Act of Violent

His mind feels befuddled, not knowing if he's stuck in a nightmare or fully wide-wake.

His whole body feels like on fire, yet numb at the same time. There was pain below, yet he can't move.

A warmth lingers upon his lips, a metalic and salty taste, making him crinkling his face.

A hand lifted his head, making the pain in his neck worsen, making him groan.

He wasn't sure if he was imagining, but he hears a grudging tone in the abyss.

"Just-drank-it."

Letting out a cough, he fought off the nausea and the pounding headache, that continues to ring within.

Cough-Cough

His lips opens, letting the metalic taste going down his throat.

Though he wasn't certain, but the pain everywhere seems to lighten somehow, letting him exhale, although it was hard to get enough air.

Forcing his heavy, drowsy eyes to open, he squinted against the bright light.

The air was thick with the smell of heavy smoke, and the high-pitched 'wails' of sirens in the distance making his head pound even stronger, almost making him feel nauseous.

Keira was in front of him, her body lowered to the ground next to his. She appeared uninjured, but her shirt was tattered and ripped.

He asked hoarsely. "What happened?"

The voice was soft, but the words was spoken in a twisted calmness, but he could hear a underlying rage was simmering beneath the surface.

"Some witches who thought they could get away from this."

The soft hands was massaging his hair, slightly soothing the pounding headache.

He raises his head, looking around him.

The black car that crash into them was split in half, a faint smoke coming out of it.

He could smell the fumes coming from the car, he turned around to look at the car they were in.

His pupils dilated in numbness horror, the driver was eerie still. His chest wasn't moving, it was a stillness that anyone can tell with certainty he was dead.

There was dried blood on the side of his face. Glasses were embedded in the skin, but something else caught his attention.

Narrowing his eyes, he found something was off.

There was a small, circular marks on the man's neck. Smeared blood was pooling down, but something was clicking at the back of his mind-something was amiss.

Before he could speak, Keira tugged his arm and said with gritted teeth.

"Get up. We're leaving."

He looks down, realized there wasn't any injuries on him, despite stained blood on his shirt.

He touched his stomach dazedly, faintly realizing he wasn't injuried, he looked at Keira.

He looked at her mouth, her lips were smeared with blood. He had an terrible realization.

He realized that Keira had fed on the driver. That's why there were marks on his neck-vampire marks.

His mind was blank, only a tug from Keira pulled him out of his heavy thoughts.

They walked out the car, leaving the lifeless body behind. The door made a creaking noise as they shut the door.

Silas followed her out, they stood in the freezing air that hit them in the face.

They looked around, till a young man came out of the car, came up with a worried look.

There was no one in distance, only cars in the dark, eerie night going by, not paying any attention to them.

Then the man's face turned into horror, Silas knew he was startled by the smeared blood on her face, giving her a nightmarish and gruesome appearance before others.

He asks stuttering. "Are—"

Silas opened his mouth to speak, but Keira cut him off, not allowing him a moment to voice his thoughts.

She flashed a sweet smile, yet Silas felt an unsettling vibe, a dreadful intuition creeping in.

A prickling sensation crawled up his spine, as if something was desperately trying to alert him.

She approached him, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for coming to help us." The man nodded, though he was taken aback by her odd demeanor.

The calmness she exuded only added to the confusion they both felt. Her shredded pants hung loosely, exposing her pale legs in the dim light of the night. Dried blood smeared her face and shirt, while her wild hair cascaded over her shoulder, giving her a feral appearance.

Silas's heart raced as the horrifying realization struck him—she intended to drain the man's blood, just as she had done to others before.

Before he could shout a warning, the wind tousled his hair.

In an instant, she was behind the man, whose eyes widened in terror. Silas's voice broke through the tension, urgent and frantic. "Don't!"

With a sickening crunch, she sank her teeth into the man's neck, blood gushing forth. The man grimaced in agony, the pain igniting like wildfire through his body. Keira held his neck in a vice-like grip, denying him any chance to fight back.

Black veins snaked beneath her skin, giving her a monstrous appearance that pulsed ominously under her eyes. Silas trembled, witnessing the sheer terror in the man's gaze, his eyes pleading for help.

With his stomach churning and dizziness clouding his mind, Silas stepped closer. "Keira. Please stop! You're going to kill him." He knew he couldn't physically stop her; he was grasping at the remnants of her humanity, hoping that the fact she had once saved his life meant something. But Keira remained unresponsive, her focus unwavering.

The man's body began to twitch violently, then fell still, like a marionette with its strings cut.

Keira released her grip, and the lifeless form thudded heavily to the ground. His vacant, dull eyes gazed up at the murky sky, while the frozen look of terror on his face hinted at the fear he had felt in his final moments.

A wave of guilt, horror, and regret crashed over him, leaving him feeling queasy, as if he might be sick.

His gaze shifted to her, noticing the absence of any remorse in her expression, blood smeared across her chin, casting an eerie pallor in the dim light.

She calmly retrieved a napkin from her jacket, methodically wiping the blood away. As she looked into his eyes, a chilling detachment radiated from her, as if she had not just committed an act of violence.