey," I put both my hands on his cheeks and kept his head still, "he's already dead." His stubble scratched my palms.

In the darkness, I watched the anger waver in his eyes. They turned gentle again. And I became too aware of our proximity.

"Fucking bastard." Ian spat, but removed my hands off him. "Was he alone?"

"No, I let the other one go." I sighed. "Commanded him to behave. But not before I smashed the wall with him."

"Good." Ian nodded. He glanced at me dress and frowned. "He hurt you."

The dress was slightly ripped on my stomach, where the man managed to cut me with his knife. I knew they would ruin my fucking outfit.

"I'm fine." I said, but Ian still stared at the ripped fabric. Anger oozed from him.

"Chloe..." The way his voice broke sent shivers down my spine. And adrenaline was still swimming through my veins.

"Ian." I said sternly. "I'm a vampire. A vampire that you trained. I'm fine."

"Go home." He stepped away from me. "I'll take care of this."

"I want to help-"

"Go home." He cut me off. "And please, call me in half an hour."

"Why?" I frowned.

"Because if you don't, I'll be tempted to find the other guy and kill him. My nose if full of his blood. I'll track him." The way he said it made my breath hitch.

I believed him. My nose was full of his smell, too. But the rule we had was clear. There was no need to attract attention to ourselves. If we started piling bodies, someone would become suspicious. And the last thing we needed were other vampires finding us.

"Okay." I nodded. "Half an hour."

I grabbed my bag off the floor and left the crime scene. Air cooled my stomach in the place where the dress was ripped, but the bigger problem were the blood stains all over the fabric. I zipped my leather jacket and headed towards campus.

This was the first time I've encountered something like this alone. Once, Ian and I were out and some guy was harassing the young woman behind the club. Ian punched him so hard his front teeth fell out and he wasn't even using half of his strength.