As Reggie's fury mounted, one of the vampires, emboldened by a sense of spiteful defiance, decided to make a move. With a snarl, he lunged forward, his movements fueled by a reckless determination to challenge Reggie's dominance.
With a swift motion, he reached for a nearby weapon, a bottle right on one of the tables in the bar. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he launched himself towards Reggie, the malice in his eyes promising nothing but violence and chaos.
Reggie's eyes narrowed as he watched the vampire's approach, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He could sense the hatred emanating from his attacker, a toxic energy that threatened to consume everything in its path.
