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The Meaning of Strength, Master?
Ten days. That's right. It's been ten days since I started to rebel against drinking blood. Corse, Ranfield said I was just being stubborn like a child. Like he'd know! But I think the Count's reaction took the icing on the cake.
He was more than just mad. He was – in a word; really – really pissed! I mean he took my refusal like my math teacher took my attitude about skipping a few steps in a ridiculous formula just to get the answers. No, this was definitely worse than that. He appeared before me just after my first five hours of sulking and demanded my "explanation of refusing to feed." I gave it to him by saying that '"I don't want to feed and I refused to! I can be fine living without drinking blood for the rest of my life!"
Me and my big mouth. He took my challenge seriously with his cocky grin and said that as long as I refused to feed, I wasn't allowed to leave my chambers until I do. Damn! I'm too old to be grounded! What else could I do? I couldn't back down now so as soon as he disappeared I went back to my 'fettle position' on the bed.
The first few days have been absolutely boring. I haven't heard a hint or a hair from my 'friends' but Ranfield was kind enough to tell me that they were no longer sighted in the village; which meant they must have gone home. With that weight off my shoulders I concentrated more on my rebellion against the Count.
Again, Ranfield tells me that it is useless to ignore the needs of my new nature. And I ignore him again to try and prove my point. What point? Well I was hoping to control that 'new nature' of mine without the Count. Even fighting with it in the mirror wasn't helping, for it reminded me of that creature from Lord of the Rings. Golem was it? I had to scream in a pillow after a few self-arguments.
That took at least five whole days. Though I was given the usual human foods from Ranfield so I wasn't totally deprived, but I still felt depleted. Weak, is more like it. I felt like shit upon reaching the sixth day.
After that, things started to go really weird, like horror movie weird. I'd keep hearing my voice in my head begging for 'you know what.' And when I try and take a bath, I see the water actually turning red! Not paint red, but dark and abyssal crimson red.
That made me stop taking baths for the next few days. And that's when the dreams started. Dreams of blood! Yep! I said it! Though no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I kept dreaming from blooded things to bleeding walls and such. Walking through puddles of blood to streams and rivers of it!
And I'm not even going to mention about the constant pain in my heart and chest. Upon the ninth day, I hurt and ached so badly I could barely move out of bed. Ranfield placed a cold towel on my head to help the throbbing, but he said that if I wanted it to stop, I have to follow through and 'drink the blood!'
Corse I hissed at him to leave me alone again as I sulked and cringed in pain alone in my room. My breath heaving heavily as I try to fall asleep on my ninth night of withdrawal.
"Intolerable! Stubborn! Insubordinate little whelp!" Dracula hissed angrily as he paced back and forth in his own large chambers. A mirror that covered his south wall was currently displaying an image of his Dampire servant already in bed and currently going through painful hunger convolutions. "I cannot have a servant weaken by hunger just because she refuses to feed!"
"Perhaps, she is still suffering from her sudden detachment from her society?" Ranfield boldly stated, though he stayed at the fare corner while his Master clenched his fists in anger.
"She already knows she can never return to her old life in America!" He growled lowly as his luminescent blue eyes narrowed at the image of the Goth girl currently biting her fangs into her pillow. Though he could tell; the half of her that served him, was practically begging to be fed. C's stubborn refusal to feed will soon be the end of the life he had given her!
"It would seem; once again, I must take matters into my own hands." Ranfield watched with a wave of his cape, Dracula marched out of his chambers to seek a glass goblet. He will need it filled from a generous donor from the village.
"After tonight! She will learn not to rebel against me ever again!" He muttered to himself as he took flight into the darkening sky and headed for the village.
Stomach - hurts! Chest - hurts! Head - foggy! I groaned as the pain seems to go from bad to worse. My chest feels like it's about to cave in on itself as sweat starts to drip down the side of my face. God! My menstrual periods never felt this bad! Even my teeth hurt when I started to nibble at the pillow, then spitting it out for not tasting right. Like I expected the pillow to be filled with that – that, oh never mind!
I toss and turn as I tried to fall asleep, but the pain of my heartbeat keeps me awake. My head feels like a bowling ball as my closed eyes keep seeing splashes of bright and dark red. Mostly dark red I believe as my stomach protested loudly again. Though I had eaten a bowl of soup that Ranfield left me, I only ate it half way because I threw the rest of it at the wall when I thought I saw that it was nothing but blood.
Hun – grrrrr – eeeey! My voice complained for the hundredth time. I buried my face in the pillow again, moaning loudly. I finally get the feeling of dozing when a chill starts to surround me. My black hair starts to blow slightly in the breeze and I wonder why I can't hear any wind.
Awake, my servant. A cool and strong thick voice speaks to me softly.
My body suddenly rises, rather sloppily by the way, as my head rolls to where the source of the voice is. My eyes are rather foggy and probably glossy but I can see a tall and dark figure standing in the doorway of my chambers.
My eyes then fall to what he is holding. A glass goblet filled with a dark red substance. I can even smell something sweet coming from it and my throat begins to burn with need.
Rise, and come to me. The figure orders as his cool voice echoes in my head, though I'm too lethargic to tell who it is right now. My feet fall to the stone cold floor as I slowly get out of the bed; my black shirt is all wrinkled; though I had dressed in days ago along with the brown pants.
Are you hungry, my dear? His white teeth grin down at me as I walked slowly towards him while looking rather desperate at the goblet in his hands.
Hungry – . My voice weakly response through my head as my lower jaw trembled.
Then take it. Drink every drop. He said and I found myself conflicted inside as my hands shakily reach for the glass, but stop half way. You cannot deny what you are anymore. His voice taunts me, but rather soothingly. What you've become. It is not beneficial for even a half vampire to indulge in weakness forever, or – is that how you wish to be remembered as? A Dampire who was weak?
This made me froze on the spot as I considered his words. All that I've been through. Everything and everyone I've lost. Do I really want to make it all for not? My answer came clear to me then. No! No, I do not want to be remembered as weak! I've fought so hard to get over my past and be strong! I – I don't want to be called weak!
Then drink! Drink and feel strong again! He said rather darkly. I clench my teeth as the goblet of blood was placed in my hands. I held the sides tightly as I can still feel the warmth coming from it. I look down into the cup and can almost see my reflection on its crimson surface. Slowly, so slowly, I raise the edge to my lips. Just by the feel of the liquid against my own lips made me open my mouth and spill the blood passed my tongue. I felt its warmth and wet taste go down my throat as I force myself not to drink it so fast that I'd chock.
You must not deny nor hide your new found nature anymore. He said as I continued to drink down the crimson liquid from the glass goblet. To hide is to be considered weak. To be weak is considered a disgrace. I shall not have that. Not when you are my servant. Nothing of mine is to be called weak. Ever! Take what you need to live off of, to be strong and nothing more. Humans are the same, though they indulge differently, it is we who must remain the ever stronger! Do you understand now, my little Dampire?
I finished the goblet as I had listened to his every word. His words, despite what I was now, seem to give me strength too. I felt my chest pains go away as my body started to feel less strained. Yet half my mind was in praise for his little speech, somehow, the rest of me felt the same. He was right, in a way. So there was only one word I could respond with at the moment. Yes.
Yes?
Yes, Master.
Good. He smirked down at me and patted my head softly before taking the now empty goblet from my hands. Before he turned to leave he lifted his left hand to my face and wiped the side of my mouth with his thumb while his forefinger held my chin. And remember my words. Even as a half vampire, you still possess a strength that has yet to surface. Listen, learn, and you may yet turn out to be the greatest of half vampires!
I shall, Master.
With a fanged grin from his face, he left my visions as I suddenly jerked myself upright on the bed. Breathing rather quickly I looked around the room to find that I was alone, but I could still feel the chill of his presence somewhere nearby. Was it all a dream then? Or, am I just hallucinating because of how long I've gone without drinking blood?
"Wait – if it was a dream then why dose my stomach feel full?" I muttered to myself and then licked the inside of my mouth, tasting the smallest metallic yet sweet leftovers along my gums. Damn it! So it wasn't a dream!
I flop down on the bed and gave a loud frustrated groan, probably resembling a dying horse. Still, I take a peak outside and find the sun rising, which mean 'Master Bats' is probably asleep in his coffin already.
But there were still his words that bothered me. Sure I didn't want to be called weak, but did he just say those words just to make me feed? Or – did he really mean them? I'm not sure if he was kidding by the way his eyes loomed over me. I remembered they look so concerned, determined, and – warm, believe it or not! Like he was more than telling me what the value of strength meant for creatures such as us. Hmph, creatures such as us… I wonder.
"Oh C?" I hear the familiar voice of Ranfield coming from the other side of the door, for he sounded rather cheerful too. "May I come in?"
"Sure." I said, not sure why he's still asking, but I appreciate the respect he holds for one's privacy. I guess some British guys are like that, which I'm glad for. I stand up and stretch my back into place as he opens the door and casually strides in.
"I'm very glad to see you finally up and about again!" He smiles down at me happily. Really! Just what's got him so jolly? "The Master is very pleased at you too and has decided to let you out today, after last night's affair."
"Oh." I deflated and went for my shoes.
"Come now, C. Being a half vampire isn't all bad." He motioned me to follow him once I got my coat on. "Besides! The Master has promised to teach you everything he knows, if you continue to improve on good terms!"
"Don't you mean on his good terms?" I snorted as I followed him down the winding stone staircase and into the hallway. "Where we going anyway?"
"To the village. I have to pick up a few things and I could use the extra hands." He said and adjusted his Bowler as he led me to the front doors of the castle.
"Okay. I was getting tired of being in that room anyway." I said and flapped my arms to my side as Ranfield smirked down at me cheekily and chuckled a bit. "Wow, I made you laugh. That's got to count for something!"
"And that is the first sign of a smile I have seen on you since you arrived." He said and I couldn't help but shrug at him. After all, I guess even a five century old vampire has to be right at some point in time.
"You know, despite his ruthless past as a Count, the Master can be quite a pleasant person to talk to." He said as we started down the dusty streets, people started to walk around in the morning air. A few eyed at me curiously or fearfully, but I ignored them.
"Can't imagine why." I said as my eyes stared around some of the people that stopped in the streets to stare at us, or rather me.
"You'll find out soon enough." He said in a smooth yet happy tone, like he was a kid hiding a big secret.
"Whatever." I huffed at him as I followed him to a white painted looking shack. I saw rather large hooks hanging just outside the door and I could tell what kind of shack this was.
"A meat house?" I stared at him skeptically.
"Yes." He said and knocked on the door several times. "The Dwergi have to eat too."
"Oh." I said as my eyebrows were raised, for I never thought what kind of stuff those little imps eat. Well, now I know.
"And the Werewolf gets his share as well." Ranfield said as the sound of metal keys and locks was heard from behind the door. "We can't have him terrorizing the villagers forever. So, we found that this way kept things a little more stress free."
"Of cores." I said as a bald yet bearded looking man in a white apron covering his big stomach, appeared from the other side of the door.
"Ah! Sir Ranfield! I have what ye ordered in the back." The chubby man said as he opened the door wider to let us in, except Ranfield turned to stop me.
"Wait out here for a moment. I'll call you once I'm done." He said and I shrugged in return as the door was closed on me.
The morning crisp air was somewhat soothing as I gazed around the place. Simple wooden made houses with simple dirty streets, along with simple townsfolk. It definitely looked something like that horror movie writer, Stephen King, would write. I was examining my nails as I waited when I heard a few strangled coughs behind me.
"Hey, you're that Dampire girl, aren't ya?" I turned around and found a hobo looking dude sitting on the ground with two others, all looking like they were suffering from a nasty hangover. Not to mention the smell of alcohol was like waving off of them pretty badly.
"Ummm – Ya. I guess I am." I said, trying to ignore how his matted beardy face and glazed eyes looked me over while the other two seemed to stir as well.
"No need to be nervous, lass. If anything, it is us that should be afraid of ya." He said as his head rolled a bit before focusing back at me. He then quickly took my arm and forced my back to bend down and look at him. "We – know the Count for many a years and – tis the first I've seen in me life to see a – halfa!"
"Well, I don't think you need to worry about me yet." I said as I tried not to gage from his fowl breath. He released me as one of the other men, who sat beside him, wiped his arm to his chest making him fall backwards to the wall.
"What are ya doin', Naity!" The man said in his drunk but scruffy voice. "Oh! The new lass we've been hearin' abou-! Names Huggle! This here is Naity and Boozen! We all know why he's called that, eh?"
The said Boozen gave a loud belch and dropped his empty cup in the dirt as Naity and Huggle chuckled a bit. I couldn't help but smile down at the trio. A Romanian version of The Three Stooges. Well, a drunk version. How funny!
"Charmed." I said but couldn't hide my smirk as the three gazed back up at me, like they were seeing me for the first time.
"You must be American. I recognize the accent!" Huggle said as he stretched his back, a few pops following after.
"Ever been there?" I asked, deciding to make the conversation light. But how light can one go when there all hung-overed.
"Na! Me brother is there though. Lucky bastard." He spat as he wobbled to his feet then took my hand and began to shack it violently. "Nice to see a newr' face in the town though! I get bored with seeing the same damn people every day and night!"
"Can't see how you'd remember anyway." I said as I was grateful to tolerate drunks. Spending time in a public collage dose that to you. The man laughed as the other two stumbled behind him.
"So, you gotta name?" Naity asked as he picked something out of his grotesque teeth.
"C." I said and the three began to stare at me skeptically before they looked around me in question.
"See what? I don't see nothin'?" Boozen had his head up to the sky, being the only beardless man; he still looked rather messy with his greyish hair.
"You'll have to be more specific with us village folk." Huggle said as he tried to straighten his back.
"My name is C. You know? Like the letter?" I said coolly and kept my face even.
"Well I'll be a – hic – door mat, mate!" Boozen's eyes looked over me. "I did no' know the world had run outa' names for ye children to be – going fer ye alphabet!"
"It's short for my full name, which I don't like to use." I said rather moodily.
"I see now!" Huggle chuckled at me as he grabbed the other two by the shoulders to keep himself up, or to keep the other two from falling over. "Well! If that Master of yer's ever lets you out! Come to the bar! We've all been want'en to hear yer story!"
With that, the trio stumbled and muttered some song as they went down the dirt street. I couldn't help but admire them though. Makes me think what else I'll be seeing from this place.
"Oh, C!" Ranfield's voice called to me from the meat shack. "Could you help me in here?"
"Ya, I'm coming." I sighed and marched over the threshold. Upon entering, the fat guy in a white apron from before handed me a sack that was so large I thought I would need help carrying it. But, it felt light! Like there was nothing in it, yet I could feel the soft, raw, meat from inside it. Not to mention the smell! I had to reign in my vampire half from going bananas over the smell of the blood!
"Put it over on that cart, if you please." He instructed with his hefty voice. I nodded and did just that. After placing several other bags of meat on the cart, I spotted Ranfield next to the mule that would be driving it.
Looking at my hands to find some raw animal blood on me, I quickly grabbed the nearest rag and wiped them clean, or as close to clean as I could get.
"Thank you for all your help." Ranfield said to him and hopped on the cart's reserved seat. Taking the reins, he motioned me to sit next to him. "Come along, C. We're not done yet!"
"Oh joy." I said and easily jumped and sat next to him.
"I'll make sure Dixy returns to you safely." Ranfield said to the guy before snapping the reins lightly for the mule to start moving. We stayed silent for most of the ride, till we passed the stone bridge and entered the castle gates.
"So. Have you discovered your new found strength yet?" Ranfield smiled down at me.
"Ya, I guess that's what you can call it." I said as I examined my arms and hands. I had noticed that my arms hadn't strained at all when I was lifting those meat sakes, yet they must be over sixty pounds each. I even noticed that some of my muscles in my arms had become harder when I touched them, but still kept my feminine shape.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much. The Master will teach you how to control your strength." He said as the mule called Dixy stopped in front of a large stone archway. "Soon, it will be like second nature to you!"
"I guess so." I said, shrugging it off as I hopped down as soon as the cart came to a stop. "Where do you want these anyway?" I gestured to the huge sakes of smelly meat and raw blood.
"Just over by the tables!" He said as he carefully stepped down from the cart. "Do you see that big caldron over there?"
Looking to where he was pointing at, I spotted the caldron that looked like it could hold twice as much water than two large hot tubs. "Now that's a master's cooking pot!" I muttered as I looked into the bottom of this huge pot. Shit! It might as well be a pool for at least thirty of these Dwergi!
"Erm – C? Could you fill that up with water and get the fire started by using the furnace valves?" He said as he unsaddled the mule and led her into a stall filled with hay.
I didn't have to ask how, really. I noticed a huge faucet above my head and a lever to move the huge caldron to it. Since it has wheels placed under it, thank God. I don't even know if my half vampire strength could move that!
Grabbing the lever, I heaved the caldron under the faucet, then leaped to the edge and turned on the valve to start the water running. As Ranfield had said; there was also a valve to start the warn out looking furnace from under it. Making sure I wouldn't get burned in the process, I turned the valve on and watched, before jumping back a few feet, as flames shot out from underneath the pot.
"Well done, C. Now, we just need to add one bag of meat and some seasonings; which I can find over here on this table." Ranfield said as he marched over to the messy table of odd instruments. Guess who gets to put in the bag of meat?
I shrugged as I grabbed one of the bags off the cart, undid the knot on the bag (and in my stomach) and heaved the smelly meat into the large caldron.
"Uagh! Nasty shit! I can't believe the Dwergi eat this stuff!" I wrinkled my nose in distaste as I spotted actual pieces of organs and such in the mix.
"Yes, well. Be grateful we don't have to feed them anything actually alive." He said as he brought over a stepping stool while carrying a few jars in his arms. As he proceeded to add to whatever the stuff we we're making, I decided to examine the place. I noticed we were right across from the public graveyards and noticed some people standing around a recently dug hole. Probably for a new guest to the grounds.
I had forgotten how good my eyesight was when I realized they were just across the river from us. Gess, I really gotta start to pay attention to things.
"C? If you're done with – whatever you were looking at, I need you to set the long tables with those bowls over there." He said and pointed to the massive supply of wooden bowls as he turned the big faucet off. Damn! I wonder how many of those things live here! "The tables are just in the next room. We ring the bell once everything is set, and I suggest you stand back once we do."
Since he was currently stirring the pot, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to do as he said. After all, there wasn't much I could do now. Grabbing an arm full of bowls, I walked into the next room and noticed four long tables and benches; this must be the place where those Dwergi eat at. The place reminded me of the Great Hall in those Harry Potter movies, but a lot smaller. It took me three trips just too fill all the tables, but once I was done, so was Ranfield with the strange stew.
It actually smelled rather good to me, what with the seasonings he put into it, yet I was hesitant when he gave me a smaller version of a caldron, with handles and a ladle, and filled it with the chunky mix.
"Alright. Once I ring that bell over there," He pointed to the big cow bell hanging just to the side of the doors, "the Dwergi are going to swarm in like flies. Stay close so you don't get trampled now."
"Wonderful." I breathed, but followed his advice and stood just a few inches from him. With a hammer in hand, Ranfield swing at the bell a few times. I had to resist dropping the pot of gunk in my hands and cover my sensitive ears as the doors burst open from the other side and the Dwergi started to pile in at the tables. They made hungry squawks and growls as they pounded the bowls on the tables, signaling us to hurry up and feed them.
"Now C. Just poor a huge spoon full into their bowls. The stew will last for a week in that pot," He said and I saw him holding another small pot of the stew as well. "Just follow my example from the right and you should be fine. Oh, and keep your arms over their heads so they don't tip the pot in your hands."
"I'll keep that memorized for a future reference." I said rather dryly and took the left side of the room while walking through tables one and two. Being careful so the Dwergi didn't tip over my pot, or the ladle I had, I filled their bowls as I walked by each one.
"Hey watch it!" I scoffed at one as two of them pushed him into me, almost knocking the pot over. "You want to eat or what? Sit down already!"
Surprising as it was, they followed my orders as I poured their stew into each bowl. I had to resist the urge to gag when they ripped off their facial masks and started to dig in, face first, into the stew, sounding like slobbering pigs in the process. I saw they had sharp teeth like a sharks, but most stood out like a vicious animals'. I breathed in relief once I was done with the two tables and Ranfield gave me a pat on the back, as if saying 'it's over now.' But I had a feeling this was only part of the beginning.
"Good job. Now that that's done, just dump what's left into the caldron. The Dwergi will dispose of their wooden bowls into that tub there." He pointed out the water filled barrel to me. "The good thing is you don't have to worry about washing them. Just take them out of the tub and back onto that table there. Then, just empty the tub and refill it. That will be all for the day. After this, you can head back to your chambers and rest a bit. I imagine the Mater will be up soon. Take care!"
"Ya. You to." I said and sat down on a nearby stool and watched the Dwergi greedily consume their meal. At least two dozen had finished early and dumped their bowls into the tub. I watched while silently thinking to myself as the last of the Dwergi disposed of their dishes and walked off to God knows where in this place.
Now that it was quiet, I set to work on removing the wet bowls and piled them on the far table. Once that was done, I spotted a cork at the bottom of the barrel and pulled it out, watching as the water spilled out and into a drain system I had failed to notice. It led outside and into the river, so I wasn't too worried too much. After all, I didn't smell any soap in this water so it should be save for any marine life in the river, if there was any.
As I was putting away the last of the bowls, I heard heavy footsteps from behind me. What made me freeze thought was the smell of canine fur and the sound of heavy breathing and growling. Shit! The Werewolf! Awake? Now? I slowly turned around, trying not to provoke it by making any sudden moves.
It was on all fours and was sniffing the huge bags of meat on the cart. It spotted me and gave a low growl.
"Umm – good – boy?" I said in a small voice as I tried to calm my racing heart. It only gave another growl at me before grabbing one of the bags between its huge jaws, and walked out while dragging it with him. But he stopped to watch me turn the furnace on low as I finished cleaning up the area.
"What?" I asked, though I'm not sure if he'll understand me. He just gave me a snort from his large snout before finally leaving me alone. "You're welcome." I grumbled and headed for my own chambers, thanking God that it was at the opposite direction from the werewolf's.
But as I headed to my chambers I heard some odd noises from across the river. It was where the graveyard was at, but different people were there, for I don't remember the last bunch holding shovels and digging around the place like they were looking for something.
Grave robbers? Seriously? I don't know why but the thought of them violating the dead like this was really ticking me off. Should I do something? Should I just leave them because they weren't my problem? But a guy was just recently buried there! They shouldn't be doing this! Are they even from this village?
As usual, my curiosity got the better of me, so I started for the bridge and towards the graveyard where those men were. Using stealth mood, I snuck around each tomb and stone till I was just a few feet away from them.
"This guy has gotta have something worth valuable!" One of the men said as the other told him to keep digging.
So they are robbers! I peered over to see only two of them, but I could swear I could smell more of them. Don't know why, but my instincts told me otherwise.
Another thing I don't know why I did it, but I stepped around the stone I was hiding behind and went to face these two thieves.
"And here I thought steeling wasn't allowed in this country either." I casually said, spooking the two men from their digging.
"And who are you, little lady? The Caretaker of this dump?" The one man with a green shirt and yellow teeth sneered at me.
"Maybe -." I smirked. What is wrong with me? Why the hell am I facing these creeps anyway? Is it just my other half that has been board these past few hours? "I just started today!" I had to keep talking so I don't start anything.
"Keh! A little wench like you in charge of a place like this?" The second man in a grey jacket spat at me, but then he grinned and raised his shovel over his shoulder. "Looks like you'll be done early today!"
"Look! I don't want to start something!" I said and raised my hands up in defense, but I can feel the adrenaline rushing through me already. "Just get out of here and I won't tell the villagers what you were doing!"
"What's the matter little girl?" The man in green grinned wickedly at me. "Scared?"
"Aye, mate! I bet she's a real coward now!" The second said while laughing at me.
Oh no! They did not just call me that! I gritted my teeth in seething anger. Their laughter died as soon as they heard a low growl coming from me.
"Bloody Hell! What in God's name are ya?" The man in grey started to tremble a bit and raised his shovel in defense.
"Oi! Grab her!" The one in green said and I could hear a pair of rushing footsteps from behind me. But since I heard them coming, I quickly ran towards the other two at the grave. Raising both my arms, they didn't see me 'cloths line' them till they were knocked onto their backs. I looked behind me and saw the two other men coming at me.
Quickly, I dodged their movements by racing around a tomb. Jumping and running faster than them as they tripped over themselves. Once I thought I had lost them, my way was blocked by the other two blokes that had recovered from my recent attack.
"Bitch! You're gonna regret interfering with us!" The man in green glared at me as the other two stopped just a few feet behind me. So I was surrounded! Brilliant job, C! Four against one! No doubt the Count isn't gonna be happy with me about this! That is, if he arrives in time! But the sun is only just setting, so it will be some time before he wakes up, and I can only imagine what could happen to me with these guys holding me captive.
Fight!
"Hu?" I breathed as I heard my own voice hiss in my head while the four decided to contemplate on what to do with me.
Fight! You know how! So fight!
"Oh! Right!" I said and took a deep breath, allowing myself to calm down for a moment. I spotted one of the dude's shovels and I knew what I had to do next.
"Who cares if she dies?" One of the men yelled. "No one will miss her! Just get her!"
"Come on!" I challenged as I got into my defensive stance and raised my two fists in front of me.
"How cute! The bitch wants to fight!" One of the men said and picked up the shovel I was eyeing at. "Have a taste of this, sweetheart!"
He swung, and I dodged, but as I did I grabbed the shovel from his grasp and kicked him in the stomach, making him fall flat on his ass. Another one came and I swung the end of the shovel to his face. As I did, I swung my whole self around so fast that I ended up kicking both of the remaining two at the same time.
Stunned at my attack, the four gaped at me before getting up and coming at me again. Stupid people sometimes can't take a hint! I grinned as I felt the adrenaline pump through my arms. Swinging the shovel a few times over my shoulders, I felt like I was in some sort of Jake Chan flick.
"Come on!" I challenged again as I let my fangs grow some and I stood in my defensive position again; shovel in hand.
"– The Hell are you?" The man in green glared as he came at me again along with the others.
I don't know why, but I felt like I was having fun! I kicked and swung the shovel and watched as each man was flown backwards by the power I was throwing at them. I even gave one good roundhouse kick in one guy's chest! Hearing a sickening snap from a rib as he fell, I even noticed a smear of blood on the shovel I was welding against them.
To be honest though; I did some training in martial arts for a good five years of my collage. But just like everything else; my new vampire strength added a tone of 'over kill' for all of my skills. After flinging each guy for the fifth time, I could see in their eyes they were ready to give up.
Using the end of the shovel, I pointed it at the man with the green shirt until it was under his bleeding chin. He stared up at me in fearful awe, while his fellows cringed and groaned in pain.
"You are to leave here, and not come back!" I hissed as I felt the glow in my eyes burn around my irises. "If you do – it won't just be me that will be kicking your asses! GOT IT?"
He nodded in fear. I lowered the shovel and he quickly crawled away from me, like I was truly something to be afraid of. Once he and the others stumbled back to their feet, they ran out of the grave yard and into the forest.
"Glad that's over with!" I huffed and tossed the shovel away and headed back to the castle, feeling rather content with myself. Yep! I had just beaten the shit out of four grave robbers and I felt rather good about it! Damn! I didn't even break a sweat either!
Wonder what else this 'vampire power' has upgraded on me? I thought, for I certainly felt stronger now. How fast can I run? How much weight can I lift without breaking my back? What else can I do?
I was still rather jived up after the fight so I was actually eager to see the Count again! Somehow, being a half vampire doesn't sound so bad anymore!
I'm back! Anybody miss me? I missed you guys too! Sorry for the long delay but between work and what not, it's not easy sitting my buttocks down just to type! I mean I'm called away from my typing every five minutes! Anyway! Here it is! I hope I get to type the next chapter a bit faster, for that one has some crazy scenes in it! Let me know if I made any mistakes in REVIEWS! I love to hear your opinions on how I'm doing so far! Thanks for the motivation and see you soon!