The vampiric figure licked his dagger like a puppy, some blood leaving a trace on the ground.
His face seemed pleased with the carnage of blood pooling at his shoes.
The young female servant's legs, which had unfortunately given out, were now completely useless. Her white and blue outfit was now turning wet and a reddish color.
His crimson eyes darted towards the vulnerable servant on the ground. His long and sharp canines exuded an aura of bloodlust around the mysterious figure.
His leg shot up and went down as rapidly, kicking the female servant to the opposite wall and causing enough damage to kill her on the spot.
The servant lay semi on the ground with her head set into the wall deep, leaving only her brunette hair and the red liquid dripping down her skull coming out of the white wall.
A table or two had fallen to the ground from the impact, and silverware now covered the dance floor.
The previously happy and political party now turned into a tragedy for all spectators to observe as actors.
Chaos erupted, and people threw themselves at the grand doors leading to the exit. The vampire did not move for a moment, allowing the people to drown in their own sense of panic and danger.
Anastasia, still unmoving beside one of the still upright white tables, was able to observe a grin on the man's face. She looked in awe at the ghostly pale skin of the intruder before his head turned towards her.
Her golden eyes locked with his crimsons, and it seemed like both of them were locked in a standstill, outside of the flow of time. Anastasia was able to notice the people running in front of her naked eyes, pushing her in the meantime. She could see the Countess, pointing towards people and trying to make her way through the crowd of escapers.
She could also feel her father trying to pull her away without any success, feel the despair in his effort, and hear him shouting with most of the vocal cords he could use.
But none of that was on her mind right now.
It was only her.
It was only him.
It was only them.
Time felt like it had gone to snail speed, his black hair flew in the breeze caused by the broken window, and hers also acted in the same manner.
She looked at his lips, which began to move in slow motion, expressing words she could not make out, and which did not seem to be pointed towards her.
She blinked for a second, and the man had gone absent from his spot.
Something scratched her soul from the inside, causing an unimaginable amount of pain.
Without knowing it, Anastasia had jumped a distance back from her spot, leaving Dmitri alone on the ground next to where she was.
She blinked again, and there he was, the vampire, at the position she was in just a second ago, almost like he had teleported himself there.
His dagger pierced the wind and nothing else in a full arc, expecting to cut the woman's stomach open instead.
The dagger only left the sound of wind slashing in its way.
Anastasia realized that if her instincts had not shown up at the last moment, her blood would've now been piling up on the floor additionally with the two servants.
The thought of having herself with her stomach cut open, blood and guts spilling to the floor in a mess, leaving everyone in shock, gave her a chill down her spine.
She imagined how her father would react to his daughter being cut open in front of him.
He had already experienced it once with his wife, she sincerely hoped it would not happen to him a second time, whether it was her or someone else, however much she despised nobles, nobody deserved to see a loved one dying in front of them.
The vampire with the dagger smiled once again.
"Not bad."
The man moved at a speed beyond what Anastasia could ever imagine, almost being at two places at the same time in her vision, next to her father and right in front of her.
Unconsciously, Anastasia had dodged downwards the attempted stab of the vampire, and immediately began to understand the position she found herself in.
She was now in a fight to the death against an enemy moving at speeds beyond human comprehension, while she was just a normal person with good combat skills and the ability to sense danger ahead of time.
And that was only the information she had detected; who knew what the man could be hiding?
Anastasia was now in a squatting position as she used her left hand to balance herself and lift her legs rapidly towards the man's flank.
Her leg kick hit the man successfully, making him fly away from her and leaving her to regain some of her endurance.
Anastasia was almost surprised to see she still had her head on her shoulders, and was even more surprised to see her attack landed.
Both people stood panting and eying each other, waiting for something to happen.
Until they both ran towards the other, one of them arriving much earlier than the other, but she had expected this outcome.
Which was why the lady suddenly pulled out a steak knife from her pocket and threw an overhead stab to the vampire's left shoulder.
On the other hand, the vampire managed to pull out his dagger to stab the white-haired girl's thigh, causing her to shout in pain.
The scream from the girl echoed through the entire banquet hall, putting a halt to all movements in it.
It seemed as if everyone began spectating the lady at the same time, creating a strange tension in the hall.
What came out of her thigh and stuck to her dress was of a vastly different color than expected, similar to purple and unlike blood. It dripped down her thigh and burned the wound it came out of, leaving a bloody red mark on her thigh like one would get when dropping boiling water.
FUCK!
The dagger was laced with something!
Like I could've fucking known in advance!
I have to finish this stupid fight as soon as possible, but this guy is way too quick for me.
All of his movements are even faster than the previous one!
Does he also have powers?
I know mystical creatures have a predisposition to certain supernatural powers, but not to this extent!
Her voice calmed down a tone until it became completely quiet, leaving only silence in the room.
What?
It doesn't hurt anymore?
She looked down at her thigh and lifted the blue dress covering it, still with the mark of the dagger stab.
There's nothing?
No wound!?
Her eyes shot up towards the vampiric man, fearing it was a trick of his, until she sensed his pale skin become even more ghost-like.
What… is happening?