Felix Crimson Aura Form.

"Is he a member of yours?" Dammy's gaze flickered between Felix, who stood unwavering in front of him, and Rose, who lingered behind. His outstretched finger trembled slightly, frozen in the air, as if accusing Felix of trespassing into matters beyond his grasp.

Rose's expression darkened, her brow furrowing into a deep, serious frown. "I said no, just a student from my school," she replied firmly, though an uneasy flicker crossed her gaze.

A slow, knowing smirk curled at the edge of Dammy's lips. "Oh, I see… just another beauty fan," he sneered, his voice laced with mockery as his eyes danced back to Felix. The way Felix stood—his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his body rigid like a soldier bracing for war—made Dammy chuckle. "A hero, huh? Come to save his beauty?"

But Felix didn't falter. He took a step forward, his breath visible in the cold night air, his chest rising and falling with a mixture of anger and adrenaline. "Let them go," he demanded, his voice shaking but resolute. "Or else I won't let you take a single step away from here!"

A gust of wind swept through the garden, rustling the leaves and making the dim streetlights flicker, as if nature itself hesitated, unsure of the chaos about to unfold.

Dammy's amusement faded. His smirk thinned, his gaze turning sharp as a blade. Then, without looking at her, he spoke. "Boys. Drive him towards the door of death… and make it quick."

Rose's blood ran cold. Her lips parted in sheer panic as she screamed, "No, don't!" The fearless confidence in her voice was shattered, replaced by raw, desperate terror.

But her plea fell on deaf ears.

"Yes!" The nine vampires barked in unison before lunging forward like starved wolves, their elongated canines flashing under the pale moonlight.

Felix barely had time to react before one of them leapt at him, his predatory grin widening, only to be met with a brutal fist to the face. A sickening crack echoed as the vampire was launched backward through the air, tumbling across the grass and coming to a stop at Dammy's feet.

The remaining eight froze, their movements halting as their eyes widened in shock.

Felix bounced on his feet, rolling his shoulders, his hands raised like a trained fighter. The burning intensity in his gaze, the sheer determination behind his stance, made him seem less like an ordinary student and more like a warrior pulled from an ancient battlefield.

"Wow, so you have some skill?" Dammy's smirk returned, but this time, there was a flicker of something else behind his eyes, interest… and something darker.

His voice dropped into a sinister growl. "Boys, don't go easy on him. It doesn't matter if he enters through the door of death."

A dark, chilling energy erupted from the vampires' bodies, the air around them turning icy as their eyes glowed crimson, the predatory hunger in them intensifying.

Then they struck. Their speed was unnatural, blurring through the air faster than Felix could react. He swung a fist, but it hit nothing, they were already gone. He turned, but another had already slipped behind him. He lashed out, but his attacks were just a second too late, his punches missing by mere inches as the vampires toyed with him, weaving through his defenses like phantoms.

Then, they attacked. A fist slammed into Felix's abdomen, the impact like a hammer driving into his gut. His breath hitched, his vision blurring for a moment.

"Hahaha, come on!" one of them taunted, before driving his knuckles into Felix's face. His head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his nose.

Felix staggered, but he refused to fall. He retaliated with a punch, but another blow cracked into his left side, the force of it sending pain lancing through his ribs. A sickening pop followed, the unmistakable sound of a bone breaking.

Felix gritted his teeth, bending at the waist, his right hand clutching his wounded side. The world around him swayed, but he refused to let go of his stance.

Rose's cries never ceased, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please! It's enough! Let him go! I already agreed, I'll follow you, just don't hurt anyone else!"

She reached out, grasping at Dammy's sleeve, but he effortlessly shoved her aside, his gaze never leaving Felix.

Felix barely had time to register the pain before a brutal kick slammed into his legs, lifting him off the ground. His body twisted, flipping three times mid-air before he came crashing hard against the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his already broken bones.

But it wasn't over. The nine vampires swarmed him, their laughter ringing through the night as they kicked, stomped, and beat him mercilessly. Their boots met his ribs, his chest, his legs, every vulnerable spot.

Felix curled inward, shielding his head with his arms, but each impact rattled him, his body trembling under the relentless assault. Bones cracked. Flesh bruised. Blood seeped into the cold earth beneath him.

And yet, even as the world blurred into darkness, even as his body begged for relief, his spirit refused to break.

Felix now lay beneath a storm of merciless boots, his body half-buried in a fog of dust. Each cruel stomp sent fresh waves of agony through his bones, but then, something shifted.

A faint crimson glow flickered within the swirling dust, small at first, like embers struggling against the wind. But then, it grew. Brighter. Deeper. Wilder.

The nine vampires halted mid-step, their once-amused faces twisting into frowns. "What the hell is that?" one muttered, squinting through the murky air.

"This bastard thinks he can scare us," another sneered. Yet their laughter felt forced now, hollow against the sudden change in atmosphere. The very air around them had thickened, charged with something primal, foreign, dangerous.

Dammy noticed it first. His smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing in wary fascination. Without a word, he took a slow, deliberate step forward. His footfall made no sound.

The other nine, oblivious to their leader's unease, prepared to resume their assault, Until Dammy's voice slashed through the frigid night like a blade.

"Everyone. Step back." His tone carried no mockery, no amusement, only an urgent weight that sent a ripple of confusion through his men. They turned toward him, puzzled.

"What? Why..."

"I said, GET BACK!"

This time, his voice thundered with raw authority, and his hand shot out in a sharp, commanding wave. But it was already too late. From within the dense dust, a single crimson hand shot forth.

A crimson hand shot through the dust, Fast, Unnatural, Merciless. Fingers, thick and pulsating with a raw, glowing energy, clamped like an iron vice around one of the vampires' legs. "Huh?" The unfortunate one barely had time to react. His eyes widened, confusion flashing into terror.

And then, He was airborne. With a single monstrous swing, his body spun like a propeller, cutting through the air like a ragdoll caught in a storm. The force behind the motion was inhuman, unnatural, terrifying.

Boom! His flailing form collided into the nearest four, sending them hurtling backward as if they weighed nothing. They crashed into the garden flowers, skidding like fallen leaves against the wind. The remaining vampires stumbled backward, eyes wide, faces drained of color.

The dust parted like a stage curtain, revealing Felix. But he was not the same. His body was now sheathed in a thick layer of crimson skin, glowing with an eerie, almost molten hue. The very air around him shimmered and distorted, as if the heat of his presence bent reality itself.

A heavy, pulsating aura radiated from him, thick with a presence that made even the night air feel heavier. His once-weakened form now stood tall, rigid, a figure of unyielding wrath.

And then, there were his eyes, once burning with defiance, were now pure red, glowing like twin hellish embers, locked onto the enemies before him.

A slow, stunned exhale escaped Dammy's lips. "What... the hell?" His voice, once filled with mocking arrogance, now trembled with disbelief.

Rose and her household, battered and weak, could only stare. Their breath caught in their throats, their faces trapped between shock, awe, and something dangerously close to hope. Because the Felix before them, Was no longer prey. He was something else entirely.