Guardian of Death
745 Words
Brian
I’m suffering. I thought everything would subside with my vampire side in control, but everything is heightened even more. The voices I hear in my head are so loud, I struggle to think clearly. The only thing that can numb the pain is fighting. I fight until I can’t feel anything anymore. When I step into the ring, I'm out for blood. Show no weakness. Take no prisoners.
Chanting and screaming surround me. I can feel the energy in the audience and the tension in the ring. My opponent stands before me. Breaking his knuckles and taunting me. I show no response to his games. He looks confident to the onlookers but I can sense his fear. The announcer throws the flag down signaling the start of the match. Punch right. My opponent catches it and deflects. I see an opening and respond with a powerful uppercut. Dip and punch left. He blocks it. We go back and forth like this for awhile. Then, I see my chance. I aim for throat as he mistakenly lets his guard down.I can see the fear in his eyes. He knows his mistake. I finish him off just enough to knock him unconscious.
Ding,Ding,Ding “Winner!” the voice rang out into the crowd.
My opponent laid there bloody and unconscious. We usually fight to the death but I was feeling generous tonight.
It’s been a few months since I left that small east coast town. I don’t miss it. I welcome this new life. It’s not for everyone. You can be at the top one day and burned the next. Something in me switched in those woods that night. The night I saw what really happened to my parents. I’ve become a monster. The kind of monster that you always look over your shoulder for because you never know when I’ll strike. Able warned me about the underground vampire fight rings. You make enemies not friends. I have no enemies. You may strike first but I strike last. A dark aurora surrounds me, I can tell others feel it too. They cower away from me almost as if they were encountering death itself.
“Once again the Guardian of Death has taken the win!!”
I’m the Guardian of Death.
Most vampires would fight in the rings to make money or establish dominance. I did neither. I started in the rings out of pure rage. It’s the first time my vampire side was in full control. I had many things to be angry about and never looked back. I was handed a bag of money at the end of the night. This has become a weekly occurrence. I enjoyed the fights but I’ll never say no to money either. It’s a win win.
“Congratulations.” A dark figure approached me slowly clapping.
“It’s rare to see a vampire of your age take on the most well known ring fighters that have been at the top for years.”
I snarled.
“Easy now, I’m not a threat to you.”
“Who are you?” I asked, squinting my eyes trying to make out the shape of where the voice had come from.
“I think I should be asking you that.”
Keeping my eyes on the figure, I made my way towards the door. I’m not in the mood for chit chat. I come and fight then leave. I don’t make friends.
“Just know that vampires don’t have that much power. Hybrid or not no species can radiate that amount. No one has that kind of power. Unless…” the voice went quiet for a moment.
“I would be careful. Try and be a bit more...conservative. You don’t want enemies especially from the ring.”
“Enemies?” I scoffed.
“I have no enemies.” I said exiting the building and slamming the door.
The cold air attacked my sweaty face. My earnings from the rings have drawn a lot of attention. I’m envied by many. What they don’t know is that this has all been hell. I’m suffocating and the rings are the only place that allow me to breathe.
...her…
...her…
...her…
Fuck.
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