When she made impact, she laid there. Bones broken, throat spurting blood, looking like a perfect victim. But she wasn't worried, she was always 2 steps ahead.
"Ah! Fuck! One of the president's whores fell out of the window! Shit we gotta call an ambulance." An onlooker wailed, rushing over to her side. His counterpart joined him, firmly grabbing him by the shoulder. "No we need to bury her. This can't get out! They can't know!"
"But we can't just leave her like this!"
"It's not any of our—-"
Before their argument could continue, their lives were snuffed out without warning. The bloodstains in the black alley only grew after , like a cobra, she struck with deadly accuracy. There would have been no pain. Usually she liked to make them suffer, but there wasn't much time.
Panting heavy and lungs asphyxiated, Selene stood wobbly, holding a neck in each hand. She fed from one, grimaced, and let him crumple to the ground. Type O negative, her least favorite.
The vampire gorged herself on his companion with dizzying speed, aware that her assailant was once again within striking distance.
"You will submit to me. You will be my greatest prize…" she began to proclaim, as nauseating clicks and pops and squelching emanated as she reset her injured frame. The eyes were the last to heal, the jugular and innards being prioritized. No matter. Selene was no stranger to hunting in the dark.
" You give me chills. But regardless…"she swooned, faking a curtsy. "I'm afraid you're too stupid to understand the gravity of things. I cannot allow you to take my targets. I can't allow you to live. I can't fail my mission. It's really nothing personal."
Shrieking, she charged him with lighting speed, the momentum just enough to send her opponent down onto his back. Selene knew it was a borderline stalemate due to the healing factors, and as much as she was dying to savor the moment, time would not allow.
Straddling him, she wrapped both delicate hands around his neck and squeezed with a terrifying force that exceed her delicate stature. Selene was always ferociously strong after a good feed; it's why she was the best.
"Die. Die for me." she cooed, the devil fully overtaking her. "You know you want to. It would be my honor. Hey, look at me." She ordered, increasing the force until she felt blood vessels pop and groan, the very ligaments in his neck starting to shred. If he was anything like her, this was the only way.
"You don't have to scream but look at me. I just *love* watching the light go out."
Victor landed on the ground with a crack, settling on all fours as he watched his prey have a hunt of her own. He admired her precision as she killed two men far larger than her. Sure, he couldn't allow another predator to live, but he could always appreciate a good bloodbath. He growled as she attacked the second man, pouncing forward and running on all fours, his veins pulsing and his eyes slitted as he focused only on his prey.
"It's nothing personal," He heard her say before suddenly slamming into the stone street, grunting as he felt his collar bone break from the impact of Selene slamming into him. As her delicate little fingers wrapped around his neck he struggled, surprised to see he couldn't push her off, even thrusting his hips didn't move the vampire.
Blood from her feeding fell on his cheek, drilling down as she tried to squeeze the life out of him.
"Die," He made out as he felt his vision blur. His claws ripped into his prey's ribs, tearing them out and cutting down her sides as he continued his struggle with no results.
Thats when he felt it, that primal, destructive force that made him who he was. He'd worked with Birdy to keep it under control, but she wasn't here right now. "The Glow" wouldn't be here to stop his rampage this time.
As Victor felt himself slipping into unconsciousness he stopped stabbing Selene, smiling like a mad man. "You'll regret not just ripping my head off…" He said as his vision turned red, his veins pulsing as his body buffed up a bit, his muscles rippling over his shredded body.
His growl grew louder as his claws extended ever so slightly. It'd been years since he'd been in this state of psychotic rage, and it felt good. He admired Selene for just one second as he kicked his shoes off. She was just like him, the first and possibly the only person he'd think that about.
Still, she wouldn't last long.
In an impressive feat of agility, Victor's legs raised up, his feet gripping the sides of Selene's head as he pushed off the ground with his hands, using the momentum to slam her into the ground and slashing through her arms as he jumped off of her, landing in a predatory stance.
When Victor was in this state he had no reason, no important thought except to rip, tear, and shred. As he pulled Selene's amputated arms from his neck he knew one thing. That's exactly what he would do to her. She was already becoming his new favorite toy.
"I just love watching the light go out," He mocked, climbing Selene and stabbing his claws deep into her neck. "Is that how you said it?" He asked, laughing as he squeezed down with all his strength.
Selene's lips parted in a grimace of pain as her severed arms lay lifeless on the ground, her body struggling to heal fast enough to stop the relentless assault. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the seeping blood pouring from the stumps of her arms staining the cobblestone beneath her, mixing with the gore from their brutal exchange. She could feel the weakness creeping in, her supernatural healing overwhelmed by the damage Victor had inflicted.
Her glowing eyes flickered, dimming as her strength waned. Every beat of her heart pumped more blood from her body, and with it, her chances of survival slipped away. Her once-proud stance faltered, knees buckling as she struggled to remain standing. Selene had fought countless predators, had stared down death more times than she could count—but this was different. She was at a severe disadvantage, and she knew it.
Victor's mocking laughter echoed in her ears, a sharp reminder of how easily the tables had turned. He stalked toward her, eyes blazing with unrestrained rage and madness, muscles rippling as his form continued to grow stronger, more monstrous.
"You're strong," she rasped through the haze of pain, each word taking more effort than the last. Blood dripped from her mouth, and she coughed, her body trembling under the weight of her wounds. "But you haven't won yet."
Her attempt at defiance was met with a vicious jet of blood spraying from her open neck, that sent her sprawling onto the cold stone. Her vision blurred, the world tilting as she struggled to push herself up. She felt her strength slipping further with every passing second, her once-regenerating body now fighting a losing battle.
She was bleeding out. Time was running out.
Selene's hands clawed at the ground, her limbs shaking as she tried to rise, but her body refused to cooperate. Blood soaked her clothes, her face pale as undead life drained from her. She wondered if this is how her family felt during the massacre.
Maybe it wasn't so bad. She didn't particularly enjoy being a slave to Grail. Nor did she believe in an afterlife. But dying by a worthy opponent was nothing to be sad about. Vampires have been dueling to the death for centuries. This was an honorable death.
"Joke's on you…" she wheezed, still managing the faintest of triumphant smiles. "You cannot kill what does not live. I may cease to be, but I've been nothing more than a shadow since the day I was born."
Victor wasn't amused. This wasn't enough to satisfy him, it wasn't enough to quench his need for violence. He couldn't speak this deep in the crazed state, even though looking at the dying vampire was beginning to bring him out of it.
Instead of speaking, Victor bit his wrists, nice and deep until blood dripped down. Grabbing Selene by the throat and lifting her to his wrist, he forced the blood in her mouth, resisting the urge to rip her head off.
After a few moments and biting himself four times to keep the blood flowing, he noticed some of her wounds healing.
She didn't heal as fast as him, not even close, but she'd heal. For now though he needed something to satisfy his urges. Looking toward the guests leaving the president's party, his grin returned. The unaware prey plentiful and joyful as they left the building. He left Selene in a nearby alley before cracking his neck, sniffing the air and growling loudly at the people going to their cars.
Shocked and confused gazes met his bloody one as he rushed forward, tearing his prey apart…
Hours later Victor groaned, Selene's body slung over his shoulder, his coat covering her exposed body. He'd ripped apart her dress during the fight, and he didn't mind going topless back to his safe house in Serbia.
One he reached it he tossed the vampire on the small springy mattress, walking back out and pulling out his personal phone.
"Victor? Why are you calling this late at night?" Birdy's voice sounded out from the phone as he rolled his eyes.
"It's not night in Serbia… I finished my business here, and it's almost time for Logan's yearly beatdown so I'll be heading to New York tomorrow."
"Ohh," Birdy said, sounding more awake now. "I saw that The Serbian President was assassinated, and the slaughtered guests."
"Yes, but that's not why I'm calling. I need you to look after my new pet for me while I'm away playing with Logan. I'd hate for her to run away… Be careful though, she's a biter."
Victor grinned at his joke, walking back into the hideout as he confirmed with Birdy and hung up the phone. Now all he needed to do was wait for Selene to wake up. His claws unsheathed subconsciously, excited to fight and break his new toy once again. Besides Logan, she was probably one of few who he could go all out with, and Logan was still a week away.
Victor leaned against the wall, watching Selene as she slept. Her exterior damaged was already done, now she just needed to wake up.