"I've always wanted to taste the warm blood of a human on the brink of death." His fist struck Victor's arms, but the result the vampire expected did not happen.
Victor was thrown backward so fast that he even caught up with Elizabeth, who was running with all her might. The faceless girl did not move; she just watched everything calmly, as if what was happening was something she already knew.
Victor hit the ground like a doll, feeling his head spin and his muscles throb with pain. Victor looked at his arms; the mark of the fist was imprinted on his skin like a tattoo.
"Didn't I kill you?" The vampire's puzzling question reached Victor's ears, who was about 20 meters away from him. The vampire's eyes scanned Victor's wound with great curiosity. "You seem to be resistant."
The vampire moved again as if he were the wind, his fist heading for Victor's head. The vampire's arm now seemed to come with all its strength, intending to crush it as if it were a watermelon.
