Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔

Chapter 31: Nietzsche Was a Vampire

I staked the grey dummy for the third time and kicked it in the stomach until the foam began to pour out. Anger clouded my brain, coated my veins and fuelled my movements.

Sunshine burned the grass strands and my skin, unforgiving and ruthless. Even the guards around the house searched for cover in the shade, but I couldn't stop punching the doll. The fact it didn't fight back pissed me off, but when I tried finding a living victim, no one volunteered.

I punched the dummy in the face, its grey head spinning around and the foam bursting out of its neck. I grunted and punched again.

In three days, we were supposed to fight Vilmus in his house. The plan was set in motion. Caiden and Thomas went through the Sacred Order website, trying to find the layout of the tunnels under the house.

Ian's lackeys searched the area around, marking the guards' positions and the coming and goings of all residents. William was busy training the humans.

Tomorrow, we were supposed to go to the military base and disclose our plan. If we didn't manage to find the layout of the tunnels until then, we'd leak the video of Vilmus threatening us and hope someone from the inside would switch sides and give us insider information.

I punched the dummy in the stomach, swallowing the bitter taste on my tongue.

Of course, I found all of this out by listening on their conversation. Like the ultimate queen of pettiness, I refused to actually talk to any of them.

A hint of doubt crawled through me. Perhaps Ian was right about me after all. Perhaps I haven't changed at all if I still used the same old tricks to get what I wanted.

No. I kicked the dummy in its thigh. The eyeless and mouthless face mocked me.

I was stronger now. Better yet, I was useful. He couldn't just throw me aside like I was some useless girly vampire like Sheila.

"You're killing that doll." William's voice reached me just as I was about to stake the doll the fourth time.

"It's been dead for a while now." I grunted and staked anyway. "I'm punching a corpse."

"Do you want to practice on someone living?" William stood next to the doll, dressed in pink tights I swore he stole from me. "Well, half-living."

"Sure." I stepped away from the dummy. "The guards refused."

"They probably fear for their lives." William handed the stake to me. "Come on."

My feet scraped against the grass and energy coursed through my veins, fuelled by undiluted anger. This would be far easier if it were Ian in William's place, but I'd take whatever I could get.

I attacked immediately, needing to hit living flesh. William smoothly escaped out of my reach and I stumbled ahead, almost falling on my butt.

"You're angry." He commented.

"No shit." My grip around the stake tightened and I lurched towards him again.

William grabbed my arm and twisted it, causing the stake to fall out and me scream out in pain.

"You're not strong." He said, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You're fast."

"You told me to attack you!" I shouted in frustration. "I can't constantly run, I have to fight eventually. Well, according to you guys, it's best if I stay on the side lines."

"I've never said I agree with them." William picked the stake up and put it into my palm. "Last time we fought your speed confused me. You caught me off guard and managed to tackle me. Do it again."