District J – One of the Vampire Districts
A glass bottle flew through the air, smashing into a man's face with a sickening crack. He didn't flinch, even as shards of glass embedded themselves in his skin, leaving fresh, bloodied cuts. He stood motionless, his head slightly bowed, as wine soaked through his clothes, mingling with the coppery scent of blood. His injuries began to heal almost immediately, though not uniformly; some wounds closed swiftly, while others pushed out pieces of glass slowly, leaving red streaks down his face.
He had barely opened his eyes when another bottle was hurled his way, missing him by inches.
"Rexter! You're useless as a subordinate! To think I would waste blood and time turning you into one of us, only for you to deliver such mediocre results!" Javi's roar reverberated through the room, shaking the bottles lined along the bar counter.
