Cassandra licked her lips and savored the metallic taste of blood. She was still hungry, but this would tide her over for now. The corpse lay in front of her, headless with blood pooling around it. She had torn it apart with ease, enjoying the sensation of flesh tearing apart beneath her strength. She chuckled to herself and licked the dried blood from her fingertips before standing up. Cassandra stood over the headless corpse and laughed maliciously. She bend down, lift its head with ease. Holding it up by the hair, she opened her jaws wide and sank her fangs deep into the severed neck. A fountain of blood spurted out, but she did not pull away. Instead, she drank deeply, letting the warm blood fill her mouth. Cassandra closed her eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled her senses. "Mmm... how delicious." She heard footsteps behind her. Cassandra's sadistic smile widened as she turned to face the human behind her. Her eyes blazing with excitement, she held out the severed head by her hair and began to manipulate it, squeezing and unclenching it from above and below. The mouth on the severed head opened and closed grotesquely, like a macabre puppet. "Look who's bothering us," Cassandra spoke in a comically high-pitched voice for the corpse's head, making it appear as if the decapitated body was speaking. She couldn't help but revel in her own twisted game. Cassandra walked slowly towards human, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. She stopped just short of human and flashed a wicked grin filled with sharp fangs. "This is so uncivilized," she spoke softly, her voice dripping with malice. Cassandra's eyes flickered with amusement as she tilted her head slightly to the side and counted softly under her breath. "One…Two…." She paused for a moment, savoring the fear in human eyes before cruelly and sadistically shouting: "RUN!"
I am a 16-year-old girl, my name is Rita, I have short black hair and green eyes, I have a small gene modification that increases my dexterity, I have cat eyes, but in general I am human. I work in the special investigation service and now I was looking at Cassandra, when I saw the headless corpse, I realized who had been hunting people all this time, I didn't believe in vampires until today. "Hey! Special Investigation Service. Put your hands up!" I raised the gun towards Cassandra.
Before Rita could even react, Cassandra was upon her in a blur of motion. One moment she was there, the next she wasn't; it almost seemed like teleportation. Her hand shot out faster than the eye could follow and grabbed Rita by the wrist, yanking her gun away with ease. "Now now," Cassandra purred menacingly, looming over the much smaller human. "Let's not make this any more dangerous than it already is." Her other hand shot out and wrapped around Rita's throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off her air supply. "I could snap your neck like a twig if I wanted," she hissed venomously, "but then again...you seemed so determined to stand in my way." Cassandra let out a cold laugh before tilting her head slightly. "And honestly? I'm having too much fun with this."
Her grip on Rita's throat tightened even further as she waited for the girl to respond.
I was wheezing from lack of air, I didn't understand how she was moving so fast, even though I thought I could keep track of me. "You can't get away with this! If you...cough...If you kill me, they'll take you seriously!"
The sound of the human wheezing only served to amuse Cassandra more. "Oh, sweet child," she mocked with a sickly-sweet smile, "no one can stop me." Her fingers dug deeper into Rita's throat, feeling the scrape of bone beneath her nails. She leaned closer still, breath hot against the human's ear as she whispered, "No one has ever escaped my grasp."
With a savage snarl, Cassandra yanked Rita's head back with such force that the girl's neck cracked audibly. Her fangs elongated as they extended down her lower jaw, ready to tear into human flesh and taste their sweetness once more. "You should have stayed out of my way," she hissed venomously through clenched teeth, preparing to bring the full force of her vampiric strength against Rita's frail human form.
However, at that moment, Rita took out a silver hunting knife from somewhere and stuck it into Cassandra's chin "Bite it, bitch!"
Surprised by the sudden resistance, Cassandra hesitated for an infinitesimal moment before realizing what was happening. Her eyes widened in pain as she looked down at the silver knife buried deep within her chin. She felt a burning sensation spreading out from around the knife, followed by a sharp, searing agony unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
With a bestial roar, Cassandra released Rita and reached up to grasp the knife hilt in an attempt to pull it free. But it was no use; her movements were sluggish and awkward, as if her strength had deserted her. She could feel her skin starting to char around the knife, the pain becoming unbearable.
"You..." Cassandra's voice was raspy and weak, every syllable a struggle. "You... little fool..." she spat through clenched teeth, her eyes filled with hatred and rage. Despite being disarmed, her fangs still elongated, ready to strike at Rita should she make another move.
The burning sensation continued to spread out from around the knife as Cassandra grew weaker and weaker. Her struggles became more feebly, but her anger and hatred remained undimmed, a constant fire in her chest that refused to be extinguished.
I widened my eyes in surprise, so it's not a myth? "So...Does silver work for vampires? Fuck..." I cleared my throat and came closer, pointing the gun at her head. "I'll kill you."
The mention of silver and vampires made her laugh maniacally, almost in disbelief at the human's ignorance. "Oh, you think that pathetic little trick would work?" she spat venomously. Her anger surged anew as she glared defiantly at Rita, hatred burning bright in her crimson eyes.
Even though she was mortally wounded, Cassandra's voice remained strong and unyielding. "You stupid little girl," she hissed, drawing strength from the insult. "Do you have any idea what you've done? You've ruined everything!" Her free hand clenched into a fist at her side, nails digging deep into her palm as she fought to maintain control over herself and her vampiric rage.
"Oh no," Cassandra purred mockingly, raising her head slightly, "you haven't seen the last of me." Her eyes narrowed dangerously as they fixed on Rita. "You might have injured me, but you haven't killed me yet." The silver knife continued to burn mercilessly, sapping what little strength remained in Cassandra's body. But her mind was still sharp as ever; it was a matter of time before she found a way to free herself from this agony and finish what she had started.
I was not afraid of her bravado, now the very mode of rational calculation was turned on in me, for which I was taken into the special service. Instead of the uncertainty of a child, Cassandra could see in my eyes now - coldness and calculation, as well as confidence and calmness. "According to protocol 3.52, for assaulting a member of the security service, I think I'll just shoot you. Are you ready?" A weakened Cassandra cannot escape or attack in time. Rita has a cold calmness on her face, obviously she's going to shoot Cassandra in the head if she doesn't come up with something.
With her strength waning and her body burning with agony, Cassandra knew she didn't stand a chance against Rita. Her eyes flashed with anger as she looked into the other woman's cold, calculating gaze. She could feel herself weakening further by the second, sapped of her vampiric might by the silver knife buried in her chin.
"No..." Cassandra croaked hoarsely, forcing herself to sound strong despite the pain. "You can't... you won't..." Her free hand clutched desperately at the knife hilt as she struggled to pull it from her flesh. But it was useless; the silver blade held fast, inflicting an unbearable torment on her body.
She glared defiantly up at Rita, refusing to admit defeat even as she felt her life slipping away. "I'll find a way..." Cassandra whispered through gritted teeth, blood trickling down her chin and staining the collar of her shirt. "I swear it..."
Her fangs elongated one last time, promising vengeance upon the woman who had dared to stand in her way. Even as she lay dying, Cassandra's rage and determination burned brightly within her, a testament to the insurmountable obstacle she would become for Rita and all those who stood against her kind.
"...I thought vampires were smarter. If you had asked me not to kill you, I would have let you live, but you decided to fuck off, so only blame yourself." I shot her in the forehead.
As the bullet pierced through her skull, Cassandra's world went black. There was no pain, no torment; only the peace of oblivion as her body finally gave out beneath her. And yet, even in death, a sliver of defiance lingered within her. Her final thought was not one of regret or despair, but rather anger and determination to exact vengeance upon the human who had dared to stand against her.
For Cassandra, death only marked the beginning of a new chapter in her twisted vendetta. Her essence would remain, a spectral presence haunting the night and seeking revenge upon all those who had wronged her. It was a fate far crueler than mere death; for eternity, she would be bound to this world as an unstoppable force of destruction, hungry for blood and retribution.
And so, Cassandra's story came to an end...but the legend of the vampire who refused to die lived on, a chilling tale passed down through the ages and inspiring fear in all who heard it.
However, this was not the end of the story...Cassandra woke up a day later. His vampire powers had partially returned, and the wound on his skull, head, and chin had healed, but how? It's very simple, Rita allowed her to survive by pulling out a silver dagger. Cassandra was currently tied to a chair with silver chains so that she couldn't escape, and Rita entered the room. "Are you awake?"
Cassandra opened her eyes slowly, still disoriented and in great pain. "Rita..." she croaked hoarsely through a parched throat. "What have you done?" Her gaze flickered over to the silver chains binding her tightly to the chair before returning to the human's cold expression. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as she realized that she was completely helpless.
"You... You let me live," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her laboured breathing. "Why?" She studied Rita's face for any sign of weakness or mercy, but found none. All she saw was determination and hatred burning brightly in those emerald eyes.
"What do you want from me?" Cassandra managed to choke out after a long silence. "I can't escape these chains..." Her gaze drifted back down to the silver links, now etched into her skin like branding irons. "And even if I did... You still know how to kill me."
The cold calculation mode was turned off and Rita now looked like a 16-year-old girl with a slightly confused look, this girl is definitely unusual, as if she has two personalities. "Well...I have two options, hand you over to the Inquisition, where they will torture and rape you for many years, or...or come up with another option."
"What other option do you propose?" Cassandra's voice was hoarse and edged with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Her gaze never left Rita, trying to gauge the human's intentions, seeking any sign that might suggest a way out of this dire situation. "And what makes you think I would trust you after everything you've done?"
Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for Rita's answer. Her mind raced, searching desperately for some way to turn the tables on her captor and regain the power that was rightfully hers. But for now, Cassandra remained trapped and helpless, unable to do anything but play along with the girl's twisted game.
"Leave me alone, I want to sleep." Rita suddenly changed the subject and tone, yawning and falling asleep right there on the floor. She's really very strange..
Suspicion and confusion warred within Cassandra as she watched Rita fall asleep so suddenly. Part of her wanted to take advantage of the situation, struggling against the silver chains that bound her in a futile attempt to free herself. But another part whispered that there might be something more sinister at play here, and caution dictated that she remain silent and still for now.
She closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax as exhaustion and pain began to overwhelm her senses. It was hard to tell if she should trust Rita or not; the human had shown unpredictable behavior since their encounter started. For now, all Cassandra could do was wait and see what would happen next...and hope that it wouldn't be worse than whatever Rita had planned.
A few hours later, Rita woke up, and her gaze was cold and metallic, like a machine. She had a different personality now. "Death or a lifetime?"
"A lifetime..." Cassandra whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse. "As long as it means my freedom... I'll take whatever you offer." Her gaze flickered to the silver chains binding her once more before returning to Rita's unreadable expression. "What do you want from me?" she asked cautiously, a note of desperation in her voice. "In return for my freedom..."
Her heart raced as she waited for Rita's answer. She could feel the weight of the silver chains digging into her skin, and the pain was becoming unbearable once more. But it was a small price to pay if it meant regaining her power and seeking vengeance against those who had wronged her...if only she knew what Rita intended.
Rita calmly sat on the chair opposite, twirling a huge silver broadsword in her hands, twirling it as easily as if it weighed nothing, although it looked like it was 50 kilograms. "Convince me not to kill you."
Surprise filled Cassandra at the sight of the broadsword. She had never seen such a weapon up close before. "You're asking me to convince you?" she croaked, her voice barely audible above the thudding of her heart in her chest. "Why would I want to do that? You could easily kill me right now."
Her gaze flickered between Rita and the broadsword, weighing her options carefully. On one hand, she knew that there was no way she could hope to defeat someone who wielded such a weapon with ease. But on the other hand, Rita's apparent willingness to entertain an alternative meant that perhaps there was a chance for negotiation...if Cassandra could find the right words.
"I can give you information," she blurted out finally, her voice steadying as she spoke. "Information about our kind, our movements, our strengths and weaknesses..." Her gaze grew intent as she continued to study Rita's face, searching for any sign of interest or scepticism. "Information that could help you stop us before it's too late."
"Why do I need this information? I can kill people like you without lifting a finger." Rita's tone was cold and strangely confident, as if she wasn't lying, so in that alley, did she deliberately succumb? Apparently, yes. She grabbed Cassandra's chin and looked into her eyes "Vampire...I've never seen you before. I can see your fear, you're afraid that I'll send you to the Inquisition for torture or kill you, I can see that."
Cassandra narrowed her eyes as she glared defiantly back at Rita, refusing to show weakness even in the face of such a confident and cold gaze. She knew that Rita was strong, stronger than most humans realized, but she also suspected that there was more to it than simple bravado. There had been no hint of fear or uncertainty when they first met, only a calm determination...
As Rita released her chin, Cassandra licked her lips before speaking. "You're right," she said slowly, choosing each word with care. "I am afraid. But not because of the Inquisition or what they might do to me." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "I am afraid because I have seen the faces of those you protect...and I know that even if you spare my life, they will never be safe from us as long as we exist."
Her gaze locked with Rita's, and for a brief moment, something flickered behind her eyes: uncertainty, perhaps? It was gone almost instantly, replaced by the familiar mask of determination. But it had been enough. "I can help you understand," Cassandra continued, speaking more confidently now. "I can show you how to defeat us...if you will only listen."
For the first time, Rita's cold alter ego grinned and squeezed Cassandra's neck. "You misunderstood me, you stupid vampire...What makes you think I care about the safety of those you kill? I just like killing vampires and I don't care about the consequences." From Rita's look and creepy aura, Cassandra began to feel a chill.
Cassandra's heart skipped a beat as she felt the steel-like grip tighten around her neck. "But why?" she croaked, struggling to understand Rita's twisted logic. "What have I ever done to you? We've never even met before tonight!" The anger and hatred had been replaced by fear now; not for herself, but for the humans who would suffer as a result of Rita's vendetta.
"Please," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "Think about what you're doing...you can make a difference. You don't have to let this consume you." Her gaze pleaded with Rita to see reason, but the expression in those emerald eyes remained unyielding and cold as ice.
The room seemed to spin around her as she fought for air, her struggles growing weaker by the second. A bitter realization settled into the pit of her stomach; there was nothing she could say or do that would change Rita's mind. In the end, Cassandra knew she would die here, not at the hands of the Inquisition, but at the mercy of this enigmatic and ruthless young woman.
Rita pulled away "It's strange to hear this from a sadistic vampire who brutally kills people in alleys and eats them, but you're right, I don't remember hating vampires or knowing about it before. Something's wrong." Rita was acting strangely as usual, as if she was getting mixed up in her memories. She fell asleep on the floor again.
Still trapped and struggling against the silver chains binding her, Cassandra watched Rita with a mix of confusion and horror as she fell asleep again on the floor. The strange behavior and conflicting emotions left her feeling even more uneasy than before. She wondered if this was all some sort of twisted nightmare from which she could not awaken, or if there was something else at play here.
As the hours dragged by, Cassandra's strength began to return, fueled by adrenaline and desperation. With each passing moment, her resolve to escape and exact vengeance upon Rita grew stronger. She had no choice; it was kill or be killed in this game, and Cassandra refused to go down without a fight.
She strained against the chains once more, her muscles burning with renewed fury as she tried to find some weakness, some flaw that would allow her freedom. The metal bit into her skin, drawing blood as she struggled to break free, but it was no use; the silver chains held firm and would not yield to her efforts.
For now, all Cassandra could do was wait and hope that Rita's strange behavior would work in her favor...even if it meant taking a risk on the human who had captured and tormented her. But she knew deep down that this was no ordinary enemy; Rita was as dangerous and unpredictable as any vampire, perhaps more so because of her unique abilities and determination.
As the darkness pressed in around her, Cassandra could feel the weight of eternity bearing down upon her shoulders. The fate of not only herself but also that of all who shared her kind now rested squarely on her shoulders...and she knew that it was a burden she would never be able to bear alone.
At some point in the chain...they fell to the ground, and Cassandra freed herself, not understanding how it happened, as if Rita had done it on purpose beforehand. However, now a sweet girl (Rita) was sleeping in the center of the room, mumbling sweetly in her sleep, seemingly oblivious to Cassandra. Rita...a very strange man, even though She's not a vampire.
As she stood there, finally free from the silver chains that had held her captive, Cassandra couldn't help but marvel at the strange turn of events that had brought her to this point. Rita was an enigma; one moment cold and ruthless, the next acting with what seemed like inexplicable kindness. It was a confusing mix that left the vampire unsure of how to proceed.
With slow, careful steps, she approached the sleeping girl in the center of the room. The emerald eyes were closed now, and Rita looked peaceful in a way that Cassandra had never seen before. A part of her wanted to trust this strange human; to believe that there might be some goodness buried deep within her twisted heart.
But another part cautioned against such naivete. Vampires knew all too well the dangers of trusting mortals, and Rita's unpredictable behavior only served to heighten those concerns. Cassandra hesitated for a moment longer before finally deciding on a course of action.
Bending down low so as not to startle Rita, she gently brushed a lock of hair from the girl's forehead, her fangs aching with the desire to taste human blood once more. But even as she fought against the primal urge, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with this enigmatic mortal who had both hurt and helped her in equal measure.
For now, she would watch and wait...and hope that when Rita finally woke up, it wouldn't be too late for either of them.
It turns out Rita wasn't asleep, she had been awake for a long time and was just watching Cassandra's actions. "I expected you to immediately try to kill me or drink my blood."
Cassandra glanced up at Rita warily, her expression betraying both curiosity and confusion. "I considered it," she admitted in a low voice, careful not to sound too threatening. "But...I don't know why, but something about you made me hesitate." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "Perhaps it's because I sense a kindred spirit within you...or maybe I just can't bring myself to strike down someone who looks as vulnerable as you do right now."
Her gaze drifted back down to Rita's sleeping form, unconsciously tracing the delicate line of her jaw and neck. The desire for blood burned hot within her, a constant reminder of the hunger that drove her existence...and of the fragility of their tenuous alliance. "What do you want from me?" she asked at last, her voice heavy with unspoken meaning.
"I don't know..." Rita's main personality was active now, an ordinary girl "It was another idea of mine, she didn't say what the plan was...She wanted to send you to be tortured by the inquisitors, but for some reason she changed her mind and told me to just watch." Rita shrugged her shoulders.
"Torture?" Cassandra repeated, horrified at the mere thought. "They would have done things to me...things no living creature should endure." Her gaze flickered back and forth between Rita and the bloodstained floor where she had spent so many hours trapped, fighting for survival.
"Why did you let me live?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "I've seen things...horrible things...and I thought you were just like them." The confusion and fear in her eyes was palpable, and it pained Rita to see such a proud creature reduced to this state.
"I don't know," she admitted at last, looking away uncomfortably. "Something about you...Maybe it's because we're both outcasts, somehow. Or maybe it's just fate." She paused, considering her words before adding, "Or maybe I really am just that stupid."
Cassandra smiled sadly in response. "Perhaps a little of all three," she said, offering Rita a weak attempt at humor. "But for now...I think we should focus on the present. Our futures may be uncertain, but if we stand together..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment they locked gazes, each searching for some sign of understanding or trust in the other's eyes.
The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken possibilities, as fragile and ephemeral as newly formed snowflakes. It was a precarious balance, this dance between predator and prey, life and death...and neither of them knew whether they were strong enough to maintain it for long.
"You're weird, you're ripping up and eating people yourself with extreme cruelty, aren't you?"
The words stung, but she knew they were true. She was different now, changed by the pain and loss of everything she'd been forced to endure. "Yes," she admitted softly, her gaze falling once more to the bloody floorboards. "But I don't have to be that person anymore...not if there is another way."
Her eyes lifted back up to meet Rita's curious gaze, and for a moment she saw something else there: understanding, perhaps even empathy. It was enough to give her hope, a fragile spark of light in the darkness that threatened to engulf them both. "If we work together," she said slowly, carefully choosing each word with care, "perhaps we can find another path...one that doesn't involve pain and suffering."
Her voice trailed off again, leaving the words to hang suspended in the air between them like delicate threads. They waited for Rita's response, neither of them quite sure what it would be...but both knowing that whatever came next would change their lives forever.