The blood from Molina's neck flowed into Ashton's mouth as he sank his fangs into her flesh. Her struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, and her eyes filled with terror as Ashton delved deep into her memories even before she could scramble them.
With Molina's memories now imprinted in his mind, Ashton withdrew his fangs from her neck, his eyes reflecting the crimson hue of his vampire genes. Weakened and defeated, Molina slumped to the ground, her breaths shallow and ragged.
"You... how did you-"
Molina was in the middle of saying something, but Ashton wasn't in the mood to listen to her nonsense and with a swift kick, he decapitated the Archbishop right then and there.
The girls were shocked to see him react like that, but so was Ashton. He had merely wanted to knock her out but instead popped her head off her shoulders.
"I guess... I'm not entirely used to my strength yet," Ashton said with a guilty expression.
