Chapter 179: Cower Before Him
[Warning: Even more violence and disturbing gore ahead. Read at your own peril]
Sweet, sweet despair. Fergus felt it. It was like a drug, sending him into a high that only made him more ruthless with his victims.
Fergus smirked coldly as he watched Nick shivering after hearing his words. His eyes darted around, probably looking for an escape. There was none. He was wounded and wouldn’t be able to reach the exit before Fergus did with his superior vamp speed.
Nick was a cornered mouse, and Fergus was a cunning cat, playing around with his food before landing the final blow.
Fergus squatted until he was on an eye-to-eye level with Nick. The wolf seemed defeated, whimpering despondently as Fergus inched closer.
"Aww, come on." Fergus pouted, rather disappointed. "I thought you’d have a little more fight in you. This can’t be all you’ve got. Come on...fight for your preservation."
Throughout the centuries, Fergus hadn’t been able to meet anyone, wolf or vampire who could stand against him. The fey and their magic proved a risk to him, but their inability to kill made them almost useless in combat, especially against an ancient vampire like himself.
On rare moments like this where he came across a victim who had a fighting spirit and was stronger than most, he couldn’t help wanting to gauge the limits of their strength against him. They would all fall before him eventually anyway, but it was still a fun activity.
Fergus watched as Nick struggled to get on his feet, but his legs gave in each time, causing him to fall back head-first on the floor. Each time, his lips less jaw would splatter blood all over the floor, painting the ground a crimson red. It would’ve been a disturbing scene to even some seasoned cold-blooded killers, but not to Fergus.