Dove
Tilla covered her mouth with both of her palms. She couldn’t believe that someone like Vincent had such a painful past. And it hurt her even more to listen about his gut-wrenching story.
Vincent’s blood started to boil with rage upon recalling the torture that he had been through in the past. Although that incident had happened over three hundred years ago, it was still fresh in his mind as if it had happened just yesterday.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he further told his story, “The only reason I survived all that was because the onlookers liked seeing me getting beaten to a pulp, over and over again. I was the only skinny vampire who could throw a punch or two. And I also fell under the ‘rare’ category because I had claws. Thus, my opponents weren’t allowed to kill me. But they would beat me until I would be unrecognizable and until I could no longer lift a finger.”