Outrage

CHAPTER TWO

Awakened by the loud beating of a heart, Tron realises that it wasn't just a heartbeat he was hearing, but many. There were so many humans in the vicinity.

Besides the humans, the first thing he noticed while still sprawled on the floor amidst the swimming sea of people was a city so vibrant and alive that it seemed to pulse with an energy of its own. The city's towering skyscrapers, adorned with shimmering glass and gleaming steel, reached toward the heavens, casting elongated shadows across bustling streets. Neon lights bathed the surroundings in a kaleidoscope of colors, turning the entire area into a beautiful mix of colorful and delightful sights.

This place was dramatically different compared to the time he had just left behind and he was awestruck by the technological marvels that surrounded him.

Vehicles glided silently along the streets, powered by unseen forces. Holographic displays adorned the buildings, showcasing moving images that seemed to dance in thin air. People walked by with devices in their hands, speaking to thin air as if conversing with invisible companions. The cacophony of voices, the hum of machinery, and the distant melody of music merged into a harmonious cacophony that made Tron feel as if he had stepped into a dream.

"This century really went all out!" He exclaimed, eyes shining.

His reverie was abruptly shattered as the smell of burning reached his nose. In that second, thirst as sharp as he'd forgotten it could be overtook him. Tron frowned. That couldn't be! He could never be this thirsty. It'd been centuries since he felt anything remotely as bad as what he was feeling now.

"Oh no!" As realisation dawned on him.

He looked up at the slowly setting sun as it cast its fiery glow across the horizon, painting the sky in hues of red and orange, the sensation of burning against his skin intensified. Tron couldn't say it was a familiar one, he hadn't experienced this in centuries. He was burning, his undead body succumbing to the sun's merciless rays. He had only ever felt pain like this once in his life.

"What the hell is happening?" He thought.
He shouldn't have been able to burn.

The ritual!

He had been weakened because of it, his powers temporarily dampened, leaving him vulnerable to the sun's wrath. He stumbled into a narrow alley, desperately seeking refuge in the cool shadows that the towering buildings provided.

"Fantastic!" He was on the brink of being extinguished by the sun. Who could fathom a vampire with over a millennium of existence meeting his end like this? He would have favored meeting his demise in combat, showcasing the warrior spirit that defined him.

***

Elvira's heart raced as she sprinted through the narrow alleyways, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had just fled from an J and mad group, the panic in her chest urging her forward despite the searing pain in her side. The once-familiar city now seemed like a labyrinth, the buildings towering above her like sentinels of an alien world. Her footsteps echoed against the cold, hard pavement, the sound of her own desperation ringing in her ears.

What was he?

Finally, her legs gave way and she stumbled into an alley, collapsing against the rough brick wall. Panting heavily, she pressed her trembling hand against her wounded side, feeling the warm stickiness of blood beneath her fingertips. The wound was already healing - something she'd ensure not even J found out about her. She didn't know when she first realised her wounds healed by themselves - at first very slowly but as the years went by, a scratch could completely heal in seconds- but she knew for sure that it scared her shitless.

Unaware of the figure concealed in the shadows just a few feet away, Elvira let her mind race as she desperately tried to regain her composure. It was at this exact moment Tron who had been hiding in the alley for over an hour, seeking refuge from the sun's relentless assault on his weakened body and senses caught a whiff of blood. His instincts took over, a primal hunger driving him to react without thinking.

In a moment of uncontrollable hunger, Tron's hand shot out and grabbed Elvira as his fangs elongated. He could taste the metallic tang of blood in the air, and in his crazed state, he sank his teeth into her delicate skin, seeking to quench his thirst. A sudden sense of rightness took hold of him and unintentionally, he found himself meshing bodies and fusing heat with his captive. Breasts against chest, thigh against thigh. Sweet heaven, it felt good! Which increased his desire to latch himself to her and never let go.
But before he could fully succumb to his desire, an inexplicable force surged through him, lifting him off the ground and sending him hurtling skyward.

As he fell back to the ground, he watched as the woman he'd just blindly attacked erupted in a blinding purple glow, her body suffused with an otherworldly energy. Her eyes, once filled with fear, now glowed a vibrant purple. The air crackled with electricity as the glow enveloped her, lifted her off the ground and in its wake, a long strand of purple hair appeared in her head of chestnut colored hair.

As the radiant energy dissipated, leaving behind a sense of both awe and confusion, Elvira's gaze fell upon her transformed hair. She touched the strand hesitantly, her fingers brushing against the vibrant color. She glanced at the man who had just attacked her, her hand subconsciously reaching for the neck he'd bitten and fed off of, she shuddered.

What are these people? To be more accurate, what the hell just happened? Where had the glow come from? Why was she encountering people who bit other people in the same night all of a sudden?

She had just watched J brutally bite into one of the guests at the party she was supposed to distract men at. A party J threw almost every week ever since she over heard him say she would be useful for his cause.

Had she been seducing men to their deaths?
But these people were always already at these parties even before she knew her presence was needed in any of them all J would always say was, "Do your job". So she couldn't exactly say she lured them there.

Why did he need her then to seduce people she wasn't even trying to lure to his butcher house of a party?

Wait was this man one of J's men?
This thought startled her enough that she almost jumped.
But none of J's men would ever touch her, J would kill whomever tried, she remembered.

The alley grew silent, she could not hear even the heavy breathing that told her her attacker was ok after been thrown off her with such a force. Where had that come from? A surreal feeling washed over her and she shuddered yet again.

Don't think about that now Elvira. Run!

Elvira stumbled away from him, a mixture of relief and confusion battling itself within her the farther she went. The alley seemed to echo with the tension of their encounter.

Yet, she ran!