A/N: I know this chapter is even shorter than the two previous ones, that were already short.

But this one is different so please don't hate me.

Hope you enjoy!

I don't own Elsword nor its characters bla.

The two men walked side by side through the abandoned passages of the nocturnal world, sheltered by the shadows of the sleeping town. Not a single noise could be heard apart from the stray cats that found their home in the darkness, and maybe that's why the sound of their firm steps was starting to become more and more deafening every second. He had been avoiding this day for years, but it was no longer possible for him to keep trusting on the kindness of his caretaker. It was about time for him to become finally independent.

He followed the master's lead without questioning it, getting further away from home. With a signal of the old man's hand, they made their way into a dark alley where their presences could be completely covered by the black cloak of that moonless night.

"Remember, young one, it's completely and utterly important that you learn to control yourself. We are different from the beasts, so it's necessary that you don't allow that part of you take the lead. You can drink, but don't try to dig up on the flesh further" the older man explained with a serene voice, full of wisdom. "I did not raise a savage. Don't disappoint me".

He nodded, already knowing what his mentor wanted to taught him. He knew perfectly well and that kind of decontrol was exactly the thing that scared him the most. Not being able to fight the beast.

Strong steps echoed in the middle of the silence, foreign steps. Both of them became alert, attentive to the presence getting closer to them, not moving an inch. A tall man appeared by the entrance of the alley, standing imposing in front of them.

"I see you've become careless over the years. I didn't think I would actually be able to fight you" the strange man spoke arrogant. The elder narrowed his eyes.

That's when he saw it. The man was carrying a shotgun. He couldn't help but let out a quiet snicker. Did he really pretend to take them down with a bullet? Didn't he know what he was facing? But the attitude of his mentor confused him. Glancing over at him, he realized that he was agitated, defensive. "Be careful, Add" he whispered to him, not taking his eyes off the man in front of them.

"Why? It's just a gun. That can't kill us, right?" he responded, talking as low as he could.

The man laughed exaggeratedly loud, charging up his weapon with the bullets he took out of a bag in his belt. "I see you're a newcomer, kid. Didn't that old bastard teach you anything?" he said, still laughing. "Let me enlighten you then. This bullets are covered in holy water".

If his face could have been any paler, it would have in that precise moment. He was well familiarized with death, but the idea of dying himself was something that had slowly disappeared from his mind through the course of the years, and suddenly every paradigm he had had about his own immortality changed, replaced by a deep fear.

He looked over to his master with absolute horror, realizing that he could be about to lose yet another important person in his life. The one that turned him into what he was now, the one that received him when he had nowhere to go, no one to go to, the one that had raised him and cared for him, feeding him when he was incapable of doing it himself. And now, because of him, because he wanted to be trained towards autonomy, his life was in danger.

It was probably the most reckless thing he had done in his entire life, but every muscle pushed him to protect what was precious to him. He threw himself to the man holding the shotgun, desperate to change their destiny; knowing that, if he was fast enough and used his abilities right, he could still stand a chance.

At that moment time seemed to slow down. He saw the man aiming his gun at him in slow motion, sense their imminent proximity as his body rushed forward. He felt his own face distorting in horror as the body of his mentor, his second father, blocked his own throwing a shadow over him. He heard the sound of the shotgun being fired, the wrenching scream of pain of the old man covering him, protecting him yet again.

And even then, abruptly, the only thing he could perceive drowning his senses was that overwhelming smell of blood. His interiors felt as if they were boiling, a heat he hadn't felt for the longest time, and then the beast. His biggest fear taking over his body, blinding him, invading his mind and shutting it off. He saw himself as if from the outside swooping over the fallen elder, holding his cold head between his hands he brought his mouth to the hole in his forehead.

He sucked without a pause, letting the cold and sticky liquid slide through his throat, filling his mouth as he devoured uncontrollably, stopping only when there was no more blood to suck in and his hunger had been satisfied. His face was now covered with red stains that dripped over the corpse under him, and he licked it all off.

Not even realizing that hot tears had started running down his cheeks, he stayed next to the dead body of his only friend, his gaze going past him, lost in nothingness.

"Pathetic" he heard the man say with a snicker. "Scum like you doesn't deserve to live" he said, aiming his gun at the sobbing boy.

He covered his face, in shame, in terror. A loud scream came out from his throat. A loud thud, a suffocated scream, and then silence. Looking up, a girl offering him her hand with a kind smile. His shaky hands reached to her and an unexpected warmth spread through his skin. There was a peculiar smell, a sweetness that invaded his senses. He could feel the beast wanting to rise once again, so he shook off her hand with panic.

And he ran, and ran, and ran until getting lost. He threw himself on his knees.

And he cried, and cried, and cried.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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