Chapter 32 - Nightmare (1/2)

Whoosh.

Liam pulled the sword from Margaret's body and shook off all the clinging blood. Margaret was surprisingly strong; there was no way Liam would have expected the maid to have such power, but he won anyway.

<Well, any treasure house has its own Cerberus guarding it from thieves like me. It was to be expected>.

”Boss, you're unbelievable. I thought we were all going to die.” One of Liam's subordinates said excitedly. He was in awe of his commander's skills.

Liam let out a light sigh and said quietly: ”Come on, let's get into the warehouse quickly, we don't have much time.”

As the men in black robes headed for the warehouse door, Margaret was still standing in the same spot. Not even a vampire could survive after his heart was turned into a bloody mess.

Margaret was on the verge of death, and everything was blurring before her eyes, in that moment she thought, <I didn't want to bring it to this. His blood is still too powerful for me, but it seems I have no choice.>

With the last of her strength, Margaret drew a small vial of thick, crimson blood from her pocket.

Her hands trembled and she barely had the strength to bring the ampoule to her mouth, and the blood slowly poured onto her tongue.

Gulp.

There wasn't much blood, and just one gulp was enough to empty the ampoule.

...

”Boss, we're entering.” Said one of Liam's subordinates, but the moment he pulled the doorknob both his and the other men`s heads flew off their shoulders.

”What the?!” Liam was shocked by the scene he saw. In an instant, all his men were killed. They didn't even have time to understand how it happened.

Liam looked at the oak tree next to where he had killed Margaret, but the girl was gone. That's when Liam realized that Margaret had miraculously survived, and had also gained new powers. He braced himself for the fight, and the next moment the girl was right in front of him.

Clang.

Margaret attacked Liam with lightning speed, but he managed to block her deadly blow. Liam could hardly withstand the recoil of Margaret's attack. His hands went numb and there were several scratches on the sword itself.

Seeing Margaret's immense power, Liam decided to run, but it was too late.

Whoosh.

The girl kicked him in the stomach with a swing, sending Liam flying several meters away.

Bam.

The man slammed his back into the sturdy bark of an oak tree and collapsed with no strength. His whole body ached and he couldn't move a finger. All he could do was watch his death was slowly walking toward him.

Margaret looked like a real monster. Her scarlet eyes had turned crimson, the capillaries in her eyes burst, and her veins swelled. Her fangs had tripled in size, and her fingernails had become a real murder weapon, designed to dismember all living things.

All of this was the effect of blood. All Margaret's wounds healed in an instant, and her powers reached an entirely different level. But, if she had drunk the blood of an ordinary person, nothing of the sort would have happened.

It was because that vial contained Zak's pure blood. He was much more powerful than Margaret, so to her, his blood was a real treasure, but also a curse.

Margaret was growing stronger, but she could not yet take the full power of Zak's blood without a corresponding return.

Liam looked at the bright moon shining through the oak leaves and muttered quietly: ”Well, this is the end...”

He turned his head toward Margaret and smiled weakly. There was no fear in his eyes. It was the look of a man, who had lived the life he had chosen.

Whoosh.

Margaret grabbed Liam by the neck and lifted him up, then pierced his body with her other hand, ripping out his heart from the other side.

Crack.