Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 22: Rule number ten

Troy was a surprisingly skilled fighter. His eyes lit up as he wielded the poorly-made stake. There was nothing on his mind except for this battlefield. I sympathised.

I pushed my entire body forward, slamming into the dark-haired vampire. His body crashed to Troy, who grabbed both of his hands and revealed his chest. I pointed my stake towards him, but he pushed Troy away in the last moment. Troy slipped. Using my vampire speed, I found my way to him and pulled him off the floor.

"If you fall, you're dead." I whispered and attacked again, while the dark-haired vampire moved forward, attacking others on the front lines.

His back was exposed to me. A stake in hand and anger in my heart, I willed the strength to my legs and jumped around his neck. We spun together around, making everyone move out of the way.

People fell, vampires attacked, lives died.

Trying not to fall off, I dangled my stake in the air. It was irregular and numb. The other vampires were actually prepared. The dark-haired vampire slammed with his back into the wall. Numb pain spread through my spine. He stepped away and I slipped to the floor.

Before I grasped what happened, Troy grabbed me under my arm and pulled me off the floor.

"If you fall, you're dead."

We stood back to back, juggling eleven angry vampires. The other men on the front lines attacked from the sides. Three vampires were weakened, someone managed to stab them with the dead blood.

Blood sprayed in my eyes, momentarily blinding me. The torn-up limbs and heads, the agape mouths letting out screams and prayers, disappeared from my vision for a moment.

Rule number nine, do not give up.

I wiped the blood off my face and attacked at full speed. A short-haired buffed man handled the dark-haired vampire somehow. He had him pinned down with the sheer power of will. In a nanosecond, his eyes met mine, begging me, calling for me.

I gripped my stake and jumped. The man stumbled off the vampire and I replaced him. My vampire strength allowed me to keep him pinned down while I drove the stake through his heart. A sense of relief flooded me for a moment. But there was no time for feelings, there was no time for thinking.

I pulled myself off the floor, searching for a way to end this quickly. But there was no way. One vampire down, ten more to go. And I was alone.

I was outnumbered.

Do not give in to helplessness.

People dropped around me, their heads cut off, their limbs torn, their necks snapped. And there was nothing I could do. Reason slipped away from me. A chaotic craze took its place.

There was nothing I could do. They would all die. We would all die.

Stay in control. A voice that did not solely belong to me whispered in my head.

The ginger vampire attacked Troy and pushed him away. My heart thudded in my chest as I pinned him to the wall. Anger took over. And I completely let it.

"This was not how I planned to spend my day!" I hit his stomach with a fist, pain spreading through my wrist and my elbow. The vampire let out a shriek.

"Neither did I!" An unfamiliar voice reached me, as well as a poorly-made stake. I grabbed it mid-air and stabbed the vampire in front of me.

His widened eyes turned grey and he stumbled on the floor.

I did not hesitate, I grabbed him under his arms and put his body in front of me, using him as a shield. The dead vampire and I slammed to the mob forming in front of the narrow hallway, attacking the people.