And then, Ferid’s voice came, “Lesson 1 for you, my dear newborn vampire. In a fight between two vampires, something like severing fingers is pointless. They can be reattached right away.”
Picking up his own fingers, he stuck them back to their rightful place. In an instance, they mended back onto his hand.
“Something like this cannot be a fatal wound. Yours, on the other hand, is pretty much fatal. If you can stick your torso onto your lower half, they will reattach back together, except you cannot move like that, no?”
Slamming his remaining right arm into the floor, Crowley tried to drag his torso back to where his lower half was, only to be kicked by Ferid again.
“Not yet~ Listen to my generous lecture for a little longer.”
But Crowley had no composure to anymore. From his severed halves, blood was flowing out. And that made the thirst he felt even more unbearable. So much that he was on the verge of going mad.
Blood. Blood! Not enough blood