Delightful Recreation Garden

An hour before Felix was jolted awake from his restless sleep, deep within the shadowed confines of the Delight Recreation Garden, an ominous confrontation brewed beneath the faint glow of flickering street lamps. The moon hung like a silent witness in the sky, its pale light casting elongated shadows of two opposing groups.

On one side stood Rose and her loyal vampire household, seven formidable women, each exuding an aura of quiet strength and elegance. Opposite them, ten male vampires loomed, their figures dripping with arrogance and malice, the oppressive tension crackling in the cool night air.

Rose's crimson hair shimmered under the muted light as she took a bold step forward, her voice slicing through the oppressive silence like a blade. "When are you going to stop attacking students from our school?" Frustration laced her words, but her stance was unwavering, her eyes burning with a fierce, defiant glow.

A man from the opposing group, clad in a red sleeveless shirt and black trousers, swaggered forward, who seems to be the leader of this menacing pack. His arrogance oozed from every pore as he closed the distance between them. "We'll stop," he sneered, his voice a low purr of mockery, "when you submit and serve under our boss."

Without waiting for a response, he raised his hand, his fingers snaking through the air to brush against the silky strands of Rose's hair. His touch was deliberate, a silent insult, as he traced the length of her crimson locks, his fingertips lingering with malicious intent.

A shadowy smirk curled at the edges of his mouth. "You may come from one of the top Royal vampire families," he murmured, his breath a cold whisper against her skin, "but as far as they're concerned, you're a loser. They won't care what happens to you."

Rose's body stiffened, her patience snapping like a brittle twig. She jerked her head away, shaking his vile touch from her hair, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure fury. "Over my dead body," she spat, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Dammy's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Then I guess we have no choice but to forcefully subdue you all," he drawled, his words dripping with condescension.

Before Rose could react, Lyra, the youngest of her household, stepped forward. Her long white hair cascaded down her back, glowing like fresh snow under the dim streetlight. Her boobs, average in size, were well-rounded and noticeable, like the gentle curves of a sculptor's careful handiwork, subtle yet impossible to overlook, marking her figure delicate, yet there was a fire burning in her eyes that belied her youthful appearance. "Don't think you can bully us," she hissed, her voice steady, though her heart pounded in her chest.

Dammy's response was swift and brutal. His sinister smirk widened, and in an instant, his hand shot out, gripping Lyra's neck with terrifying force. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as his canines elongated into deadly fangs, gleaming wickedly under the moonlight. Lyra gasped, her hands flying to his wrist, desperately clawing at his iron grip, her feet dangling inches off the ground.

"Lyra!" Rose's scream tore through the night as she lunged forward, her heart thundering in her chest. "Stop!" The word erupted from her lips, but instead of echoing through the garden, it rippled through the ether, sending a faint, vibrating frequency across the distance, straight into the mind of a sleeping Felix.

Rose's hands wrapped around Dammy's arm, trying to pry him off Lyra, but his strength was overwhelming. The other women in her household surged forward, their fangs bared, but Dammy merely sneered and tossed Rose aside like she weighed nothing. Lyra's body soon followed, thrown to the ground with enough force to knock the wind from her lungs. She lay there, writhing in pain, gasping for breath.

Without thinking, Rose's hand flew through the air, landing a sharp, resounding slap across Dammy's left cheek. The sound echoed through the garden, a defiant crack in the oppressive silence. His head snapped to the side, and for a fleeting moment, the garden held its breath.

"Dammy, why are you doing this?" Rose's voice trembled, but her resolve remained unbroken. Her crimson eyes blazed with fury, her breath coming in sharp, quick bursts. "I would rather die than be a plaything."

Dammy's face slowly turned back towards her, his expression unreadable as he rubbed his cheek where her hand had left its mark. His eyes flicked upward, locking onto the dark sky above. He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the tension in the air.

Then, without warning, his eyes snapped open, cold and ruthless. "Boys," he commanded, his voice a deadly whisper, "show them how to behave."

In unison, the nine male vampires bared their fangs, the sharp tips gleaming menacingly. A feral roar erupted from their throats as they charged forward, their movements a blur of speed and violence.

Rose's household responded in kind, their fangs flashing as they leapt into battle. But the odds were against them. The men's sheer strength, combined with their superior numbers, quickly overwhelmed the women. Bodies flew through the air, landing with painful thuds against the hard ground. The garden was filled with the sounds of grunts, growls, and the sickening crack of flesh meeting bone.

Rose could only watch in horror as her friends were beaten into submission, their once-proud forms now sprawled across the dirt, bruised and bloodied. Her heart ached, her eyes wide with helplessness, the fight draining from her limbs. She sank to her knees, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

Dammy approached her, his footsteps slow and deliberate, the predator savoring his prey. He squatted down before her, his hand reaching out to cup her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"So," he murmured, his voice a venomous caress, "what did you say?"

Rose's eyes burned with defiance, but the weight of defeat hung heavy in the air, suffocating and inescapable.

Felix continued striding along the lonely roadside, the cool night air wrapping around him like a silent, invisible cloak. The only sounds accompanying him were the persistent buzzing of crickets, their rhythmic chorus blending with the distant hum of life. Each step echoed faintly against the pavement, while passing vehicles briefly illuminated his path, their headlights casting fleeting shadows that danced along the dimly lit streets. The scattered streetlights flickered like dying embers, offering just enough light to guide his way, yet doing little to calm the storm of unease swirling in his mind.

His heart pounded with a strange mix of anticipation and dread, each beat synchronizing with the hurried rhythm of his steps. After what felt like an eternity of weaving through narrow streets and darkened alleys, he finally crossed over to the other side of the road, where the Delightful Recreation Garden loomed like a shadowy, forgotten realm. The once-innocent place now felt ominous, its tranquility marred by the foreboding tension hanging in the air.

Felix approached cautiously, his body hunched low, as if the very darkness might reach out and pull him into its depths. The cool grass brushed against his fingertips as he crept into the garden, every rustle of leaves and distant whisper of the wind sending shivers down his spine.

Back at the confrontation, Rose lay bruised and battered among her fallen household, her spirit flickering like a candle on the verge of being snuffed out. Dammy stood over her, his presence casting a long, oppressive shadow. His voice slithered through the night like a serpent, laced with mockery and cruelty.

"It seems she hasn't realized her position," Dammy sneered, the words dripping with sinister implication.

The menacing undertone of his words wasn't lost on his fellow vampires. Grins twisted on their faces as they stepped closer to the wounded women, their intentions as clear as the predatory glint in their eyes. The tension in the air thickened, a suffocating cloud of fear and helplessness.

"I will." Rose's voice, though faint, cut through the tension like a blade.

Dammy paused, his smirk faltering as he turned to face her. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice low and incredulous.

Rose slowly lifted her bloodied face, her eyes burning with a mix of defiance and resignation. She forced herself to her feet, her body trembling under the weight of the decision she was about to make. "I will follow you," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes. "But leave my people."

A slow, cruel smile crept across Dammy's face. "Sure," he purred, savoring the moment. "You should've complied earlier. We wouldn't have had to waste our time."

Rose's household, scattered and broken on the ground, tried to protest, their weak hands reaching out towards her. Their voices were barely audible, strangled by pain and exhaustion, but their eyes screamed louder than words ever could. Desperation and sorrow filled the garden like a bitter perfume.

Rose glanced down at her friends, her heart heavy with guilt. But as their leader, she knew she had to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing herself. Her crimson hair cascaded around her like a veil of fire, the symbol of her strength now a silent testament to her defeat.

Just as Dammy's group began to drag Rose away, a voice pierced through the night, stopping everyone in their tracks.

"Rose!" The voice was clear, steady, and completely unexpected.

Rose's head snapped up, her eyes widening in shock. "Felix?" she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

Dammy and his boys turned toward the source of the voice, their expressions a mix of confusion and irritation. The women of Rose's household, still sprawled on the ground, lifted their heads, their bruised faces reflecting the same disbelief.

Dammy's gaze flicked between Rose and Felix, suspicion darkening his features. "Do you know him?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and menace.

Rose's mind raced, but she managed to keep her voice composed. "Not really… just a regular student from my school," she replied quickly, hoping to downplay Felix's presence.

But Felix took a bold step forward, his face illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlight behind him. "But I came after you," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence like a sharpened blade. "I received some sort of message from you… through a strange telepathy."

A collective gasp rippled through Rose's household. Even Rose's eyes flickered with disbelief, her mind struggling to process his words.

"Wait," Dammy said, narrowing his eyes at Rose, his tone shifting from casual curiosity to sharp suspicion. "Is he a member of yours?"

The tension in the garden grew thick enough to choke on. Felix's gaze locked with Rose's, their silent exchange brimming with questions and unspoken truths. The night held its breath, the shadows deepening as confusion twisted into something far more dangerous.