Sinner

Part 13 All in a Day's Work

Popping a vial of liquid, Keenan splashes it at the undead flailing on the ground. A sizzling sound and thick noxious fume emit from the body, before the rotting corpse soon disintegrates and turns into a pile of ashes before disappearing into nothing.

"That takes care of the last of the bloodsuckers," Keenan announces as he flicks the last drop of holy water out of the vial. "This clutch of vampires thinks drugging and abducting werewolves, and then sucking blood out of werewolves is fun. This'll teach the rest of the vampires not to treat the werewolves as food".

Patting his shoulder, "Chill, boss, we've taken them all out. Despite the high they got and the improved powers after sucking our brethren, they're still no match for you. I'm glad to say this bunch won't be hunting werewolves anymore," I mollify as I bend down to collect our tools.

The fight with the vampires had taken more effort than I originally thought. They're fast, and even with my elevated werewolf reflexes, it was all I could do to keep up my dodging of their attacks. I could barely go on the offensive.

But the same could not be said of Keenan. Watching him from the corner of my eye, I see him taking down multiple vampires effortlessly. The fluid movement of his body as he swiftly decapitates one vampire while extending his arm to stake another in the heart and at the same time spinning around to unerringly kick at another's throat is breathtakingly beautiful. It's almost mesmerising to see his graceful deadly ballet. When he's finished with the horde of vampires swarming him, he came over and efficiently dispatched the vampire attacking me.

By the time the fight is over, vampire bodies littered the ground. Keenan had taken out most of the clutch while I only managed to take down a handful.

Some of the bodies are smoking as they turn to ashes while some which were incapacitated were crawling, desperately trying to escape. For the survivors, we poured holy water onto them. Once they have tasted werewolf blood, they're addicted and will surely come back for more. We can't have that so we can only reduce them to ashes and ensure they never come back again. We checked the area for survivors and verified all vampires in the clutch had turned to ashes before we head back home.

On the way back home, massaging my bruised shoulder, I remark, "That was a good workout. We manage to free the captured werewolves too. Thankfully the body count of the wolf pack was not as high as we feared. We are lucky we arrived in time before all the werewolves' blood was sucked dry. Our brethren are weak with anaemia but nothing that food and rest cannot heal".

Looking at the road intently, Keenan comments, "The allied wolf pack which was there with us today to rescue the captured werewolves will take over the job from us and help to look after the injured and the weak".

Driving up our driveway, he opines, "It's all in a day's work. We're there to eliminate the threat while the pack carries away and heals the injured. We get paid after all".

Glancing at me, he observes as he parks the car, "You'll need to train harder. You barely manage to take down a handful of them. A Berserker's much faster and deadlier than the vampires". Agreeing with his assessment, I nod my head in assent. Then before I can react, his warm hand grabs my scraped fist and brings it to his lips where his searing tongue licks at the wound. Stunned by his action, I gape in surprise and sit immobile like a statue carved in stone. I think I look like a goldfish now, with eyes wide and round staring at Keenan.

His hot tongue sends waves of tingling sensation coursing through all my nerve endings. My breath becomes short and rapid. My heart pumps faster as if running in a marathon.

After he finished licking, he kisses the healed fist then briefly brushes his palm on the side of my face before ruffling my hair.

"Hey kiddo, stop acting like a deer in the headlights. You're my apprentice and I have to look out for you. Licking from a werewolf helps the wound to heal faster. See," he brings my fist near my eyes, "it's healed without any scars or scabs".

Stumped, I nod mutely. What was that licking all about? He could have told me and I can lick myself to hasten the healing. In any case, werewolves have super healing powers, even if I leave the scrape alone, it would have healed just fine on its own.

Disturbing thoughts crowding my mind, I woodenly exit from the car.

As we enter the house, Keenan's phone rings. Picking up the call, his relaxed demeanour changes, and a hard glint comes over his eyes. His body tenses, and his face takes on a fierce expression.

When the call finishes, he says solemnly in clipped tones, "Berserker in Chicago. We leave tonight. Get packed," and without waiting, he strides to his room.

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