Victor raised his sword.
“Don’t! Victor!” Crowley screamed. But that scream was meaningless.
The man waved his hand. And that alone was enough to loop off Victor’s arm and launch it flying in the air.
“Ah…” was all Victor said. Then he looked at Crowley. With a face asking what he should do now, imploring for help. And Crowley was about to rush to him.
“Stay away!” Victor stopped him.
The same moment the words left his mouth, the man latched onto Victor’s neck. Those long sharp fangs pierced deeply into the flesh, and the man started sucking something out with wet sounds. Then his throat moved to swallow with a gulp. It appeared he drank the blood.
He was a bloodsucking monster.
“Ah, ah, ah…” Victor grunted, and then his body was dropped to the ground unceremoniously. And then he died.
So easily, too.
Victor did.