Nesta's face paled as the realization hit him in the head. His features contorted, disbelief and horror warring for dominance, eyes wild and unblinking.
Sweat beaded at his temples as his lips quivered, unable to form coherent words.
A hand shot to his mouth, trembling, as if trying to contain the truth that had just exploded inside him.
"V-ampires"he mumbled, clearly bewildered by what his keen senses had caught on to.
I'm I fighting with a f-ucking vampire? How I'm I suppose to win this battle?
He asked rhetorically. He demanded no answer from anyone because the characteristics of the man said everything. His angular features, almost too perfect, which gave an uncanny, inhuman impression.
Irises unnaturally bright or shifting color with emotion—ice-blue, crimson, or gold.
Pale lips that contrasted sharply with the darkness around the eyes.
Veins faintly visible under translucent skin, hinting at cold, unholy life beneath.
The hairs at the back of his neck stood on edge as the eyes of the two men came to a stop. They stared into each other. On the outside, it was apparent that these two were ready to tear each other apart. From within though, one could clearly see that one was now hesitant after hearing the other's words.
How can I proceed with this fight after knowing full well that this guy is a vampire?
He thought once again, crippled by the sight of the otherworldly monster on top of him.
The man's fangs flashed with an eerie white sparkle when he opened his mouth, exposing the two sharp teeth which were propping out like sore thumbs. He hissed at Nesta, a foul scent from his mouth wafting into his nostrils. Nesta sneezed uncontrollably while trying to use his hand to wipe the tip of his nose.
On impulse, the man's hand grabbed his and slammed it onto the ground with his sheer might. This caused Nesta to release a couple more powerful sneezes. The vampire ignored them completely. He slammed his forehead into his face since both of his hands were now firmly holding Nesta's own down.
Nesta winced in pain as teeth, blood and tears were sent out of his body one after the other. His nose was currently broken due to the brute strength behind the attack.
What did I do to end up in this situation? All I wanted to do was to just start a better life with Clara who had taken me in without a second thought. Speaking of Clara though, isn't this guy's red eyes just like how her's are?
He wondered, with questions flowing in and out of his banged up head. With the rest of the strength his body was left with, he did not believe that he would be able to defeat this vampire on his own.
The vampire opened up its mouth wide enough to send tiny electric shocks through Nesta's spine. The vampire's tongue came out wavering through the air effortlessly, causing saliva to fall onto his body.
Nesta despite the pain he was going through, felt disgusted by everything. He tugged, pulled and allow a huge gob of saliva to slide into his mouth. Without having any need to regret his actions, he delivered all of it onto the vampire's face. The face which looked impeccable due to the fact that this motherfucker was a vampire.
The man quickly left his hands. He used his empty hands to try and clear all the spit from his pale face.
"Fool! Why did you have to spit on my face. This face is much beautiful than that thing you call your face, you frog!"he shouted, anger and frustration pulling at the helm of his sanity.
Nesta took this opportunity to try his best and get out of harm's way as fast as possible. His feet was firmly planted into the floor as he readied himself to bolt out of the place. Flesh and muscles tensed up within his body, giving way to an endless sea of energy that cursed through his veins. He was going to get out of this situation unscathed by hook or by crook.
Before he could though, a giant hand grabbed on to his hair and pulled him back. He gnashed, gritted his teeth and later bit his lower lip as the strength behind the pull forcefully detached several strands of hair from his scalp. Nesta screamed in pain while trying his best to get rid of the hand which was toying with his body at the moment.
"Where do you think you are going? I'm not yet done with your sorry ass. Get ready to feel a double portion of the humiliation you made me pass through just now.
A fist connected with his face, sending him tumbling back onto the floor. Nesta's vision blurred once again but before he could lose consciousness though, a glob of mucus entered his eye. Its salty content made its way into his eye causing painful irritations to erupt from where they had entered.
Nesta's eyes were opened ajar due to the irritations but through the slimy substance he couldn't catch a glimpse of what was going on around his body. He rubbed his face and dug his fingers into his eyes. All of this was done in an attempt to remove what was stuck to his eyelashes.
Nesta cried in pain as a stomp descended right on top of his hands which were currently around his eyes. The fingers graced his eyes, increasing the intensity of the pain he was going through.
Damn! Damn! How I'm suppose to fight like this?
He wondered. Blood mixed up with the slimy substance which surrounded his eyes. The red liquid filled the air with the metallic scent of blood, something Nesta was familiar with.
The blood slowly crept on to his kimono, staining it. It corrupted its elegant glow a little, causing it to dwindle.
The man laughed uncontrollably with his hands curled up into fists. The first was sent and slowly but surely it struck Nesta's face. He winced. Hands flew through the sky as he tried his best to scratch the skin of the vampire.
"I can see that you are now cornered like the rat you are. I'm a commoner and I have taken into account the faces of all those who come here, never have I seen a vampire as weak as you. You are indeed a jackpot for us bandits, a walking meatball"he elaborated, laughing out his heart as if hurting others was what he did for fun.
"I am not weak!"Nesta shouted back.
"Continue to bark, you dog. Do you think barking like that will force me to give you a bone? No! This is what you are going to get…"
Nesta screamed once again as another fist connected with his mangled up face. Flesh, blood and teeth flew about but the vampire was not satisfied with the beating he had given Nesta. He carried on with his assault, continuously hitting Nesta in the face.
The ground below Nesta's head cracked open with the sheer amount of stress it was going through. Nesta could not take a nice breath anymore. This was because his nasal cavity had been crushed in by the vampire's fist. His face was now a mangled piece of flesh and blood.
The vampire suddenly came to a stop after delivering his 100th blow to Nesta's face. Flesh and blood were now stuck to his knuckles which had dealt all of the blow to Nesta. His hands hung in the air as he took a critical look at what was in front of him.The blood slowly dripped from his knuckles and fell onto Nesta's kimono. Some of it were persistent enough to get through the clothing, gracing the surface of the amulet around his neck.
The amulet drank in the blood like a living thing.
As the drops touched its surface, the metal pulsed—first a faint tremor, then a deep, hungry throb. Dark veins of light spidered outward from the point of contact, racing through engraved sigils that flared to life one after another. The air around it tightened, humming as if charged with unseen static.
A low vibration built in its core, swelling into a force that pressed outward, making the amulet feel suddenly heavier, hotter—awake.
Then, with a sudden surge, it exhaled a burst of energy: a ripple of light and heat that rolled through the space like a heartbeat finally unleashed.
It no longer just glowed.
It thrummed—alive, empowered, and undeniably changed.
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