THE VAMPIRE DOCTOR.

Chapter 2

“Octavia?” Sylvia called out when she felt Octavia's breath on her neck.

Octavia suddenly withdrew her fangs before Sylvia could sense any danger. With Sylvia still in her arms, she rushed to the safety jet, conveying the wounded soldiers to safety.

The moment the medical volunteers and soldiers set their eyes on her, they were stunned like the had seen a rare miracle. She only gave them a wry smile, placing Sylvia to her feet, she staggered to the medical center, still under the ambush of the enemy soldiers,

“Octa—

“You go, I'll be with you shortly. Just leave a car behind,”

“No miss, you've to come with us. This—

“No!” She screamed at the soldier who tried convincing her to come with them, her vision was beginning to fail her, as her thirst for blood intensified, “leave a car behind,” then she staggered to the medical center.

The moment she got to the dilapidated bathroom, she tore off her clothes immediately, searching every pockets for her suppressant. The moment the capsule met her tongue. She regained her state of mind. Heaving a sigh of relief, she pressed her bare back against each other.

The six bullet wounds in her back tore open further, revealing the bullets buried beneath her skin.

Suddenly, they started falling off, one after the other, as the wounds healed on its own. Instantly.

She heard footsteps running towards the bathroom, and guessed they were the enemy soldiers. .

Her guess was right after all.

“I think no one's here,” a grave, deadly voice said. She quickly got an abandoned cloth from the hanger to cover her naked body. In the process, the hanger fell with a soft crack on the tiled bathroom floor,

Fuck!

She cussed under deep breaths.

“Someone's here!”

Before she could say jack, she was surrounded by eight, angry looking soldiers who stared at her halfly dressed body, lustfully.

“Hello, pretty,” the man who seemed like their captain cooed, rubbing his hands on temples.

“Please, let me go. They're waiting for me, ple—

“C’mon girl, we haven't being with a woman for days now, huh?” The Captain cut her off sharply. Then he continued, “let's go, just a round or two..each of us. And maybe,..just maybe, we'd let you go then,”

“Let me go…” then she paused. Her voice suddenly turning dangerous, “let me go, so you're all going to leave in one piece,”

Amused, they bursted into a round of hysterical laughter. Like she was a woman, turning crazy.

“And what if we don't, pretty?”One of the men asked.

“You all get to die a pretty death,” she mused nonchalantly. Cracking up her fists.

That alone was enough to make them go crazy, “damn her p***y, fellas! Open fire on this crazy b***h!” The Captain commanded.

Then they opened fire on her, burying uncountable amounts of bullets into her chest, head, stomach and abdomen. The bullets flew with a force, making her lose her balance as she fell to the ground.

“Why exactly was she being so boastful? Check if she's gone,” the Captain ordered. But before anyone could come close to her, her transformation left them in disbelief, and unbelievable in a way they wouldn't live to tell.

Octavia’s vision blurred for a heartbeat, then cleared with unnatural sharpness. Her fingers curled into the blood-soaked earth. Her pupils slit. Her veins darkened beneath pale skin. And her scream turned into a feral growl.

The way her flesh stitched itself back together around the bullet wound the moment they fell off, kept the already stunned soldiers in awe. Her nails extended into claws. Fangs tore through her gums. Her body arched as her strength surged to the surface, the air around her pulsing with raw, supernatural force.

She rose slowly, unnervingly calm, eyes glowing like a green lightning.

One of the soldiers panicked and fired. The bullet never reached her. She vanished in a blur.

The first kill was swift. Octavia reappeared behind the shooter, her claws slicing across his neck in a single, fluid motion. Blood sprayed on her face as his body collapsed.

The others shouted, scrambling for cover. But it was too late.

Two soldiers flanked her. One aimed for her legs, the other tried to pin her with a burst of rapid fire. Octavia leapt into the air, flipping over them. She landed on the back of one, driving her claws through his spine, then used his body to launch herself toward the second. He barely had time to scream before she plunged her hand into his chest, ripping out his heart. Then she threw it aside.

The fourth soldier swung a combat knife at her when she closed in. Octavia caught his wrist mid-air, twisted it until it snapped, and drove his own blade into his throat. She didn’t even blink.

Bullets rained from behind. She spun around, her body moving like smoke, weaving between the shots. One grazed her cheek, leaving a deep cut, which healed up immediately.

But she didn’t flinch. She ran up the side of an almost fallen pillar, pulling it out completely, she used it to flip onto the next enemy, landing with her knees on his chest.

The sixth and seventh came together. They thought teamwork would save them. It didn’t. One tried to distract her while the other set a trap with a stun grenade. Octavia allowed the first to engage, dodging his knife with a grace, then snapped his leg with a well-placed kick. As he screamed, she threw his body toward the second just as the grenade went off. The blast blinded the soldier.

She surged through the smoke and sank her claws into his abdomen, lifting him off the ground before flinging him like a piece of rag him into the bathtub. His world turning blank the moment his head landed on the edge of the tub.

The last man who was the captain, was smart as he ran. But Octavia was faster. She moved like a shadow, catching him before he made it ten paces.

“I begged to let me go,” she whispered, and twisted his neck with one hand. The moment his bone crac

ked under her touch, she flung him too like a piece of clothing, to a corner.