A monster, not a hero

[Slap]

Tanya slapped the man right in his face. Wardlow was about to interject, but the man stopped him. Instead of being pissed of about it, he let out a smile as he held on to his face.

"Ouch, that hurt. But, you know what? I forgive you. You've been through a lot, huh?" He patted Tanya's shoulders. Tanya slapped his hand away. He smiled yet again. The more he smiled, the more creepy he looked… Maybe that was his goal to begin with. "You should just thank me for being this benevolent. Just imagine if that's not the case. Your sister's dying; I get angry; I give your sister a much more painful death. Then I kill your mother. Later I kill your father—oops, you don't have a father, right? Kukuku."

That was Tanya's limit. It was as if the limiter broke for her. The rage inside her manifested into power that basically pushed her towards the man. Each punch was faster than ever. She was at the top of the level in her fighting prowess. However, it didn't hold a candle to the man who swiftly dodged her attacks.

"Hey, should you be fighting with me like this when your sister's nearly dead?" He asked. He mocked Tanya's barbaric approach by continuing to dodge.

"You fucking bastard!" Tanya's rage reached the peak. In the midst of all the punches that Tanya threw, she decided to throw a feint and disrupt his rhythm. It worked and the next thing he knew was that a punch landed in his face and it started to bleed.

"Argh, you bitch! You dare put a scratch on my beautiful face?" Now it was the man's turn to wreak havoc.

Even though he looked furious, his attacks had a beautiful rhythm. Tanya desperately tried to dodge, but to her dismay, each punch landed on her face one after another until it was unrecognizable.

"Hah, that was satisfying. You can hear me, right? Listen carefully. I thought of forgiving your actions up until you grazed my face. Forget benevolence. Eight months; I will make your life a living hell in the next eight months. All the things I said before, I'm gonna do it within eight months; I will destroy every precious relationship of yours within that time." The arrogance and fury in his voice were clear as the bright night. "Why eight months, you ask? I'll let you in on a secret. You know, my blood—yes, the one that I inserted in you, it is special. The accelerated motion that you felt when you were enraged just a moment ago—my blood is able to give powers like that to people. There's just a slight recoil; whether you choose to use this power or not, it always seems to destroy the body of the user within said time. And what do you think that time limit is? Ding ding ding, you're right, eight months. So, I hereby promise you that you'll live a painful life and die a regretful death." He spoke.

Tanya was down. She flinched a bit, but that was it. She couldn't even open her mouth to respond; she was beaten the heck down at that point.

"Ah, I'll be taking your sister's body. I do have to torture it a bit, don't I?" The man gave out an evil smile.

"No, not now. Don't give out now!" Tanya desperately tried to hold on to her consciousness so that she could stop him from doing so.

"By the way, you might be thinking about who I am, right? Well, I'm the one that you people call a vampire." He said like a typical villain for no apparent reason other than pissing Tanya off.

"What?" Tanya was shocked at the last thing she heard before her consciousness was lost.

"Wow, I didn't think it would take this long for this kid to go down. The kid would've been shocked by my last statement, right?" He let out a chuckle. But this time it wasn't evil; it was gentle. "Wardlow, the other one's dead, isn't she?" He asked his butler who went to check Meghan's condition.

"Master, was that all necessary?" Wardlow, for the first time since he came with the man, opened his mouth to ask.

"Whatever do you mean, Wardlow?" The man feigned ignorance towards Wardlow's question.

"All the provocations. You knew this girl's dead, right. And yet you said that you'd torture her. Why?" Wardlow asked, giving out a complicated expression in his face..

"Didn't you see it, Wardlow? The brat grazed my body. How long has it been since someone made me bleed even a little? The brat's special, I can feel it. She's someone who's gonna fulfill my wish someday." The man replied.

"Then, why did you do it? I mean, you had the perfect person to do that job in her!" Wardlow borderline argued.

"That's exactly why I did this. Hopelessness, despair, and rage; those are some great attributes that let a person grow. Sure, they won't create a heroic person. But what I need right now isn't a hero, but a strong monster who's willing to trample the entire world if necessary. And that she'd do!" The man came towards Wardlow and carried Meghan's dead body. "I'll take Meghan's body—that's bound to make her angry. Let's go then."

"Master, is it fine to leave her like that?" Wardlow was a bit concerned about Tanya's safety.

"Hmm, you know her house, don't you? Drop her in front of the doorstep." The man ordered.

"Yes, master." Wardlow proceeded to carry Tanya and headed towards her house.

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