Chapter 19
Weird Things Happen
"What's wrong, dumbass? Don't tell me you can't fight anymore?"
Matthew chuckled, eyes gleaming with that sadistic spark he always had when towering over someone weaker.
Dylan was on his knees, gasping for air, blood dripping down his forehead. His sword lay next to him, his hand clenched around the grip like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
More blood pooled at his chest with every shaky breath.
"Fuck you! Isn't this supposed to be gentle training? My ass, you almost killed me!"
Dylan yelled, cheeks burning as the younger kids watched with curiosity, and that weird cheerful atmosphere.
"It is gentle. You're just weak." Matthew shook his head. "Now I understand why vampire hunters are so easy to kill."
Dylan bit his lip hard enough to almost bleed. That humiliation — the sting of it — felt like déjà vu. He pushed himself up again, refusing to bow his head.
