"Dammit! I knew we shouldn't have trusted these humans!"
As '43' closed his eyes, he heard a voice. He then looked around and saw an unfamiliar but at the sa ti familiar vampire shouting as he gritted his teeth.
"What's the point of talking about it n- down!"
*Clank*
Then he saw another vampire, who pushed the first vampire to the floor and saved him from the arrow that was aid at his head.
'43' frowned, this scene was too familiar.
He looked around and noticed that rather than being in his room, he was in an extrely majestic hall that was supported by many pillars. On these pillars, ancient scriptures were craved masterfully.
The walls of the hall were white while the cravings and other designs were done with gold, giving the hall a holy feeling.
However, as divine and holy as the hall maybe, '43' was extrely familiar with it.
He looked around a little more and was now assured.
This was the place he dreams about.
He was seeing his dream again.
However, this ti, it was a little different. This ti, he could think and move around in his dream as an independent being.
He tried touching things or talking to other people but he could not.
He passed through everything he touched, and no one can see or hear him.
However, when he thought about it, he felt it was natural.
*Boom*
"What are you sitting there for!? Are you really going to let these bastards do whatever they want!? You are a King! How can you be so weak!?"
'43' then saw Vlad appearing and seeing how the humans bowed their heads due to his aura, he felt excited.
That is how a vampire should act.
'43' craved that power!
The power to make others bow in front of him!
The power to fight for the people of his race!
He wanted that power.
However, he knew he cannot have that power.
'42' was right, all of this was just his dream. A fantasy his mind created where the Vampires were the strongest race in the world.
A place where Vampires weren't the weak.
A place where Vampires weren't the slaves.
"Have you already admitted your defeat, you Bastards!? What is with that weak look!?
We, are the Vampires!
What have we ever been scared of?
Fight!
Even if you are poisoned, fight!
However, rember, our main targets are these backstabbing humans!
Kill as many as you can!
Kill"
"May we et again in the Heavens!"
"""Kill!"""
*Boom*
The vampires then rushed toward their enemies with weapons in their hands.
However, '43' noticed that unlike in the past, this ti, the dream did not end here.
He looked around and saw that even though the vampires were weakened due to poison, they still managed to kill many humans.
They fought bravely, even though their limbs were cut off, even though they couldn't see or hear anymore, even though they were gravely injured.
They kept fighting until their body stopped moving and they died.
However, as they vowed before, each and every one of them took down at least two humans with them.
He then noticed Vlad, who alone fought 6 others, presumably the strongest of their respective races and injured every one of them.
Especially the human expert, whose arms were cut off and he was bleeding continuously.
It was clear that he won't be able to live for long.
Although Vlad himself was injured as well, the wide smile on his face proved that he wasn't sad or worried about it. He knew he would die today...
However, he would not die without leaving his impact!
He would not die in vain.
That was his pride...
'A pride of a Vampire'
'43' muttered inwardly as he felt unbearable joy when he saw everything happening in front of him.
His heart was filled with pride and contentnt.
However, then, his eyes fell on Dardon, the king of Vampires, who, unlike other vampires, was still sitting on his chair.
As '43's eyes fell on him, he looked at '43' as well and smiled. Sohow, there was no trace of previous regret and sadness in that smile.
'43' frowned, he turned back and noticed that no one was standing behind him.
'Can he see ?'
'43' questioned inwardly.
For so reason, Dardon nodded.
Dardon then raised his hand and pointed at his throne, he then looked at '43' again before he closed his eyes, joined both his hands and started making so symbols.
He then opened his eyes and glanced at '43' again before he nodded and repeated those symbols.
Then, Dardon raised his hand, and the blood around him magically rose in the air and surrounded him.
Dardon waves his hand and the blood started moving in a pattern before forming a few words.
'I Am Counting On You'
'43' narrowed his eyes, however, before he could think too much about it, the bloodletters turned into sharp spikes and impaled the humans.
A black coloured sword appeared in Dardon's hand before he joined the fight and started killing humans as if they were bugs.
And that was after he was poisoned, '43' couldn't imagine how dangerous he would have been if he wasn't poisoned.
As '43' watched the fight, his gaze fell on the throne Dardon pointed.
*Boom*
He moved towards the throne however, just as he touched the throne, an explosion sounded and,
"Hhhaaah!"
'43' woke up from his dream.
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