The City of Darkness and Blood

Chapter 10

Silver's POV continues...

I fought through the congested streets, the rain turning the asphalt into a slick, treacherous surface. Tracie was still knocked out from the spiked punch and laid unconscious beside me. No surprise there—she's always been a party animal. Through the rearview mirror, I noticed a blinding SUV trailing me, its headlights glaring like twin beacons of trouble. I tensed as the vehicle slammed into my bumper with an alarming force. What the hell? Was this driver deliberately trying to kill us?

I accelerated, trying to distance ourselves, but the SUV matched my speed, continuing its aggressive assault. The impact jolted the car, making it even harder to control on the rain-slicked road. With a final, violent collision, I lost control. The vehicle skidded off the road, crashing through a guardrail and into a ditch. Despite the impact, my dhampir physiology cushioned me from serious injury. Tracie had a minor head wound, blood seeping from it—a tempting sight, but I resisted the urge to feed. I could never bring myself to feed on a friend, no matter how enticing the blood might be.

I climbed out of the car and surveyed the damage: a crumpled front bumper and shattered headlights. My frustration bubbled over. My foster parents were going to be furious. I glanced back at the guardrail, my heightened senses detecting two figures clad in black—clearly the ones responsible for the attack. "You assholes better have insurance!" I yelled, my voice tinged with anger.

The figures remained eerily silent, their stillness sending a shiver down my spine. Their lack of response only intensified my unease. Suddenly, they bolted with incredible speed, vanishing from view as if they had never been there. Sensing them approaching from behind, I turned to face them. They removed their sunglasses, revealing blood-red eyes and elongated fangs. Vampires. I tensed, ready for battle. Before I could launch an attack, three more vampires materialized behind me, their presence confirmed by my acute senses. "Okay... It's on now, bitches," I muttered, my voice dripping with resolve.

With a snap of my fingers, a sleek black sheath appeared on my hip. I drew my sword—an elegant, 45-inch double-edged blade etched with runes, designed for precision and lethality, a black and dark red leather hilt, and a V-shaped guard. The blade's curvature and runes signaled its enchanted nature. "Let's raise some hell," I said, steeling myself for the fight. The vampires charged. Their claws met my sword with a clash of steel and supernatural force. My enhanced reflexes allowed me to dodge and counter their attacks with ease. I slashed one vampire's arm, the enchanted blade causing his wound to burn with a searing pain. His scream echoed through the night as he fell, his severed arm smoking from the magical burn.

The remaining vampires pressed their attack, but their overconfidence played to my advantage. I dodged and weaved through their strikes, my agility and speed unmatched. With a swift motion, I severed one vampire's legs and drove my sword through his heart, ensuring his demise. The other three launched their claws at me. I performed a backflip, narrowly avoiding their assault.

One vampire sped towards me, attempting a powerful kick. I sliced through his neck with a precise strike. With a flip-kick, I knocked the severed head off the body, and I sent it flying toward another vampire with a kick so forceful it decapitated him. With only one vampire left, he charged at me with ferocious intensity. His fists swung wildly, but I easily evaded his attacks with a taunting smile. My speed allowed me to slice off his limbs in a blur of motion. As he collapsed to the ground, I turned him onto his back, staring down at him with a cold, calculated gaze. "You have any last words before I take your head?" I asked, my voice a chilling whisper. "You cannot hide forever. You will heed your father's call," he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. "You wretched half-breed."

His words confused me—my father? Half-breed? What was he talking about? I dismissed the thoughts as irrelevant. With a final, decisive thrust, I drove my sword through his face, ending his life and silencing his cryptic message. With the immediate threat neutralized, I sheathed my sword and moved to the back of my car. I effortlessly lifted the vehicle from the rear and drag it up the hill and back onto the highway. Now slightly damaged but functional, the car was placed on the road easily, drawing no attention from the passing drivers. I climbed back into my car and drove away, leaving the wreckage behind.