CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 40

She can easily take their lives. Just had to jump on them and twist their necks. And that's it. But where's the fun in that? Besides, she had waited for a long time—a very long time—more than a decade. One of them was her mother's friends who visited them before she was killed by their hands.

Holding the knife up, hiding it by the wrist as she stepped out of the giant tree.

A needle was instantly shot her way, but she caught the object before it plunged into her skin. The younger male was the one who released it from his gun. Two men aimed their weapons at her.

"That's rude. Is that how you greet others?" She asked while stalking towards them.

"Who are you? Stop right there." The dad warned. Both of them are ready to fire.

She had to get the son out of the way. Using her speed, she appeared in front of the young adult and jabbed his jaw, which made him stagger back and loosen the grip on his gun. The man was about to lose consciousness, for he was shaking his head and grunting. She might have cracked his jaw unintentionally with her uncontrolled force.

The older man shot at her leg, but she quickly dodged it by leaping on him, and they stumbled to the ground. That must have hurt because of her added weight, and his back crunched some bits of dirt and stems under. He groaned and attempted to push her, but he was no match for her strength.

She grabbed the weapon in his grip and threw it meters away. That would be impossible for them to retrieve.

The son forced himself to stand up to help his father even though he was fighting to stay awake. Melisca sensed the recovering lad. But she was a bit too late. He managed to successfully shoot her in the shoulder.

Feeling the urge of adrenaline and anger, she plunged her knife to the hilt above the older man's shoulder, through his shirt to the ground. She did it so that he wouldn't be able to get up easily.

She jumped out of the man's torso and landed before the son. He stumbled back, but she caught his throat. "You really want to join the fun, huh?" She felt her heart starting to pound painfully as she used more of her strength. "I know what to do with you." Dragging him to her, she forced herself to use her speed even though she was about to weaken due to the syringe's substance.

He couldn't fight her, for he was grasping for air. The woman was strong enough even though she was poisoned. She's a different kind of monster. He was kicking his foot on the ground, desperate to free himself, but no matter how he fought, it was a futile attempt.

"No." A pleading groan made her turn her neck to the man lying on the ground. He was struggling to pull out the dagger. She plunged deep to pin him down. So he wanted to save his son. "Not him." He called out like a fish out of water.

She proceeded on her way. When she was in front of the vampire, she didn't know that they could get any paler than their white skin already. Melisca crouched down and pulled her other knife from the boots and grazed the man's neck with the pointed tip of her dagger. The vampire's eyes instantly shot open as blood started to trickle down. Knowing that the girl didn't have enough strength to secure the hold of its prey, she pinned her knife through his shirt and to the tree's bark. Making sure that his neck was angled to the girl's face to make her easily fed from him.

Her mouth opened and fangs elongated before she plunged them into his already-opened neck. Melisca can even slightly hear the slurping sound of her drinking.

She was about to stand up, but the constriction in her chest reverberated even more. She stumbled back on the ground as she put a hand to her heart, wanting to stop the painful stimulation. She pulled out the syringe finally and thrashed it to the side. A minute. She just needs a minute to recover from the poison. Groaning, in just a week, she was already shot three times with it. But why is it this time it's even more painful? Her body should have been able to adapt to its contents. Maybe it was stronger because it was for the vampires? How the hell would she know? One thing's for sure. It could hinder her if it enters her body. And who knows, it could eventually kill her if her blood won't be able to tolerate it.

The sound of a moaning man reached her ears. It was the effect of the vampires sucking on them. Humans would feel pleasure instead of pain. But then, his moan changed to grunting and hissing. When it turned into a painful gasp, it was the sign that they fed to kill, not just to appease their hunger.

Melisca felt her body grow numb, and then the chains restricting her heart were slowly withdrawing. She can now breathe easily, and the pain has subsided. She wasted no time and stood up to get to her main target.

The vampire was surprised by witnessing how the woman before her managed to fight off the poison from the needles. She thought of her as human, but then those yellow eyes with the shape of a crescent moon in her pupils only belonged to the wolves. She was more dangerous than she appeared to be. The woman could have killed her if she chose to. And if she forced on feeding on her blood, that would be fatal also. If she's what she thought Melisca was, then she's an abomination. But whatever she was, the strange woman helped her.

Melisca stalked back to her prey. He got up from being pinned. She used her speed to retrieve her knife from the ground and held his neck. She brought her to where his son was. The man fought to break free from her to get to his family. But Melisca didn't allow him. Instead, she pushed him with force to the other tree in front of the vampire and he fell with a thud.

"Dad." A gasping sound from the man, raised his hand to somehow reach his father.

Melisca searched for something from the surroundings. When she saw an object that would work, she grabbed it and cut the end of the thin piece of a branch with the knife diagonally to make it like a wooden stake. "This would do." She mumbled and looked back at the groaning man across the vampire.

She walked back like she was just out to get some wood to cook something. Her heart was thundering inside with the thrill of the moment. This is it. One of her mother's killers would go down.

"Why are you doing this?" Grunted the man. "Please let my son go." His begging was no use.

She looked at the bloodsucker. Her eyes were returning to vibrant red and she was sipping slowly now. The human male she was feeding from had gone pale and closed his eyes. His heartbeat was faint to the ears. Melisca didn't mind that. She turned to the father and stepped closer to him. "I could have spared him but he was needed by someone else. And I don't care." She shrugged her shoulders.

"M-monster. You're a monster."

Melisca took off her mask, her back was facing the vampire anyway. She burst out laughing. "How I wished I could have made you scream, 'Run to your mother, sweetie. Go to her!" She imitated her mother's voice from what she remembered when she was pleading for her to go to her father. "But then, he wasn't me. He wasn't fast enough to escape. So instead of me killing him, I let someone else do the pleasure. His death clearly benefits another."

The man's face contorted. It was obvious he was starting to think of something. Then his eyes bulged in recognition as his body flinched.

"You're her." Disbelief in his tone as his face was struck with fear. She can even sense him trembling. "Y-you're her." He was too astounded to apprehend the reality of what had come to the girl they were after before, and even up to now.

That made her grin with a low chuckle from her throat.

"You've really turned into a monster. An abomination. It was just right to kill you!"

In one swift move, Melisca shifted in front of him. She held his neck by her left hand, raised him higher from the ground and stabbed the stake in her grasp to his chest, pinning him, and dangling to the tree. Blood spurted out, oozing rapidly to the ground, dripping from the tree. His body went into spasms, turning pale in no time.

"You've all turned me into one!" She growled in rage as her grip on his neck tightened. She was turning deaf as the hate in her heart flowed to her body. "Look at this monster you made when you killed my mother!" Her teeth gritting, body also trembling in ferocious wrath.

She doesn't want another word from him anymore. She can only hear her own heartbeat pounding because of hatred. For the grudge she had.

"She's a—" His neck made a creaking sound from the crushed bone in her hands. It was loud enough that it drowned out his weak voice and whatever his unfinished mumblings.