He lay on the ground while the glaring sunlight hit his sensitive eyes. Milas couldn't believe it. He got kicked out just like that. He may have hated that place but he wanted to leave on his own accord not being thrown out like trash. The worst part was that Deogratius was hellbent on kicking him out. Milas was about to leave the study when Deogratius grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up. Milas tried to flail his limbs but Deogratius stabbed his fingers into his back. This went on for two minutes and Milas' back was riddled with blood spewing holes. Deogratius dragged him out the window and held him dozens of meters above the ground. "Your victory has made you careless. You would have heard me approach if pride didn't cloud your mind. Remember that no matter how much you succeed, there will always be something to make you lose." Deogratius then dropped Milas. It was more of throw than a drop since he flung Milas like a spear. Milas had experience falling from great height
Milas always wondered whose twisted idea it was to put teenagers together in an under supervised institution. The icing on top was the pitting them against each other so as to establish rankings. This must have been a method developed for the sole purpose of making a society cave in on itself. A method so diabolically effective, it's used to destroy the dreams and aspirations of a growing generation.Milas looked at the faces around him and noticed a mix of emotions. The one thing he did notice was that fancily dressed teenagers had gathered into groups while the others walked around to find someone to talk to. The guard who brought him there immediately turned around and left. "There seems to be more people than I thought, this will be troublesome to deal with. Deogratius made it clear that I can't fail the entrance test but the others seem to already have alliances. I might need to form a partnership with one of the kids who are alone." Milas looked around for a while and set his s
There exists a long list of pointless things done by people and punching a rock has to be one of them. Everyone participating in the test knew this but the rocks weren't giving them much choice. The two statues may have lacked speed but the walls covered for this flaw. The few vampires brave enough to try and fight were soon on the ground and clinging on to their consciousness.Some of these brave fools had the skills to go toe to toe with the statues but Milas knew how useless their attempts were. He had noticed that the statues would heal whenever they got chipped or cracked. The worst thing was that two of the three vampires on the ground had been pulled underground. Two new statues appeared and Milas noticed that the red veins of the first faceless statue pulsed slightly with energy.Milas had no time to think about it as he avoided a stampede from the teenagers who were trying to escape the statues. He managed to move aside and maintain balance before staring at the statues. Mila
Milas finally opened his eyes and saw the stainless white ceiling above him. He felt the softness of the bed luring him back to sleep but he resisted and tried to find out where he was. The room he was in looked like a smaller version of the one he had in Deogratius' mansion. Milas flexed the muscles across his body to check the functionality of his body. Everything was normal and there was no proof of his wounds. The healing capabilities of his vampire body never ceased to amaze him.The door opened when he was wondering if he should stand up or go back to sleep. A tall woman with gravity defying breasts stood there with one of the special flasks that stored blood. She made eye contact with Milas and immediately frowned. Milas was not expecting such a reaction from someone he'd just met."You slaves always get into trouble and have to get treated. You should know that vampires don't exactly know how to treat the injured. I am hired to take care of the wounded and even I don't know ho
Milas was not expecting to meet this person here of all places. He hoped that the person had forgotten him but a punch that broke his nose dashed those hopes. Milas covered his nose to reduce the bleeding but more gushed from his mouth when he was kicked in the chest. Milas was on his knees when another kick threw him back through the double doors behind him. He skidded on the smooth floor before coming to a stop. He looked at the receptionist who only pointed at the door. Milas understood the warning and crossed his arms to block the incoming kick. The force behind it was rather weak and it took Milas a little too long to figure out that it was a feint.The real attack resulted into a shoe print on his face and Milas laying on his back. The girl then proceeded to stomp on him like she was trying to kill a bug. Milas finally caught her leg and twisted it forcing her to kneel. He then punched her exposed side making her flinch. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed her down befo
Milas was in shock of the results of the punishment. He was used to the concept of having his ass handed to him but the fact that the beating wouldn't stop till both of them gave up really pissed him off. Worst of all was that most of his wounds came from Veruca and not Claus. Milas could clearly remembered the moment it began. He had been in the middle of dodging Claus' punch when he saw that Veruca had her back to him.Milas endured the follow up fist to his ribs from Claus and charged at Veruca. Any other man would feel bad about blind siding a girl but Milas treated all enemies equally. Veruca's battle instincts warned her of the threat and she instinctively ducked. This gave Milas an unexpected opportunity as his original plan was to knee her in the gut. Her delicate face collided with the fast moving knee and produced a sickening sound.Veruca had hit the wall and everyone froze except for Milas. He vented his frustrations on Aileen by punching her while she was dazed. Milas pre
The crescent moon hung in the sky with a legion of stars around it. The magnificence and splendor of such a sight was ruined by the darkness enveloping the land. This was one of the few nights in the Darklands when the sky was cloudless. It would have been a lovers paradise especially for hot blooded teenagers if they weren't stuck in class.Milas learnt with a surprise that vampires held their classes at night. The only day class was at noon and it was a half hour long sun resistance training compulsory for everyone. He also learnt that it was the responsibility of the parents or guardians to provide a ring of shade to their kids. Everyone was wearing one but a few weren't as they had taken them off.He was scanning the faces of those in the classroom and didn't notice Asher. Milas assumed that he might be in another class since his class only had about half the population. He was staring at the faces of other students to memorize them when a thin man in a cloak walked in. The entire
Time passed in a flash and a bell rang in the hallway to indicate the end of the lesson. Some students seemed to have formed groups while others like Milas kept to themselves. Milas was about to use the bracelet to point him to the next class when he saw Aileen walking towards the door with a small green arrow floating above her left wrist.The design of her bracelet was a purple tiger with sky blue stripes. Milas had noticed that everyone had a unique design ranging from creatures to weapons, armours and even items. There were also people who still had the plain black design but no one seemed to know or care what it meant. Milas knew that he'd find out eventually and decided to follow Aileen to the next class."What the heck do you think you're doing you pervert?" Aileen said in a strained whisper like she could barely stop herself from screaming. She was staring holes into Milas who had his hand on her shoulder."I'm accompanying you to the next class. Remember that I haven't acted