Vampiric World (3)

This bitch is asking me for help now?

What face does she even have to show up with?

That simple sentence sent me into a frenzy of rage. In an instant, hatred surged all the way to my head. Asking for help after doing something like that? Even if it wasn't human but some abomination, could it be this utterly devoid of humanity!

"You vampire bastard, have you lost your damn mind... barging in here out of nowhere and asking me for help? If it's killing you, I can help with that."

Unfortunately.

Because the world is only half-destroyed, there's no fresh garlic.

Still, I'd thought this day would come someday.

The day I'd meet that hideous, horrifying vampire again.

I slipped my hand inside my coat.

The garlic packed in this sealed container must have rotted to mush by now. But it's perfect for a rotten bastard. It's like whiskey I've been aging for a special day. On a good day, let's raise a toast with something good. There's no greater blessing than celebrating while the more evil side dies...