I stared at him in confusion.
He pulled me closer to his cheeks, and he urged me in a low, menacing tone, "Lick it off."
This time, I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I'm not licking the bastard's mask, and I shook my head as much as I could.
His hands were around my neck, squeezing me painfully, and my vision darkened with spots.
I saw my best friend looking at the masked man with a flash of fury, and he ran in my direction. I froze with horror, and I turned to the masked man, hoping he didn't see my distraction.
But he saw where I was looking and turned in that direction. He tilted his head when he saw Jake running in his direction with another sword he must have taken off the dead bodies.
Jake raised the sword high in the air, intending to hit the critical area.
But the vampire used his other freed hand to slice across Jake's head.
Jake's head flew across the air, and blood flew in all directions. It covered my face, and I felt my heart drop with a sense of horror.
Before I knew it, my mouth screamed with raw pain that ripped through me. It was pure agony that gripped my heart in that moment.
Agony caused my vision to darken on the spot, and I watched Jake's body drop to the ground. His head is missing.
I turned to the golden-masked men with tears burning my eyes. I hated him in that moment.
Pure raw loathing consumed me in that moment like poison; I didn't care if I died in that moment.
My hands stretched, grabbing his shoulders, and I bit his wrist as hard as I could. Blood swiftly enters my mouth, and the man throws me across the ground like a broken doll, and my back aches with pain.
But it doesn't stop the hate and anger in my chest, and I struggled to my feet, and I looked at the masked man with fury in my eyes.
My eyes, wild like wolves, turned to steal a fallen dagger from the bloody floor, and I ran in his direction again.
The masked man looked at me with faint interest, and he sighed like he was getting bored of this.
As soon as I reached his chest, I raised the dagger in the air, and he expected the same action as before.
He went to grab my neck, but I swiftly ducked to the side, and I cut off his pinky finger. Blood squirts in the air.
Dark pleasure ran through me, and I laughed. Raw laughter burst out of me like a madman, and everyone around me looked shocked.
Horror painted their face, but I didn't care. I watched the masked man with a feral smile on my face.
Seeing his eyes flushing with pain and rage, he didn't cry like most men would do losing their finger. He looked at me with a fierce gaze, and it sent a cold shudder through my soul.
But it didn't matter. I lost my best friend, my only family left in the world. If I'm fated to die tonight, so be it.
However, I'm not going to die tonight without revenge. When I saw the pinky finger lying on the ground, a sick idea occurred to me.
I walked over to the finger pinky, and I stomped on it. It turned mushy—blood and skin under my boots, and the eyes in the mask man turned icy cold like a blade.
He ran toward him like lightning, and without warning, I was hit in my chest hard, and agony flared through me, throughout every inch of my body.
I was thrown to the ground on my back, and my head turned dizzy. And I couldn't see straight anymore. All I could see were floating walls and people multiplying by the second.
I looked up at the masked man who walked to me with a blood sword in his hand. Glinting like a menacing object with the intent to kill.
I looked up, and I knew I was going to die a painful death. Although my actions were reckless, I don't regret them.
I tried to back away from the back, my instinct overtaking me in that moment, and the cold red eyes from the golden mask made me tremble.
Fear, like anything I hadn't experienced, flooded through my veins, and I took the bloody sword near me. With my trembling hands, I pointed at my chest, and I inhaled deeply with the intent to die quickly and painlessly.
I thrust the dagger in myself, but before it could hit the heart, the masked men spoke in a low, menacing voice. "Do it, and I promise I'll kill everyone here."
His words brought a cold chill through me, and my hands stopped moving. Everyone who was captured on the ground was weeping in fear, and I looked around and saw vampires holding swords near their necks.
I knew with no doubt that masked vampire wasn't going to let me off the hook, and children looked toward me with pleas in their eyes.
I couldn't do it. I knew it was foolish, and the masked man saw it as an advantage—a weakness he could exploit.
He said in a low voice, "Not only that, before they die, I'll make sure to rip out their tongue and feed it to the dogs. I'll start with their fingers."
My chest squeezed tightly, and the masked man walked swifter to me. He knocked the sword out of my hands across the ground, and he said with declaration. "I'll not let you die. You don't deserve that peace, feral one."
His hands reached out to me, and I tried to scoot back, but it was useless.
His hand wrapped around my neck again, and I was lifted into the air like a doll, and his red eyes glowed like ruby gemstones.
Later, I passed out cold due to the lack of oxygen in my brain.