The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, a palpable energy crackling between Sir Joseph and the demon. Without hesitation, Joseph launched himself at the creature, his movements precise and powerful. His fist connected with the demon's face, the force of the blow sending a reverberating crack through the air.
"Get away!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls, filled with a command that brooked no defiance.
The demon staggered back, its hold on the child's lifeless body loosening as it tried to regain its balance. The child's limp form slumped to the floor, a tragic reminder of the stakes at play.
David, not one to be left behind, seized a lamp from a nearby table. With a fierce battle cry, he swung it with all his might, smashing the heavy base over the demon's head. The impact shattered the lamp, sending shards of glass flying. Sparks erupted from the exposed wiring, and the electrical current surged through the demon's body, lighting it up like a grotesque beacon.
"Take this, you monster!" David shouted, his voice brimming with righteous fury.
The room was filled with the ear-piercing sound of the demon screeching in agony, its body convulsing as the electricity coursed through it. The light in its eyes intensified, glowing with a malevolent brightness that made the shadows in the room seem even darker.
"BZZZZT!"
The harsh, grating buzz of the current echoed around them, mingling with the demon's screams. But neither Joseph nor David relented. They pressed their advantage with unyielding determination, striking at the demon with a ferocity born of desperation. Joseph's next blow was aimed at the creature's midsection, driving his fist into its gut with enough force to send it reeling. David, ever resourceful, circled around, his eyes scanning the room for another makeshift weapon.
Meanwhile, Miss López, who had been searching for Sir Joseph in the café below, was drawn to the commotion. A sense of dread curled in her stomach as she made her way up the stairs, her heart hammering with each step. She knew that Joseph had likely gone to the crime scene, and she could only imagine what awaited her there.
As she reached the fifth floor, the horrifying reality of the situation hit her like a freight train. The apartment was a slaughterhouse—a pool of blood spread across the floor, and what remained of the human victims was scattered around like grotesque decorations. The sheer brutality of the scene sent a shiver down her spine, but it was the demon's scream from the bedroom that truly terrified her.
Pushing past her fear, she called out, her voice trembling with a mix of terror and concern, "Sir, are you there in the bedroom?"
The sight that met her eyes when she entered the room was the stuff of nightmares. The demon, now fully aware of her presence, turned its glowing eyes on her. For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and Miss López felt as though those eyes were burning straight into her soul.
In that instant, Joseph knew what was coming. His instincts screamed at him to protect her. He lunged forward, his heart pounding in his chest. "Miss López, get out of here!" he shouted, his voice raw with urgency.
But he was too late. The demon moved with lightning speed, its clawed hand wrapping around Miss López's throat, pulling her against its chest. The sharp tips of its claws pressed against her skin, drawing a thin line of blood as a cruel warning.
"Stay back", the demon hissed, its voice a guttural snarl that sent a chill down Joseph's spine. The creature's eyes flicked between Joseph and David, daring them to make a move.
David froze, the steel rod he had picked up slipping from his grasp as he raised his hands in a placating gesture. "We have to stay calm, Joseph" ,he said, his voice deliberately measured. "It's very dangerous to make a reckless move."
But David's words did little to calm the storm brewing inside Joseph. The sight of Miss López, held captive and bleeding, ignited a fire deep within him—a fire he had long kept buried. Memories he had fought to suppress came rushing back, memories of loved ones harmed, of bloodshed and loss. The anger, the pain, it all surged to the surface, tearing through his restraint.
"This scene is familiar, this pain of seeing Love ones getting harmed, this blood…"
As these thoughts consumed him, something within Joseph snapped. His eyes, usually a deep, commanding blue, began to glow an ominous red, the color of bloodlust and vengeance. His body responded to the surge of power, his muscles expanding and tightening until his clothes strained against the transformation. His nails elongated into sharp, deadly claws, and his teeth grew into fangs, mirroring the terrifying visage of his father, The Great Vampire Lord William II.
The room seemed to darken as Joseph fully embraced the predator within, his every sense sharpening, honing in on the demon that dared to threaten someone under his protection. He was no longer just a man—he was a force of nature, a creature of the night filled with an unholy fury.
David, sensing the shift, stepped back instinctively. He had seen this transformation before, had witnessed the devastating power that Joseph could unleash when pushed too far. "Joseph…" he whispered, knowing that the man before him was now something else entirely.
The demon, sensing the change as well, tightened its grip on Miss López, its confidence wavering as it realized the danger it was now in. But it was too late. Joseph's patience had run out, and all that remained was the cold, calculated rage of a predator who would not let his prey escape.
"Release her" , Joseph growled, his voice low and filled with a threat that brooked no argument. The demon hesitated, its eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The room pulsed with an almost tangible energy, every second stretching into eternity. The demon's grip on Miss López tightened, its claws drawing more blood, while Joseph stood rooted, his glowing red eyes locked onto his prey. The air was thick with unspoken threats, the tension a suffocating blanket over everyone present. David glanced nervously between Joseph and the demon, his mind racing for a solution, but he knew the storm brewing within Joseph was beyond anyone's control.
The night was far from over, the battle far from won. And as Joseph took a step forward, his transformed figure casting a menacing shadow across the room, the weight of the decision before him pressed like an iron hand on his shoulders. Would he unleash the full might of the beast within and risk everything, or could he find another way to save her?
The answer hung in the air, uncertain and perilous, as the tension reached its breaking point. The night held its breath, waiting to see if salvation or destruction would claim the moment.
The room pulsed with an almost tangible energy, every second stretching into eternity. The demon's grip on Miss López tightened, its claws was about to draw the blood, while Joseph stood rooted, his glowing red eyes locked onto his prey. The air was thick with unspoken threats, the tension a suffocating blanket over everyone present. David glanced nervously between Joseph and the demon, his mind racing for a solution, but he knew the storm brewing within Joseph was beyond anyone's control.
The night was far from over, the battle far from won. And as Joseph took a step forward, his transformed figure casting a menacing shadow across the room, the weight of the decision before him pressed like an iron hand on his shoulders. Would he unleash the full might of the beast within and risk everything, or could he find another way to save her?
The answer hung in the air, uncertain and perilous, as the tension reached its breaking point. The night held its breath, waiting to see if salvation or destruction would claim the moment.
To be continued...