Decimandria: Fangs of Anger

Chapter 10: End

Theraff screamed and lunged at Valentine as he transformed into his werewolf form mid air. He stretched out his claws in anger and desperation; everything Valentine had done and taken from him flowed through him making him berserk with anger. Killing the Master Vampire was all that mattered now. Valentine's red eyes just looked coldly at him. For a moment, Theraff thought he was gonna get him, but on the very last second, Valentine dodged and Theraff flew off uncontrollably. 

"You're weak for a Silverback." observed Valentine as he walked calmly towards Theraff. The werewolf spun around in madness, his eyes green and deranged. With a roar he shot toward Valentine again, but again, Valentine dodged at the last second. 

"Weak." repeated Valentine. Theraff attacked again...and again and again, yet Valentine always dodged with barely any effort. The village continued to burn and the pack was getting killed off by the cold-blooded vampires. Theraff screamed in frustration. Is there anything I can do!?

"You're gonna die!" screamed Theraff at Valentine from a distant. "I'll kill you!" 

Valentine looked at the silverback for a second, then burst into a laugh. The inhuman laughter rung all around the village, driving the werewolves into even more fear as they tried to run, hide, or fight. 

"I don't think so." said Valentine, suddenly snapping out of his laugh. "Let me show you what true power is like." Saying so he suddenly disappeared. Before Theraff could react Valentine appeared right in front of him. The silverback froze in shock; the difference in their speeds was astronomical. 

Theraff tried to jump back, but Valentine already slashed him across the torso with his nails. Blood gushed out of his furry body and he fell back from the force. Valentine smiled hungrily. "You're gonna pay for what you did to my kind, wolf." And again Valentine disappeared with such speed that Theraff couldn't keep up. 

Valentine appeared again and slashed him again. However, this time, he didn't stop at one, he kept going on; his red eyes mad with anger Valentine slashed away almost bestially. Theraff couldn't even scream. The sheer savagery with which Valentine was attacking him with left no room to react whatsoever. He felt stabs of pain after pain with each attack. Theraff wondered for a second if there was some kind of poison in Valentine's nails. Soon however, he didn't care about that. Nothing mattered any more. The pain was fading now; he could still see Valentine wildly slashing away at his body...he thought he even saw his own hand got cut off...but nothing mattered. Everything was disappearing...all his worries...all his pain. He saw Valentine's last blow coming; he didn't even lift a finger to defend himself. Wennrietta.... 

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Valentine stood there with the huge, decapitated silverback werewolf's head in his hands, drenched in blood. Pathetic till the end. The screams and fires still roared around him, but he knew they would die out very soon. He'd taken his revenge on the guy who had started it all. Valentine closed his eyes for a second and just savored the little breeze in the air. Suddenly, he snapped out of it. He'd sensed him. He looked behind him and saw him.

The lean Arch Silverback was almost at the village gates. He was dragging an older female werewolf by her hand and she dragged two little twin girls with her. As Valentine looked, the Arch Silverback dodged a vampire's attack and ripped him in two before he could react. Valentine smiled. 

In an instant he turned into a black smoke and gushed over towards the fleeing werewolf family. As Valentine stretched out his hand from the smoke to attack the Arch Silverback, he turned around just in time and tried to hit Valentine. The master vampire managed to dodge and he came to a skidding stop in between the family and the village gates.