I kept struggling as Craig descended to the hallway.
Fucking vampire strength!
Even with me struggling for dear life and now hitting him in the face and throat, I felt like I was doing nothing. How did the old punch to the throat not affect him? Don’t vampires need to breathe as well?
I hate feeling helpless. Aren't I supposed to be stronger and more powerful?
This is f****d.
Suddenly, Craig gasped as he jolted forward a tad, then back again. He looked down at me with wide horror-filled eyes as we started to drop.
His arms started to drop so I started to try to sort of spin in his arms so I would land on my feet. Before I could really do anything, even blink really, he was suddenly pulled backward. I looked up to see Ares!
It was Ares!
He had blood splattered on him.
‘Close yo
