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Kitana howled in sympathy for me, resting her head on her forelimbs, curled up in her compartment. The blood on Rhoda's neck had dried up by now, but Amber and Monica where still writhing in numbing pain. Blood streamed out of Amber's forearms from the spikes pushed up into them, her eyes half open. She was strong-willed, but there's only much she could handle. She was losing both blood and life, and fast.

Madfist could see in turn that Frank's cheeks were flushed, and he was sweating all over his brow. He turned toward the wooden box in surprise, more or less realizing that Frank was holding the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. Horey had wanted the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom because it was pure animus in nature, which would suppress the pure anima fetus inside her. That, or she would die soon. Screech! The Audi continued to swerve left and right as pure vigor churned in Frank's meridian nexus, even with Madfist putting both hands on the steering wheel.

I admit then look down at my feet as we walk into the house. “After feeding on fresh human blood I’m not surprised animal blood isn’t enough. You have me and blood bags now, here I’ll show you where they’re kept,” Hanzo leads our way to the kitchen then opens the fridge. He opens a short wide drawer I never noticed before, revealing over a dozen blood bags.

The usual caramel color of Hunji’s skin turns a shade whiter than a ghost as all the blood drains from him. Aodh rips his sword from Hunji’s side, laughing as he stumbles back, his hands gripping the gaping wound as blood pours down him mixing with the mud and rain that washes over his body. Injured, Hunji backs off. Knowing he had been debilitated. The sight of his blood shakes me to the core. I had never seen Hunji bleed. It was unsettling especially as I didn’t know whether his wolf could heal a wound as big as that.

Blood coats my knuckles, the sight of it almost as sobering as the feel of his bones breaking beneath my fists. And then, in one final act, driven by the deep-seated anger, I reach into Cezar’s chest, my claws sinking deep, and with a ruthless tug, I pull out his heart. The blood rushes to my head as I watch the life leaving his eyes, but I still feel hungry for vengeance. I listen as Orion swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Nero... what did you see?”

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts spiraled as they often did these days. Several days had passed since my encounter with that bloody Vampire. Zachary fucking Ammon. While we'd been evenly matched on our first encounter, he'd wiped the floor with me the second time around and I was ashamed to admit that it terrified me. He must have gotten some sort of power boost this time. One I couldn’t quite name but could testify to its effects. That was very worrisome. I needed to formulate a plan to handle him once and for all, but I couldn’t do that without more information.

Blood. Vorges was stunned at the sudden change of my mood. A coward he is, he turned himself a bat and flew away from me before I could kill him. I heard footsteps coming my way. The need for blood got the best of me and in just a second I was in front of a man who had eyes widened in shock. I quickly buried my fangs in his neck and sucked his blood dry. He shivered and trembled until he couldn't anymore. I pushed the body away from me and it stumbled into the ground. My eyes still haven't returned back to normal color red which worried me. It was still dark red. Oh no, my appetite is growing. One human is not enough anymore.

“Why is everything here tasting like shit???” “Jesus christ,” Victor muttered, his panic growing. “Seriously?” He handed me another bag. I stared between him and his outstretched arm. “Let me guess, angel blood?” I mocked. “AB- negative,” Victor muttered. “Basically vampire Ambrosia.” I contemplated for a second, before biting into the bag. I spat everything out. “Ohh come on!” Victor yelled, running a hand through his hair, his chest heaving. “There is no way on god’s damned earth that one tasted like shit too.”

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

Yumeko leans in closer, “I think you have to top up your game if you want him to get rid of you. Do every single thing he hates the most, for example… blood. For some odd reason, Professor Matteo hates the sight of blood; he gets rid of anyone with blood on them in an instant.” A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. I know he isn’t human when my Necklace glowed and burned the other day in the gym, but I couldn’t figure out what he was. Now I get it, a creature that gets triggered at the sight of blood, his weakness… a freaking vampire. “That’s plan A,” Yumeko continues. “If he doesn’t get rid of you at the sight of blood, squeeze him in the dick. Everyone, including myself, turns towards Y