Soulmate

Chapter 18

Della swung her blade, constructed with pure blessed metal, and decorated with multiple religious symbols, at the group of snarling vampires in front of her. Every time she managed to nick or slice through their pale skin, the effects of the sword were less damaging as they were supposed to be. One slice of this holy blade should have been able to paralyse a whole leg that had been hit, but now it only seemed to sting them a little more than a normal blade would have. Their skin would have burned as the blessed metal made contact with their flesh, yet heal too quickly for Della's liking. It didn't even seem to bother them a bit. It was as if they had evolved to a superior race of vampires; it took her longer than usual to slay one down to the dirt.

The nearest bat hissed at the charging Luna, as the holy blade swung fearlessly her. The sword sliced the forearm completely off in one clean cut, shredding through the icy white skin. The area around the slice started to turn red as the skin started to burn away, dry patches starting to peal off the arm of the vampire. It was definitely less effective than before. The vampire's eyes grew darker, and she flinched through the pain. The vampires lunged her sharp nails at Della, who barely had enough time to bend her back, away from the deadly blow.

"Even if your kind somehow got faster and stronger," She spat at the bat as she swung her foot to hook the vampire's feet. Once she fell down, Della jumped on the bat's chest and dug a fatally deep cut in her throat. Blood splatted onto the Luna's cheek, and she brought her hand to her face to wipe the red drops with disdain. "...you definitely did not get smarter..."

The bat made gargling sounds as the blood filled and swarmed to the sides her mouth, but she kept her eyes opened, glaring with rage at the silver wolf. The Luna's eyes widened as the vampire pushed her off of her stomach and stood to her feet. The female bat gave her a haunting smile when she noticed Della's horror and took a few wobbly steps towards the Luna. The blood gushed from it's half chopped neck; she even had trouble keeping her head straight, letting it flop limply to the side, showing the severed flesh. It didn't stop the vampire from attacking the silver Luna again.

"That holy blade should have ended your pitiful life!" Della growled. As the figure of the vampire started to blur, Della got ready in a strong and powerful stance. She heard and felt the satisfying crack of the spine as she roundhouse kicked the head of the bat, her head tumbling backwards and rolling away in the dirt. The headless body stood still for a few seconds; long enough for the Luna to be unsure if it was really dead. She lifted her balled fists and softly pushed the shoulders of the bat with her knuckles. The body swayed and toppled to her back, crashing in the dirt.

"That was odd..." Della whispered. The Luna dusted her hands, and cleaned her blade in the long grass near her with quick and sharp swipes. She heard other screams, coming from the center of her village, and without any hesitation she ran to the aid of her people.

The Luna whimpered as the thought of the untrained and unarmed wolves who had no other choice but to fight for their lives. Even she, a skilled warrior who had a lifetime in training and weaponry especially made to slay those disgusting bats, had trouble to kill one of those mutated vampires. Della channeled on her boiling anger, and hope fueled her to go forward. She would not let her pack fall without a fight. She made a circular motion of the long blade with her wrists, and emerged into the heart of the bloodbath.

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Nicholas felt the stubborn tickle on the back of his neck and stared at Maria in confusion. The tickle kept bugging him, and he scratched his neck angrily. "Doesn't this usually happen when someone stares at me?" He shook his head and glued his stare ahead of him.

"What's wrong, Nicholas?" Maria asked. She had noticed that he seemed uncomfortable since a little while now.

"I don't know, just this weird feeling I have..." Maria anxiously looked around them, suddenly feeling uneasy. The woman knew that he had superior senses than her, she wasn't sure to what extent, but every time she had mumbled an insult or a snarky remark to him, he would always hear her, even if she was barely whispering. She gazed at the sky, now filled with sparkling specs. The moon glowed proudly, its yellowish tint rendering the night as a peaceful scene. Maria looked over to Nicholas, who still seemed tense. She softly put her hand on his shoulder.