7th Tick: Vampire
1010 Words
Thomas had walked up to the center of the town once again, the Crowd of humans too thick for him to see. He went to a higher altitude, looking out the window of a nearby building, even then, there was an ominous black cloud covering where he wanted to see. He sighed, his hair already dropping back to the original style. He walked near the crowd and resumed time.
“Hello, hello, can I meet the one in charge?” He asked with as much friendliness as possible.
The crowd of humans, all of them had the same blank look on their faces, two holes in their necks and they seem to move weirdly. A second passed where nothing happened, a swarm rushed at Thomas. He turned to the side, a ball of flames hitting where he just stood. Thomas ducked and jumped, more magic attacks aimed at him. He kept his eyes on his target, he needed to dodge until he could see his path.
The winds picked up and Thomas was swept off his feet, unable to dodge. More magic was about to be sent at him when Thomas saw his opening.
“Zeroth Hour.” He whispered.
He fell onto the ground. He cursed, rubbing his waist. “Dammit, that ability was annoying.”
He walked up to the center, redirecting any physical weapons thrown at him to the ground. He did not want any possibilities of the humans killing each other. He stripped them of their weapons, throwing them aside. He had seen it, a gap where he could see the black cloud. Thomas squeezed his way in, barely able to enter the space the humans were so desperate to defend. Thomas could not see a thing, it was only darkness around him. However, in the darkness, he could feel it, there was someone there with him, another person, a human maybe.
He resumed time.
The black cloud dispersed suddenly, the humans pausing for a second. Thomas crouched down and looked at what was there. In a basket, with blankets and a pillow, a baby slept soundly. Thomas looked around him, none of the humans tried to attack him, fearing for the baby’s safety. Thomas nodded, looking at the child. She was young, maybe a year or two old, maybe even a few months. She slept quietly, undisturbed by what was going around her. Thomas tried to reach out, but instinctively pulled his hand back.
Something was wrong, the baby had too dark of an aura to be only a child. She had the black cloud around her, a common sign of criminals and murderers. Just the feeling he got from the baby was enough to make him convince himself. The child was not normal, it had killed. He needed to kill the child, or render her unable to kill anymore, or she might go on another rampage. He turned around and approached one of the nearby villagers. He touched the villager’s neck, checking for any form of a pulse. His skin was cold to the touch, there was not a single pulse to be felt. Thomas looked back at the child, had a mere child done all this?
Thomas reached out, the baby felt his intentions and woke up, looking at him. Her eyes were big and full of curiosity, innocent. She gave him a big smile and a laugh, reaching out to him. Thomas took another look, doubting that such a child would do anything like killing a whole town. Even still, what if she had? Thomas would have to perform judgement on a child, of all people, a child that could barely speak.
“What to do...” Thomas muttered.
He grabbed the handle of the basket. Something reflected in the eyes of the baby, the baby gave a laugh, bright and innocent. Thomas reactively jumped backwards, out of the circle the humans made. Thomas looked as an adult man stood there, holding the basket in his arms, facing the baby but glaring at Thomas.
The man was pale, his skin so white it looked like snow. His hair was white, his eyes were a deep red, the colour of blood. He was not a demon, he did not have horns, dark skins or a complete set of sharp teeth. Instead, his canine teeth were long and sharp. His glare was strange, Thomas was unable to move.
“What are you doing here?” He asked Thomas. “What did you plan to do to my child?”
His child? Thomas could guess what was going on. He said, “So you’re the one in charge for the death of these villagers. I never would have guessed a human caused all this.”
He hesitated before saying to Thomas. “I am no longer human.”
“You think I’ll believe that?” Thomas continued. “The last time one of your kind existed was never, it’s obvious that you were once human, or were you a demon?”
The man placed the basket down gently and stepped towards Thomas, a desolate look in his eyes. He spoke, “Do you have a death wish?”
“Maybe.” Thomas replied.
The man raised a hand and slashed down. Thomas cursed and shouted, “Zeroth Hour!”
His attack was stopped mid strike, Thomas able to free himself from his stare. Thomas sighed and started to move the humans away. They may have been dead, but he could at least preserve their bodies. Thomas stepped away and tried punching him in the face. Thomas clutched his fist with his other hand, his fist flaring up with pain. He cursed, “Why does everyone I fight have such tough skin?”
Time resumed. The man’s attack left deep slashes in the ground, even in the nearby building. Thomas tapped his forehead and asked, “Did you perhaps...”
The man turned around, an elbow aimed at Thomas. Thomas appeared behind him again, having stopped and resumed time. He continued, “A vampire, in this day and age. Did you...”
The vampire tried to grab Thomas, but once again, Thomas slipped from his grasps. He swiped his hair back, a smile on his face. “Did you make a wish?”
“Shut up!” The vampire shouted.
Following his voice was a strong shockwave that blew Thomas back slightly, a wave of darkness swallowing him.
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