Vampire Servant (J.JK)

Ch 63: Nue Come Forth

Mr. Lee

A cough left my mouth feeling myself choke on my blood. Once more my body was suffering from a blow, this time being thrown across the room and the ground.

The wild rose....it's making me weak and messing up my senses, but just how.

A laugh came from across the room, the unfamiliar Original pressed his glasses closer to the bridge of his nose while his other hand revealed something out of his pocket.

It appeared to be a long and thin needle. Usually meant for stealth, hitting once vital points were easy to do without it inflicting any pain.

″They are coated in Wilde Rose. You didn't notice me stabbing you with these during our fights.″

Ah for god's sake.

″This is why vampires like you will never be able to defeat vampires like us. Can't you see it? We are a superior breed, there is a reason God shaped us. Gave us life. We are meant to rule...Rule over this pathetic and weak human being-″

″Enough.″ Somehow I was able to pick myself up again. I can't even remember when I got into a fight like this.

He is right though. We might be both Originals, but there is indeed a clear difference between our strengths.

″Vampires like you and me?″ A chuckle left my mouth as I spat the blood that was filling up my throat for the third time already.

″You act like your better than me but if you were....you wouldn't have to be using such petty tricks to get me on my knees.″ Let's just get on his nerves.

″I'm just giving you an easier death.″

Yeah, Right.

″But we have played around long enough now. It's time to rip out your heart.″

He knows how to make me laugh.

A gust of wind hit my body before standing eye to eye with him. His hand was pressed up against my chest, while mine was wrapped around his wrist, holding him back.

His face scrunched in anger noticing how he was struggling to dig his hand into my chest reaching for my heart.

I am stronger.....

″You know....there is a reason I'm the Boss here.″ Like every Boss, there is a reason why the underlings follow him. It can be because of fear, love, admiration, but one thing that always plays a role...is power.

He hissed in pain as my thumb pressed up against the underside of his wrist, breaking his bones slowly.

″Where is he?″

″You fucke-″

″Where is your Boss?″ This guy isn't the leader of the Royals. He is strong, but not strong enough. Besides the acts too rashly, not clear-minded. The real guy....is hiding away.

My ears caught the sound of heels coming from my right and just in time, I released the guy jumping backward to avoid a blow aimed for my ribcage.

The room fell silent as we both looked at the dark browned hair woman. Her feet in the air aimed at where my ribcage was just a split second ago.

Just in time, if that heel had pierced me.

She lowered her leg before brushing her long curled locks to the back. Her eyes were already a vibrant red color as she locked eyes with me. She was tall, slender, and reeked of blood. Even her black leather gown was stained in blood, those of my men...