vampire king: izuku

🍋Chapter 18 : [Rest for the Weary]🍋

The explosion that followed the attack of the duo of fighters was just short of deafening. Dust and smoke covered the entirety of the arena, the crowd once more shocked into silence. The cameras all around the stadium were firmly pointed at the arena, lenses waiting for even the faintest sign of the teens. The smoke began to disperse rather rapidly, a silhouette becoming visible under all the dust.

Midnight and Cementoss were trying to understand what had happened, as their efforts to stop the two boys were blown away by the sheer power they displayed.

The +18 heroine's quirk was useless in the confront, and Cementoss would rather not give the duo extra ammunition to lob at the spectating crowd, thus also limiting him to a mere standby. The explosive force of their attacks was enough to create deafening pressure, it would be much better if it wasn't also aided by concrete shrapnel as ammo.

The smoke fully dispersed after a few more seconds filled with tension; the sight of Midoriya Izuku standing rooted to his spot was one that could inspire both awe and mind-numbing terror. He had withstood a blow that many pros would never have been able too, his stretched arm holding a barely conscious Bakugou.

The two teens had their clothes tattered. The blond's black undershirt was barely hanging on his frame, the cloth charred from the flames it had been forced to endure. Not that Izuku's attire was any better, since both his gym jacket and shirt were gone, leaving the vampire's upper torso visible to the entire world. Various burnt spots were healing right under their eyes, the wounds steaming as they returned to the usual skin tone of the vampire.

The Hemomancer had grabbed Katsuki by his face, holding the blond in the air for a few seconds before he brought him into the concrete floor like one nails a stake into the ground. The ground cracked, the audience now stunned, the silence still dominating the crowd.

Izuku slowly rose Bakugou from his concrete bedding, hand still firmly grasped around the bomber's head. It was clear that both were exhausted. Still, the vampire brought the ash-blond close to himself, examining his childhood bully. Slowly, almost as if tasting the defeat of the ash-blond, Izuku opened his mouth, displaying the gleaming fangs that were normally so hidden from sight; the pearly white fangs approached the bomber's neck and punctured the flesh without any resistance.

The crowd immediately gasped at the scene, the sight rather unbelievable. Bakugou groaned in pain, weak explosions sparking from his hands, but unfortunately for him, his arms didn't obey his orders, uselessly laying at his sides. Izuku gulped, his mouth full of crimson red blood, a tiny drop escaping his mouth and running down the vampire's chin.

After three full gulps, Izuku retracted his fangs from Bakugou's neck, his mouth still full of life-liquid. He threw Bakugou on the ground almost as if the ash-blond was trash, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, allowing the crowd to see his throat and the movement of his Adam's Apple as he forcefully drank the liquid inside his mouth.

That done, Izuku slowly turned his head back to his defeated opponent, the ash-blond's red eyes fixed onto his frame displayed an emotion that Izuku thought Bakugou incapable of displaying.

Fear.

Bakugou was afraid of him.

That strange and almost impossible notion sent a shiver of pleasure running down the vampire's spine. He opened his mouth with a deliberately slow motion, a cloud of steamy breathe exiting his maw.