Milas heard a whoosh and instinctively rolled to the side. A large axe pierced the hard floor right where Milas had been. He quickly attacked the air to his left with a dagger he had hidden in his clothes before sleeping. Milas knew that he would miss so he turned his body to the side to dodge the retaliation.
A deep claw mark was left on his right side but he ignored the pain and punched his attacker. Milas' hand was caught and his body was lifted and thrown away. He had barely landed when a fist approached his face giving him a small window to dodge. The sound of the fist hitting the ground was stunning to his sensitive ears but he had no time to recover.
Milas attacked with the dagger but his hand was caught and snapped at the wrist. The dagger fell to the ground and Milas was on the receiving end of multiple punches. His hand was held in a vice like grip and he could only use his other hand to block. Milas attempted a headbutt but an uppercut lifted him off the ground.
He decided to risk everything just to land a hit on his opponent. Milas twisted his body and dislocated all the joints in his right hand which gave him a small opening. His opponent was shocked by his self injuring move which allowed Milas' punch to connect. It felt like he had punched a wall.
A knee hit his face and his neck was roughly grabbed before the bones of his face were rearranged by the floor. A kick broke his ribs and pushed him away. Milas was hurt badly but he had a smile on his face. It had been two weeks and he finally managed to land a hit on Deogratius.
"You have improved greatly. You can now hit a low tier vampire knight albeit barely. Don't worry, you will improve with time. Let's go to your resistance training." Deogratius said and started to walk away. Milas was laying there waiting for his wounds to heal. The most obvious improvement was his improved healing which could now regrow limbs with a sip of blood.
Milas stood up and followed behind his master while resetting his dislocated joints. He may hate the vampire in front of him but he couldn't deny that his crazy methods were extremely effective. Milas could now stay in the sun for ten minutes before the effects started.
They walked to a wooden door that opened to reveal a spiraling staircase leading to almost tangible darkness. The whole staircase had no lights but it was bright as day for the two vampires. The stairs ended at a room with nothing but deep groves and wide spiderweb cracks on the walls and ceiling. This was where Milas learned how to control his bloodlust.
The training was simple for Deogratius but painful for Milas. Vampires usually have an irresistible urge to consume blood when they are starved or gravely wounded. Sadly for Milas, vampires have few things that count as grave injuries. Broken bones wouldn't have the effect required to trigger the bloodlust.
The safest way was to drain his body of blood which was troublesome since a vampire's body had many methods to counter haemorrhage. The end result was to use toxins that induce haemorrhage but the quantity had to be measured to stop him from gaining immunity.
This caused Milas to endure three days of testing how different toxins would affect him. He may have developed resistance to many poisons in the process but the end result was discovering that his body would require a mixture of toxins for the effects to last.
Milas was injected with the yellow coloured fluid and blood flowed from his orfices. Blood aura covered Deogratius' hands and formed beast like claws. His hands blurred as cuts covered Milas' body turning his dark clothes into blood red rags that barely stuck to his body.
Milas was losing blood quickly and his rationality went with it. The familiar thirst was clouding his judgement and it instantly worsened when Deogratius opened a flask of blood. Milas' eyes glowed a bright red and his canines turned into fangs.
He lunged at Deogratius who slapped his body into the wall increasing the number of spiderweb cracks. Milas was doing his best to hold his urge back but he kept failing and Deogratius kept beating him up. An hour passed and Milas was laying on the ground as his body was exhausted and his bones were broken.
His rampage had ended with the same result as it always did. He may have improved as there were times when he gained control but it disappeared when he got a whiff of fresh blood. Milas got injected with an antidote for the toxins and the pain began. The toxin had a numbing effect that wore off with the injection of the antidote.
The wounds that were piled up during the training made there presence felt. Milas' mind was still hazy and Deogratius approaching him with blood was the last straw. His mind went blank as his primal instincts went into overdrive.
Two more fangs grew on his upper jaw and the previous ones elongated. His glowing red eyes looked like blood diamonds and the white of his eyes turned into an obsidian background. Milas' hair lengthened to reach his waist while his ears lengthened to resemble those of a bat.
His nails grew into deadly claws and bright red veins started to appear from his fingertips to his wrists. Milas' body grew taller and his muscles leaner making them pop up on his taut and pale skin. He roared at Deogratius who was standing over him before leaping to the ceiling and sticking there with his claws.
Milas moved agilely across the ceiling before pouncing at Deogratius who kicked him away. Deogratius was about to punch Milas once he hit the wall but Milas stuck to the wall for a moment before jumping away. This surprised Deogratius who had used this move to subdue Milas whenever he got like that.
"This kid can even learn from the mistakes he makes in his bloodraged state. It should be impossible since he is unconscious and acting purely on instinct. And those claws of his are troublesome as they seem to disrupt my healing. Enough admiring, I have things to do and the brat has a lot to learn." Deogratius thought while dodging Milas' crazed attacks.
He grabbed Milas' face and slammed his head on the ground. He then crushed all his limbs to prevent any resistance before pouring blood into Milas' mouth. His bloodraged state disappeared and his wounds healed rapidly. Deogratius grabbed the right leg of the unconscious teenager and dragged him up the stairs.
He called for the female servant to take Milas to the training hall and set the ceiling to rain. This will clean Milas' body and the servant was told to pick a pair of clothes for him. After giving the instructions, Deogratius left the servant with the responsibility of taking care of Milas.
The servant had done this for a few days but Deogratius would give the exact same instructions every single time. She did as instructed but she would also take a peak at Milas' naked body when pretending to change his clothes. She would often touch his chest and abs but was to shy to do anything past that point.
She had completely fallen for him despite being slightly older than Milas. She kissed him forehead gently and caressed his lips. Milas let out a heavy breath and she ran out of the hall with a blush that reached her ears. Milas looked at the door after she left and shook his head while smiling. He would often regain consciousness when the training hall ceiling simulated rain.
"I am laying here helplessly and she won't take advantage of me. Tch." Milas said to himself before closing his eyes to rest.