Consumed with Fury

Atlas tries to massage the bottom of his palm against his sweatpants, hoping to ease the stinging.

He looks up at the sound of the mirror fracturing. He realized with alarm that the waitress wasn't able to pull away her hand in time after he was able to dodge her hold.

The piece of the mirror fell to the ground and shattered upon its contact with the hard floor.

Her hands had shattered the mirror, causing the lower part of her hand to bleed across the shattered parts of the mirror that remained stuck to the wall.

Some of the sharp glass from the mirror had embedded deeply into her knuckles, dark blood trickling freely down her knuckles like a waterfall.

Something that should have been impossible happened. The shard of glass that was embedded in her skin is slowly popping out of the surface.

Afterward, the shards of glass stained with blood fell to the ground and made a cracking sound before it shattered into tiny pieces like pure gems.

The large gash on her knuckles is slowly piecing itself together like a surgeon knitting the skin.

The waitress turned around and let out a loud, furious snarl at him, sharp teeth curled back behind her lips, and her yellow eyes flashed with rage.

She immediately leaped out toward him with her hands stretched, and Atlas tried to scoot backward, his heart in his throat making him feel nauseous with dread.

Atlas instinctively tried to roll to the other side before the waitress could reach him. Atlas could feel a burning sensation in his chest that slowed his movement down, but he followed on, crawling underneath the bathroom stall.

He couldn't think at all. He could only move by terror and self-preservation, which were the only driving force to keep him moving.

How did she find me?! What is a werewolf doing here?! I thought werewolves didn't come into this territory. What should I do? Fuck, I need to get away!!

Under the terror and crawling underneath the bathroom stall. He could hear the sounds of the bathroom stall being smashed underneath her hands.

He could hear her mocking voice in the bathroom. "Come on. Come on. Where are you?"

His heart skipped a beat, and his head became dizzy. He waited for something, but what? He doesn't know what to do; his entire body is frozen due to fear.

All of a sudden, his neck was gripped by something painful and was thrown across the air and collided with the wall next to the shattered mirror.

Everything in his body was jolted with immense pain, like each nerve was electrocuted. His head pulsed, and his vision became blurry.

He slid to the ground with a bang, where he could hear derisive laughter. "How did a half-breed, like you, overcome your father, the leader of the Barbaros?"

She whistles thoughtfully.

"It must be a lucky coincidence. Regardless, I'm taking you back, but they didn't tell me to bring you back alive. Besides, you're worth more dead than alive."

As she walks closer and her face curves with a nasty grin, each word comes out of her mouth, making his heart feel numb and detached.

He tried to push himself up, despite every bone in his body aching, but he could only stumble back to the ground. He lets out a rough cough, chest aching like knives.

As her hand was about to reach toward his chest, the door was opened with a bang.

—-- {Present Now}----

Sebastian walks into the bathroom, and the sight before him leaves him shocked. Everything was a mess—the bathroom stall was destroyed like it was smashed into pieces. He looked around the bathroom and saw the mirror was shattered, shards of glass lying on the ground like crystals.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous glint passed through his eyes at the sight of blood amidst the shard of glass.

His nose sniffed a couple of times. He raised an eyebrow at the familiar's voice. The voice was filled with derision and disdain.

"How did a half-breed, like you, overcome your father, the leader of the Barbaros? It must be a lucky coincidence. Regardless, I'm taking you back, but they didn't tell me to bring you back alive. Besides, you're worth more dead than alive."

He saw the pale hand of the waitress slowly approaching a figure lying on the floor. It was Atlas. His entire shirt was covered in blood. His face was pale and white.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his heart was consumed with a fury unlike anything he felt before.

He darted forward with unnatural speed, his hand reaching out toward the waitress's neck. The waitress rolled away as she escaped his hold with unnatural speed.

Her blue hair fluttered due to the movement of the air.

She turned around with a flicker of surprise in her yellow eyes. Her lips curve with a sneer, "You. What are you? You're not a human."

Sebastian stood in front of Atlas, who continued to kneel on the ground. His eyes widened with relief at the sight of Sebastian. "Sebastian."

Sebastian didn't look at him or assess his injuries. He needs to focus on the dangerous individual before him.

The woman before him had lifted a crooked smile on her lips as understanding dawned on her. "You are a vampire."

His pupils that are covered with crimson like blood are what revealed his identity. Sebastian tilted his head with a sarcastic smile. "Wow. You figured out the puzzle. Want to tell me what you are? And why did you attack him?"

She had a disbelieving look across her face, and she looked down at Atlas with a derisive look. She looks back at Sebastian with a slight smirk. "You can call me a werewolf or a shapeshifter."

Impossible! What is a shapeshifter doing on a vampire's territory? They usually stayed in the North and never descended past the boundary lines for the past 2,000 years. 

Sebastian asks with confusion.

"What is a shapeshifter doing here?"