Her name was Vampirella. She was the vampire Mark had saved, and the one Dr. Kessler was so desperate to capture. In his mind, her blood would grant him immortality. Right now, she was ripping the dead apart. But despite how easy it should have been, she was struggling. The undead kept coming, swarming and crowding her.
She decided to put a stop to it. Her eyes began glowing red as she stared at the dozen undead directly in front of her.
"Honey, open up a way for me."
Vampirella hypnotized the dead standing in her path. They obediently stepped aside, clearing a route for her to move. She ran, continuing to hypnotize any undead that hadn't yet been affected and were still in her line of sight.
When she finally made it out of the building, she spotted a jeep, a police jeep. Through the window, she saw Maria lying unconscious in the back seat. The sheriff inside the car quickly got out and began shooting at her.
"Not again," Vampirella muttered, dodging the tranquilizer bullets.
She rushed toward him, weaving past each shot. When she got close, she grabbed the sheriff by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
The sheriff coughed, but before he could recover, Vampirella bit into his trachea. She drank his blood directly, killing him on the spot. She glanced back and saw the undead still trying to reach her. Quickly, she pulled the car door open, scooped Maria into her arms, and flew up into the air. She watched the undead swarm below her from above.
'Will that kid be okay?' Vampirella worried. Mark hadn't come out yet. She decided to get Maria to safety first and then go back to check on him.
. . . .
At the same time, Mark was heading straight for Dr. Kessler's voice. But his ears picked up something else. Whimpering. Voices from underneath the building. Mark decided to ignore them for now. The owner of the clinic needed to be dealt with first. Then he could check on the source of the cries below.
He followed Dr. Kessler's voice until he found the room. He kicked the door down. Inside, Dr. Kessler sat in a wheelchair in front of a glowing device. It was some kind of futuristic technology with a pulsing green core.
The room was full of undead. They attacked Mark instantly. Dr. Kessler turned around, likely expecting to see Mark overwhelmed. That didn't happen. Mark ripped through all of them, tearing them apart until they were completely unable to move.
'This is fucking disgusting.' Despite the revulsion, Mark kept going. It was one of the few ways to stop them for sure.
He ripped a head from a body, spinal column still attached, and let it drop. Dr. Kessler scrambled to do something, but Mark was faster. He grabbed the doctor and pulled him far away from the machine, forcing him to face the entrance door.
"Break the spell," Mark said.
"You can't make me. You don't know how to configure that machine. Even if you kill me, the undead will keep reviving," Dr. Kessler said, wearing a proud smirk.
"Oh, really?" Mark said. A bright idea flashed through his mind. Beneath his mask, he smirked. "Then let's go back to high school, shall we?"
Dr. Kessler was baffled. Mark grabbed him by the neck and dragged him by the legs toward the nearest toilet. The doctor had no idea where Mark was taking him. He tried to fight back, but his struggles barely made a difference.
On the way there, the two of them ran into more people who were still alive. Dr. Kessler's collaborators. One was a middle-aged man, Senator Irwin Roth of New Mexico. The other was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, one of the greatest actresses, Angela Challis.
Irwin and Angela were shocked to see Dr. Kessler being dragged by the neck. But before either of them could react, Mark knocked them both out and continued hauling Dr. Kessler to the toilet.
When they reached the toilet bowl, Mark grabbed Dr. Kessler by the back of the head. Without any warning, he began dunking the doctor's head into the bowl, again and again. Dr. Kessler coughed violently as toilet water forced its way into his throat.
Dr. Kessler felt humiliated. His pride was shattered. But he persevered through sheer stubbornness, still trying to fight back. It was hopeless. He continued calling for his undead to come help him.
It took a while, but when the undead finally arrived, Mark stopped dunking Dr. Kessler. He let him go just long enough to deal with the attackers. Mark kicked them with enough force that the undead pouring into the toilet were left with foot-shaped holes through their bodies. They were dead for sure.
Mark turned around and looked straight at Dr. Kessler, who was desperately trying to crawl out of the toilet despite his exhaustion. Mark grabbed the back of his head and resumed dunking him.
'No!' Dr. Kessler thought, just before his head plunged back into the water.
This went on for a while. Eventually, Vampirella returned to the clinic. She searched for Mark and finally found him, still dunking Dr. Kessler into the toilet water.
"What are you doing?" Vampirella asked, caught off guard by the scene.
"Torturing him. He doesn't want to dispel the spell," Mark answered with a straight face.
Vampirella was shocked by the answer, but she could agree the method might work. She decided not to waste any more time. "I can hypnotize him. Let's not drag this out any longer."
"What?" Mark pulled Dr. Kessler out of the water. The doctor was struggling to breathe.
Mark looked at Dr. Kessler. "You're lucky. Otherwise, I would have done this to you for hours."
Dr. Kessler was so shocked he gulped. Mark shifted his grip, holding the doctor by the neck and lifting him slightly off the ground.
"Here. Hypnotize him."
Vampirella walked up, her eyes beginning to glow. Mark closed his own, just in case.
"Honey, can you dispel the undead magic you created?"
"Yes," Dr. Kessler answered, his voice devoid of emotion.
"This is just not fair," Mark said, opening his eyes when he heard how easily Vampirella had done it.
"Well, you have to be a vampire to do that," Vampirella said with a smile. It was so beautiful that Mark's heart beat slightly faster than normal. It also didn't help that he was in a seventeen-year-old body. He couldn't quite handle it.
Vampirella caught the reaction, and a grin formed in her mind. 'He's cute.'