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Chapter 126: _ Sweet Food
As Fergus landed on the ground to find a burly werewolf with his fur matted with blood and dirt, stumbled towards the building, his eyes glazed with fear and desperation as he whimpered and was forced to shift back to his human form as a result of the fall.
Whatever threw him from that angle was nasty; Fergus thought to himself.
Luckily for the wolf, no vampires were in sight. Fergus watched him as he struggled to get back on his feet after cracking his neck and readjusting his dislocated bones. As he scampered back up, he spotted Fergus on the ledge and let out a confused snarl.
Food; Fergus thought. FOOD!
"What the...?" he began, voice filled with shock and eyes widened. "A little boy? Get inside, kid! This is no place for you!"
A caring food; Fergus thought. Aw, how sweet. A corner of his lips broke into a smirk. As a bonus, it would be a quick and easy kill. Jisy a morsel to tide him over before the real feast began.
"What are you doing out here, little one?" the wolf continued, moving closer to Fergus now.
Batting his lashes at his food, "I got separated from my mum." Fergus lied.
"Follow me, I’ll get you to safety." Said the concerned wolf who held Fergus’s hand and thereby heightening Fergus’s hunger with the scent and spilled blood all over him.
Fergus tilted his head, his face still hidden in the illusion of innocence. Safety? He had no need for safety. He was the embodiment of danger.
What this foolish wolf was doing was leading himself out of safety. That was what selfless people like Isleen get– their own doom.
But this dumb wolf’s offer presented him with a perfect opportunity. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face. He wouldn’t waste his time on a full-fledged battle with a lesser creature. A quick kill and a brief taste would suffice for now.
There was so much good around. So many deaths!
He followed the unsuspecting wolf deeper into the courtyard, the noises of the battle fading into the background. The wolf, oblivious to the predator trailing him, continued to guide him with a mislaid sense of protectiveness.
Fool.
Finally, they reached a secluded corner shrouded in darkness. The perfect hunting ground; Fergus discreetly smirked to himself. He at first hated this Liam’s body but it made his deception game easier.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
"Now..." Said the wolf who was seemingly searching for something in the dark. "You’ll remain there..." He pointed at a small hole in the corner. "...until your mum comes to get you, okay?"
Fergus almost scoffed, already smacking his lips. "What are you looking for?" He asked.
"Something– a lid or something big enough to conceal you with when you hide in the hole." The man replied, not looking at Fergus.
Fergus clicked his tongue. "Why do you search for something else when you’ve just found your death?"
The wolf’s head snapped up at Fergus’ chilling words. The innocence was completely gone from Fergus’s face and replaced by a cold, predatory gleam in his eyes that sent a shiver down the wolf’s spine. The man’s hand, which had been reaching for a loose brick, froze in mid-air.
"W— what do you mean?" he stammered, Fergus, hearing the tremor in his voice.
Fergus uncrossed his arms and walked closer to the wolf slow and deliberate. "Don’t be dumb, hero wolf," he mocked. "You reek of fear and desperation. You were barely clinging to your wolf form moments ago, and now you want to play hero instead of saving your scared ass? You wolves are rather pathetic trying to play the good men when you’re no better than us." He snarled and elongated his fangs.
The wolf took two simultaneous gulps. "I— I don’t know what you’re talking about. W-what are you doing? Is your wolf awake at this age?"
Fergus tilted his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I give up. You wolves are just wretched. You felt me, didn’t you? Sensed the predator beneath the facade of this ’harmless child.’ Can’t you smell my power? Isn’t it crippling every bone in your body? Tell me, am I not intimidating enough?!"
The wolf’s eyes darted around, probably searching for an escape route. He knew something was off, but this was what always came to Fergus’s advantage. These fools always wanted to deny the obvious.
"Look, kid," he said, his voice regaining a semblance of calmness, "let’s just forget about this. You go back inside, and I’ll disappear into the night. We both walk away unharmed."
Fergus chuckled, shaking his head. Oh, how much he loved to infuse fear into his victims before feasting on them. Fear was like seasoning– it sweetened the blood. "Unharmed? After witnessing the carnage outside? After smelling the blood that fills the air? You think I’m some naive child, easily frightened and placated? Fool, I’m a vampire, that’s what I am." He began to laugh hard.
The wolf pounced forward, perhaps understanding the threat in front of him finally. They all always did. Regardless of the fact that he looked like a child, they all always in the end wanted to kill him first before he killed them. People would do anything to survive.
He aimed for Fergus’ throat, hoping to overpower the smaller figure before he could react.
But Fergus was faster. With a speed that defied his childlike appearance, he sidestepped the attack, his hand blurring as it shot out and grabbed the wolf’s wrist with an iron grip. The wolf yelped in pain, his eyes widening in shock as Fergus squeezed it with inhuman strength.
"You’re strong," the wolf gasped, his defense crumbling.
"Strong enough," Fergus hissed, fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Strong enough to end your pathetic existence right here, right now."
The wolf whimpered as his pleas for mercy died in his throat before they could be formed. He knew he was outmatched, facing a creature beyond his comprehension.
Fergus, however, wasn’t interested in a prolonged fight. He savored the fear, the helplessness in his prey’s eyes. It was a delicacy more satisfying than any physical struggle.
With a swift movement, at last, Fergus brought his other hand up, claws extended. Before the wolf could even flinch, Fergus plunged his claws into the wolf’s chest, the sound of ripping flesh echoing in the silent corner. An agony scream tore from the wolf’s throat as blood trooped out from his chest.
"Sweet food!" Fergus laughed out loud, his pupils dilated sinisterly.
Fergus reveled in the man’s pain. The scent of blood filled his senses, intoxicating and powerful. He held the wolf at arm’s length and his fangs bared in a monstrosity grin.
"This," he whispered, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure, "is what happens to those who mistake a predator for prey."
As the wolf’s struggles grew weaker, Fergus tightened his grip. He feasted with a ferocity that wasn’t like his youthful appearance, draining the life force from his victim with each ravenous bite. The metallic smell of blood filled his mouth, sending a surge of dark pleasure through him.
When the last whiff of life extinguished in the wolf’s eyes, Fergus released him, letting the lifeless body slump to the ground. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as a satisfied sigh escaped his lips.
Sweet food. Just marvelous!
He stood there for a moment, savoring the aftermath of the kill. The taste of blood lingered on his tongue as a reminder of his true nature– one he couldn’t wait to return to. He glanced up at the full moon and spat at it.
Stupid Moon Goddess who did nothing when her descendants suffered. Unlike the vampire lord who was leading the vampires to greatness. It was only a matter of time before they conquered all the supernatural creatures and enslaved humankind and ruled as the only supreme higher creatures that they were. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
It was their birthright and the fey nor the wolves would take that from them.
Screams from around and far called him back to reality. "This was just a taste," he murmured to himself. "Just a taste to tide me over. Time to hunt!"
He knew the real feast was just beginning. The night was far from over, and the streets were teeming with potential prey. With a predatory twinkle in his eyes, Fergus turned and slinked back into the shadows, ready to continue his rampage.
