Tails and Legs

Slowly standing up. Julian would face Boris who was just a few steps from leaving the cavern that they were in. All of the pain that had been inflicted upon him. Felt as if it had never happened. Strange.

Stretching out none of his muscles ached from the impacts of any of the attacks that had abused them. It felt as if it hadn't happened at all.

"Hope you aren't forgetting about me so soon Boris. " Julian would say loudly to fully garner the vampires attention.

Which succeeded very well as Boris quickly spun around with a look of surprise in his eyes.

How had the welp survived? Could have sworn that he caved his head in with that last blow.

"How in the hell are you alive?" Boris would growl From deep within his throat.

"Simple. You didn't hit hard enough " Julian would lie taking his combat stance once more. "How about this time making sure you finish the deed?"

"I'll do more than that you brat!" Boris would yell lunging at the young vampire once more.

Only to be caught by a quick drawed fire ball. His skin being seared by the flames. As he felt the bugs that were just beneath his skin. Shift and scurried away from the flames at the point of impact. Leaving that portion of his body unprotected.

Fear lit up brightly within the elder vampires eyes. At the realization of such a revelation. This made him easier to kill. With less defense.

Taking the opening the surprise granted provided. Julian would slash Borid across the chest. Using both of his hands to grip the hilt of the blade.

Blood would spurt from the injury. As Boris stumbled back realing from the pain. As the slash made actual purchase across some of his inner body. Causing his body to begin to burn from the inside.

It was the most intense pain the elder vampire had felt. In recent years anyway.

Shrinking back from the injury. Boris would raise his arm to defend himself from another impending strike. Which for him, came much sooner than he thought it would.

With Julian making a upward strike. Cutting through the arm, and bone alike with a mighty swing. Allowing for more blood to splatter along the ground and the bodies of the two men.

Julian being covered by the blood of his opponent. Felt a animalistic hung form from deep within him. As the scent of the blood flowed into his nostrils. Like a rushing torrent of air. He felt the urge begin to take control of him as he spun around the flat of the blade resting on the back of his neck. Spinning it around upwards he would turn into a lunge stabbing forward into the chest of Boris. Who still hadn't had the chance to recover from the assault.

Julian was done fighting this man honorably. He was out for blood. And by the power he held, he was going to get it. Even if it meant that he was going to do something drastic. Which in this case. Was brutalizing.

His blade would find purchase in Boris' chest as it found its way through to the otherside of the mans body.

Blood spurting from his lips. Boris would feel the bugs which were just beneath his skin quickly making their escape from his body. Leaving him even weaker than he was currently feeling.

He couldn't die. Not like this. Not to some boy. He was stronger than him. Than any of the damned vampires that resided within that ridiculous mansion.

Yet in that moment. All he could do was smile. Knowing that his demon would gather what it needed to gather. Enough for both his clan, and that bastard Dracula alike. For all he cared, his mission was a success. Even if it meant him dying as a result. That was something he could take pride in. Being a Martyr against the rest of their cursed kind.

To him. Death was a honor he would willingly accept. Full well knowing he had put up a good fight. He would never be known for going down like a coward. Never be known for losing a fight and surviving it.

"What has you smiling Boris?" Julian would growl at his opponent. Twisting the blade in the their body.

Coughing up blood. Boris would keep the smile plastered on his face. As he felt the life within his body beginning to seep out through his many injuries.

"Oh nothing. Just that even in death. I know I've won. " Boris would chuckles through with a breath.

Feeling his knees weaken. Boris would fall as his body became unable to hold his weight. Feeling the pain from the blade within him shifting upwards within his body. It being the only thing keeping him aloft.

"What do you mean?" Julian would ask as his mind would race as he tried to figure out what he could mean. Only for the answer to quickly reach the front of his mind.

Aurella.

A feeling of dread and worry would rush through him.

"What have you done to my sister?!" He would yell into the face of the dying vampire before him. Who only began to laugh as delerium began to take ahold of him.

"If I'm lucky. Killed her!" He would manage through his weakening laughs.

Hearing enough of this. Julian would use all of his strength to pull up on the blade. Digging through the mans skin and bone. Before finding enough purchase and leverage to cleave his upper body in half. The last noise that Boris made. Being a sharp bellow of agony.

Standing before the dead vampire. Breath ragged, Julian would begin to run down the path. Only to find himself falling to the ground. All the strength he had suddenly vanishing.

Forcing himself to slowly get up. Every muscle in his body protesting in pain. He needed to push on in order to ensure she was safe. To ensure he protected her even if it cost him his life.

Licking his lips to moisten. He would taste blood. The sweet savory taste of it filling his body with the minimal energy it needed to allow him to push on.