Blissful Bite ─ Venti x reader

38. ; GOODBYE, DEAR WORLD

As I listened to their weaving murmurs, I tried to filter out, which would tell me what to think about the heated discussion.

I kept my gaze on the anemo archon. He was—well Venti was hopefully not backstabbing me. Right? He surely wasn't. He wouldn't. I hoped that much.

It was naive to think that, though.

Was he tired of me and my plans to do the right thing? Did he struggle to trust me after everything? It was insane.

I was insane- paranoid for thinking he'd betray me.

I tried to hinder these thoughts desperately, but they were bound to come back. It was making me feel more guilty by the second.

Instead, I tried to divert my attention no longer.

My hand tightened its grip on the stone, and my eyes went wide as I heard the little pebble tumbling off the wall. Slowly rolling down, until a member turned around. They stared towards the pebble. There was a bad feeling unfolding. The last thing I saw before a vampire walked my way was the subtle flinch on the corners of Venti's mouth.

Then I realised what all of this was, a trap.

I was supposed to be led here. They hadn't planned to trust me. I couldn't blame Fischl nor the boy, but it didn't stop the brooding anger.

Thanks to my naive trust in something unlikely as a change of heart got me into this.

When the group spotted me, they shouted something in an ancient way I couldn't comprehend.

A specific vampire came closer towards me, the same one who turned as the pebbles tumbled. They'd be the first to try laying a hand on me.

If they'd touch as much as a hair was another question.

They starred at me with darkened eyes, their hands shot towards my throat.

I ducked.

I sent a kick towards their arm. Instead, their hand grabbed my leg, and I yelped. The grip tightened as I tried to wriggle out.

I tried not to cry in pain. Weakness was the worst thing to express in a fight with an immortal being.

I was alone, all alone.

No one but me, the same as in the old times.

A roar errupeted from the crowd, many different voices shouted, and the fight only became worse.

Even I, as a mortal, sensed the agitated energy. There was sweat dropping from their forehead.

They were nervous.

I stared at my opponent, with every passing second, I could feel my bones come closer to crushing. I winced as stinging pain shot through my ankle. Again, I wanted to cry out in pain and retaliate. I couldn't, I had nothing left in me. They pinned me against the ground so effortlessly that it made my heart race in my ribcage.

I felt the adrenaline coursing through as someone made my opponent loose balance. I tread on their wrist, and it cracked. I shot a swift swing towards another close-up.

They cried, anguished by the fast kick. I looked at them and saw the wide eyes, the shivering and whimpering as I put away my foot.

How the game had changed. Now, I was the one in control.

Not for long, I shouldn't get rocky.

One blunder and I was done for.

Another took me in a chockehold, Venti kicked them in the side, they stumbled to the side, and I gasped for air, I took in a deep breath and stepped backwards as another guy tried to give me a jab in the ribs.