His Royal Breeder
He screamed, a sound that wasn't human, and jammed his thumbs into my eye sockets.
I didn't pull away, instead I pushed harder, my claws digging into his spine, trying to rip his vertebrae out one by one.
We hit the ground hard. We rolled through the dirt and gore, a ball of fur, fangs, and fury.
I grabbed his left arm and twisted. The muscle groaned, the skin stretched, and then snap.
The humerus bone burst through his skin, white and jagged.
But Dracula didn't even flinch. He used his broken arm like a club, smashing the jagged bone into my temple and everything went white for a second.