***WARNING - SCENES OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE***
"Mom, what’s this sll?", the child asked her mother about the faint indistinguishable sll in the air, as they passed near a at shop.
"Must be the at. Do you want so for tonight’s dinner?", the mother asked, pointing towards that shop’s direction.
"Yeah!", the child exclaid gleefully, holding his mother’s hand, as they walked into the shop.
A faint mist lingered in the air, before spreading out of the shop, as the child suddenly collapsed onto the ground.
"Hey! Klein, my child! what happened!", she scread, seeing her child behave like this.
It was like he was having seizure, after entering the shop.
Then she heard growling sound around her, and when she looked up, the shop owner, with a large build, sat there crouching.
His eyes were completely white, two overgrown fangs covered with overflowing drool.
He held the large, sharp knife, he used to butcher the pig beside him, and made one clean slash through the air, attacking the mother.
She flinched, falling backwards, eyes filled with horror, as she held her child wrapped up in her arms.
The shopowner made a few more slashes in the air, failing to land one on that woman.
Then the mother felt an overwhelming pain sensation, as she looked down, only to discover that her child, whom she held tightly in her arms, has bitten her shoulder so hard, that drops of blood splattered around that room.
She felt dizzy, due to the loss of blood, and the horrifying scene before her, and fell on the ground, eyes half open.
The shop owner walked near her, picked up her child by his neck, and threw him outside the shop.
Then, he looked at the mother, his grin widening, as his drool fell on her, partially unconscious body.
He crouched down again, tore her clothes to pieces, revealing her milky white naked body.
Her instincts had beco useless, as an unknow force, mixed in with the mist, seed like paralyzing her whole body.
She laid down on the ground, as the shop owner removed his pants, and thrust his, already hardened black sword, into her hole.
She couldn’t resist, giving up the urge to fight back.
He moved like a beast in heat, violating the mother however he wanted.
And at last, the mother closed her eyes, took her last breath, but the shop owner, already turned into a vampire, didn’t stop moving at all.
He picked up the lifeless body of that mother, and moved her however gave him more pleasure, as his expression turned into that of an ecstacy.
Similar sounds of terror could be heard through out the city.
The night has arrived again.
It was the pri ti for the vampires, and the capital city had beco their hunting grounds.
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"This is pure hell....", Alicia exclaid, after looking at the state of the city, from afar.
There stood, with her, the other mbers of the student council, and a few other first years, as the other students were already in their dormitories sleeping soundly.
The academy itself, was safe from them, with inbuilt security system of an invisible shield, which no normal vampire can penetrate.
The other noble Houses in the capital were also safe from the vampires as they had similar security asures, along with the church and other institutions.
So, the only ones to be affected were the common people.
The professors and the senior students were out of the capital as they were preparing for the Joint Combat et.
So, it was only the second years and first years at the academy, along with a few City Guards, who couldn’t connect with their superiors in the capital.
The situation looked grim, as soone from themselves stepped forward.
Aster Norhelm, the protagonist of this story.
"President, I don’t know what you are thinking, but I am not going step back, as the innocent ones suffer."
He unsheathed his sword, and looked at Alicia in her eyes and said, " I am going to save them all."
The silence shattered like glass.
Alicia looked at him — not as a subordinate, nor a hot-headed idealist — but as soone who could hold a battlefield in his eyes and not blink.
"...You’ll die," Dustin muttered under his breath. "You step into that mist, and you beco one of them. We don’t even know how the transformation spreads. Is it mana-based? Blood-borne? Airborne?"
"We can’t just charge in blindly," Alicia added, her voice cool and firm despite the tension in the air. "This is not a raid. This is a contagion. A war of attrition we’re not equipped for."
"Then give a better plan!" Aster snapped, turning to face her. "Because doing nothing is just watching them die!"
The air turned heavy.
Then, a calm voice broke through.
"I may have one," said a bespectacled girl from the back. A second-year nad Rinna Valeen—top of her class in alchemy and magical constructs.
She stepped forward, clutching a glowing blueprint scroll in her hand.
"I studied the academy’s barrier system last sester. The mana ward surrounding us has small gate-relay points maintained by a crystal matrix—one of which controls temporary openings for supply chains. If I reroute the structure using a portable relay node, I can extend a pocket-shield temporarily — just big enough to escort civilians through."
"And you can make it mobile?" Alicia asked.
"Yes, with the right team," Rinna said. "I’ll need one enchanter, one combat mage to guard , and a few close-range fighters for extraction. I can build a shield that lasts three to five minutes per deploynt. Enough to create ’safe lanes’ from the infected zones to the academy."
"That’s assuming the vampires don’t notice," said Dustin, still skeptical.
"They will," Rinna admitted. "But if we split into coordinated squads, and make noise in scattered locations, we can buy ti. Create confusion. Pull them apart."
Alicia folded her arms.
"Second-years will take the lead. First-years stay within the shield range unless ordered. We rotate units, rescue in waves, and never engage unless absolutely necessary."
She glanced at Aster.
"You want to save them? Fine. Lead the first wave."
Aster blinked.
"You an—?"
"Yes," Alicia said coldly. "You get what you want. Now prove you deserve it."
Aster nodded, turning to the others.
"Form up. We’re moving in five."
"Wait," another student interjected, "What if we get turned?"
A long silence followed.
"No one gets left behind," Aster said.
"But no one gets brought back infected either," Alicia finished, her tone icy but resolute. "You all understand what that ans."
One by one, the students nodded.
They understood.
This wasn’t a school assignnt.
This was war.
And the enemy wasn’t a monster to be slain.
It was soone they might have laughed with yesterday.
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