The Duke's Passion

"Why do I need to carry a weapon when I can crush your head with my bare hand? Tehee?"

The side of my lips curled up as the man shrieked under my grip. I didn't recall being this strong, as I often fight with my Lakresha. But now, I felt this surge of power within and my bloodlust was increasing. It felt like I would lose control if I let this instinct take over me.

'I want to crush his head,' my instinct whispered in my mind, tightening my grip around his head. But I froze when I felt the gazes behind me. I slowly glanced over my shoulder, heart aching as I remembered my son was just behind me. 

"Damn..." came out a curse under my breath, tossing the man out of the room until his back crashed against the wall of the corridor. 

"Ugh..!" The man quickly grunted while sitting up, touching his face as my sharp nails clawed the side of it. "My beautiful face...!" 

I didn't idle as I marched away from the room, stopping when I was by the door. I clenched my teeth before I turned around to see the people inside. My eyes instantly fell on Law's shocked countenance, making me hold my breath. He looked scared and this... felt like a hand gripping my heart, crushing it slowly.

My grip on the door handle tightened. I didn't want Law to see how sick, how tainted, and what I truly am. I didn't want my son to see this side of me. 

I swallowed down the frustrating tension in my throat. "Wait for me in here," I said in a quiet voice, closing the door slowly while staring through the gap until it shut closed.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I calmed my heart. Wallowing in regret wouldn't help us in this situation. If there was someone to taint their hands, it should be me, as I had soiled my hands a long time ago.

A loud gust of wind suddenly blew past behind me as I felt the vampire attempt to catch me off-guard, but no pain came. I let go of the door handle as I calmly turn around, seeing the vampire freeze; his hand trying to grab me but stopped in that stance, wide-eyed.

"As an inferior vampire, you dare approach someone superior to you?" I asked bitterly, slipping my fingers in between his frozen hand. I glanced at our hands intertwined, wrapping my fingers around it. 

"I don't know who you are, nor do I care about what you are fighting for. But... you chose the wrong day, wrong time, and targeted the wrong people." I took a deep breath, shifting my eyes back to his dilated eyes. "Do you know what you've just done?"

His lower lips trembled as they parted, but before he could say anything stupid, I pulled his hand down. Before he knew it, he wheezed as my knee landed on his abdomen. With the uncontrollable power coursing through my body, he coughed out blood with that simple attack. 

But I wasn't done yet. 

I wouldn't let go of this man that easily and planned to use him to release this unquenchable anger building up in my heart. Before he could grasp what was happening, I showered him with multiple attacks without letting go of his hand. He couldn't retaliate as someone as weak as him would do nothing before a pureblood. 

When I had enough playing with him, I slammed his body against the wall with all my might. With the power I used, he instantly made a hole in the wall, passed through it, and landed outside. All this happened in a matter of three minutes.

He was still alive as he grunted, coughing blood.

"Annoying vampires," I scoffed in mockery, running my hand through my hair. Although I was now a vampire myself, I still found this race annoying. After shattering his ribcage, this man was still alive. To stop him from getting up, I already knew what to do. But everyone, including my son, would see his corpse.

"What should I do with you...?" I murmured as I trudged towards him. The vampire who was just giggling in excitement moments ago crawled away on instinct as I got close. 

"No... no... no --"

"I'll make this quick," I said, taking a large step as I sat down on his back. He wriggled his body and attempted to fight back, but I stepped on his wrist. 

"I don't have time with you anymore." I grabbed his hair, pulling it back before I used my claws and unhesitatingly sliced his throat. The laugh, the shrieked, the grunts... were no more. All I heard along with the loud cries from the distance, was the dripping blood from this man's throat. 

There was no satisfaction or pity in my eyes as I released his hair. If anything, I felt nothing by killing him. I gazed at my hand, now tainted with blood that took another life. I slowly curled my fingers as bitterness flickered across my eyes. 

"This is what it takes to be someone like me," came out a whisper, rising from his back. This man wouldn't get up anymore as I nearly beheaded him. I only left a small portion of his nape intact so it wouldn't look too scary when those people inside the room see him. 

I didn't wait for long as I marched back to the shut doors. I took a deep breath as I held on to the handle before pushing it open. As soon as I did, I witnessed them jump from surprise, only to calm down a little when they figured it was me. They looked at me cautiously and in silence. 

"Come. Follow me," I said, cocking my head. "If you want to live, that is. I won't wait for anyone."

I didn't even look at Law, too afraid to see what he would look at me. Instead, I turned around and walked away.. It took several seconds before I heard their hurried footsteps following me from behind.