Chapter 15: Psycho
Cyrus's face twisted with rage as he clenched his fists. Without another word, he lunged forward, throwing a punch straight at Axelius. But Axelius moved swiftly, sidestepping just enough for Cyrus's fist to cut through the air with nothing to connect to. Before Cyrus could even react, Axelius grabbed his arm and bit down—hard.
"AARRGH!!" Cyrus screamed, stumbling back as he tried to shake Axelius off, but the younger boy's grip was like iron. His teeth sank deep as if he intended to tear straight through flesh. The maids shrieked, their hands covering their mouths in horror.
"Help me! What are you waiting for?! Get him off!" Cyrus yelled, flailing his arm.
Axelius finally released his grip with a wet, snapping sound, stepping back with blood smeared on his lips. His eyes were wide, unblinking, and fixed on the maids like a predator sizing up its next meal.
He wiped his mouth casually with his sleeve and smirked. "Go on," he said, voice dropping to a whisper that somehow felt louder than a shout. "Touch me. I dare you."
The maids flinched, hesitating. His gaze darkened, eyes sharp and wild.
"I'll bite you. Right here," he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening. "I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him." He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?"
One of the maids staggered back, her face pale as if she'd seen a ghost. The other gripped her skirt tightly, shaking her head subtly. Neither dared to move an inch closer.
Cyrus, still clutching his arm with pain written all over his face, glared at his maids. "What are you doing?! He's just threatening you! He's weak!"