Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man

"You know, Dregen, I always found it amusing how you're too scared to embrace your true nature." I snorted, not deigning to reply to his insult. Mane had always been envious of my hybrid blood, and he never hesitated to show it. "You're just a coward," he continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "A half-breed who can't even control his own powers." I paused, my patience wearing thin. "Watch your tongue, Mane. I won't hesitate to put you in your place." "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," Mane's smile widened, his eyes cold and calculating. “You're nothing but a weakling, Dregen. A pathetic excuse for a vampire."

My head is filled with the sound of bees. I’ve heard of blood madness before. Baron and Darma discussed it often. He said it was becoming more common. I sink to the floor and look up at Aldric who is busy closing the door behind Vesper. “What is blood madness?” I ask. “Is it like…when neophytes lose control and start to drain every human in sight?” “No, that’s not the same thing. It means something went wrong when Baron tried to make your mother.” “What?”

He was human, mostly, but something in his eyes flickered wrong, the irises edged with a pallid glow. Kavin’s voice was tight. “We should take at least one alive.” “That was the plan,” I said. The man kept squirming. “You’re…you’re an abomination,” he rasped. “I’ve heard worse,” I said. “You don’t belong to him. You belong to the old blood. The first fire.” My skin crawled. The air around us felt suddenly thick, like pressure dropping before lightning. “Who sent you?” I asked again, this time with more power behind it, the part of me that wasn’t fully human leaning into the words.

The blood kept flowing and the ground beneath the bald-headed man is already stained with a small pool of red viscous blood. The bald-headed man felt around his left chest with his right hand, and the thick feeling of the blood staining his hand made his eyes go red with madness. Their group had been rampant for ten years, and it has been so long since he suffered a serious injury such as this. The first time he did was when their group was just starting, and they targeted a large envoy of a werewolf that is a small city lord from the White Kingdom. It has been ten years since then, and being injured so heavily makes him want to lose his mind from the fury and shame.

“Talia, I will always protect you and my family, so I don’t want you to worry.” “Who says I need protection? I’ll just beat her head into a pulp, Jasmine style.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He shook his head. “You should have seen it. It was sick. Blood, bones, and brains everywhere. I didn’t think she had it in her. But I guess it’s always the quiet ones!” He smiled and turned his attention to me. “You’re pretty quiet too. I feel like I should be concerned that there’s a stone-cold killer lurking somewhere in there.”

In a split second, Nabi hand was few inches above Beau's face. The slit she made was dripping blood onto his lips. Albert slammed to a corner in a terrace in a flash. His eyes were pitch dark red, and his canines protruded. Although Albert is old, fresh blood from a human could make any Vampire freak out and lose one's mind. Even though it was tough for him to calm and compose himself, he was using all his strength to stabilize as it is his responsibility as an old one.

“You can come next week for the rest.” Hunter grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him. He lifted him up and gave him the devil’s stare. The man had known he was facing death in its eyes. “Please Hunter.” “Give me one reason I shouldn’t break your bones now.” “Please, I have a family.” “Is that a reason?” “I know something you might be interested in.” “What could that be?” “I know you escaped from Zambia.” “So?” “There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.”

I took a deep breathe and position myself near the window. The unknown man soon made it's appearance. He was bald and had a lots of scar carved on his naked torso. He scanned the room carefully like he was looking for something. Or should I say, looking for us. Luckily, he did not turn his head from where I was standing still. He looked down again from where his friends was. "There's no one in here! Are you sure you've seen the Albino girl in here?" He exclaimed. I heard no response on his questions. But before he could tilt his head towards my direction, I swiftly slit his throat with the poisonous herb I smeared on it.

How can a man who can't speak be scary like this? How can a man that sincerely loves a woman have this kind of personality? How did this man turn into a... monster? He is a lonely man. He lost the only woman he only love all these years. He suffered the unfairness of the world all by himself. She shouldn't think badly about Havoc. She wouldn't understand him unless she was in his shoes. It is still early to conclude. It's still early and her counseling does not even start yet. Havoc is still wearing a mask, that's a definite.