Children of Blood ✔️

Chapter Ten

Men begin to push other men out of there way to get a better view which begins their own fights. Women pull the hair of other women and begin to kick and accuse. Izzy throws her shattered glass at one man making his way towards me. It cuts his face and he runs at her. I kick his stomach and shove the heal of my palm upwards into his nose. He doubles over in pain and cups his bloody face. I take a bar stool and whack him over his head with it, knocking him out cold.

"Damn Jean" Izzy stares shocked before running behind the bar for shelter. "Behind you!" She yells before ducking.

Whipping around I also duck, dodging a punch meant for my face. I shove my hand at a short, stubby man's throat, causing him to cough and stumble over to the bar counter for support. Incontinently, a beer bottle smashes over his head, the beer bubbling down his face obscuring his vision. Standing with a devious smirk on his face is James. Grabbing the towel off of James' forearm I wrap it around the man's neck cutting off his air supply.

"I would typically avoid using such brash methods, but through my studies of these people I have come to the conclusion that this is the only way to restrain them." James smiles innocently and nods, "I am such an erudite student."

I return a smile, but the man grabs my wrist and twists it causing me to release the towel. His short grubby hands shove me back as he turns around grabbing James by the collar of his shirt. "You have some nerves doing that to me."

"Well an average human being has approximately 100 billion nerves in their body. But I am taller than the average male and you appear to be smaller so, the facts say I have more nerves than you."

The man fumes with anger, reaching over the counter he grabs James' throat. Instinctively I clench his wiry hair and yank his head back before smashing it down into the bar. His hand falls from James' throat and he slumps down, unconscious.

"James?" I ask getting his attention, "do me a favour and hide behind the counter?"

James opens his mouth in protest before a bottle is thrown and smashes behind him. He shuts his mouth and crouches behind the bar with Izzy.

Swirling around I watch Alaric take on two men and an aggressive woman clinging to his back. Knowing the gentleman he is, Alaric wouldn't dare threaten her pretty face... but that doesn't me I won't.

Walking behind him I rub my bruised knuckles and grab the women's head. Yanking her backwards I force her off of Alaric's back. I snap my fist to her symmetrical, freckled face and she limply lays on the ground.

Another woman flings herself at me from behind, knocking me to the floor as her arms wrapped around my neck. I fight her death grip as a drink is thrown at us followed by a chair. Izzy is now chucking cutlery at the girl on my back. I snag a fork and jab it into her arm. She screams and loosens her grip as I take hold her arm and throw her over my shoulder. She lands beside her friend on the alcohol infused floor roughly, unmoving but awake. I nod at Izzy and she runs over spewing insults at the girl before knocking her out with a kick.

Finally, the man who started this in the first place grabs my waist and turns me towards him slyly. "I don't like girls who don't listen, but I do love a girl who knows how to fight."

"I don't listen," I whisper into his ear seductively, "and I don't fight. I kill." Before he can reply I jab a knee him in his groin as he grabs my hand and swings me to the ground. I smack my head hard on the back of a fallen chair. I move to stand up but loose my balance. Helplessly, I prop myself onto my elbows and watch the man take a step towards me. The smirk on his face falling before his knees buckle and his face meets the floor. Alaric stands behind him, his fist and jaw clenched.