Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Bang—!

A large fist smashed into the face of a silver-haired male, cracking his teeth with force as his lips tore, oozing with blood. The male glared at his attacker while kneeling, unable to fight back as the assailant grabbed the male's hair, yanking his head back.

"Fucker, why did you do it?!"

"Hah! Fuck you, Dimitri! Peh... do you think things are still the same now?"

Thud—!

Dimitri answered with a swift knee to the man's abdomen.

The man vomited on the spot, his arms trembling, before he started to convulse on the floor like a fish out of water.

'What is this fucker thinking, speaking to me like that... he has to know I would crush his family because of this event. Why, I don't understand!'

This male was a member of a subsidiary family that served the Fenrir clan for thousands of years, yet after a few months of investigating the current ledgers and trading goods from his family, it became clear.

These people were stealing thousands from the Fenrir clan each week, close to ten million in total dollars.

'These thieving cunts!'

Dimitri's body shook, and he flung out his fist once again.

Boom-!

It hit the male's nose, crunching his bones.

"Ack... s...stop.....stop...please... B-Boss... I was wrong...!"

The man crumpled to the ground, his bloody face pooling onto the floor in the backstreets of the eastern city.

"Don't give me that crap. I ain't letting you survive."

Before the bloody man could speak, Dimitri pulled out a thick combat knife from his pocket, the silver blade glistening in the light. The next moment, he lunged forward and gouged the man's stomach, stabbing and twisting several times.

"Ack...urk!"

Silence returned to the alley.

Dimitri's eyes shimmered in the dark alleyway; several werewolves from the Fenrir clan blocked the entrances, dragging the higher members of the family from the small clubhouse.

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"Take them to the basement and ensure they talk!"

"Yes, boss!"

"Understood... Boss!"

Two bald werewolves gazed at the bloodied male, his body still twitching after death, the force of Dimitri's blows shocking his nerves.

They gazed at their boss while dragging his corpse away, using corpse dust to erase the blood and any genetic information left behind for humans.

The aggression of their boss leaves their legs slightly weak.

"Boss was really wild..."

"Well, those idiots planned to attack the lady, using her as bait for the boss."

"Tsk... idiots didn't know what they were getting into."

A third werewolf helped them to drag his corpse into a black van, the thick side doors banging as they slammed it shut.

The sound of the van's rumbling engine filled the area before the werewolves left the scene; no sign of a fight, bloodshed or anything that happened a few moments earlier.

Swiish-!

Dimitri lit a cigar, using a match, before taking a deep puff.

Phew!

A wall of smoke formed around his body as Dimitri pulled out his phone, tapping the keypad, a relic of the past now with touchscreens; he called one of only four numbers saved.

... Brrr Brrrr!

"It's Ivan!" A low voice answered with a click, the sound of Ivan's voice causing Dimitri's upper lips to rise, revealing his sharp fangs.

"You sound busy. It's not a bad time, I hope..."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Dimitri flicked his Cigar before taking a deep breath and falling back against the stone wall. His body shook from the impact, yet he curled his lips. "I found a clue and a rat."

"Oh, that's interesting. Should I head over? I am in need of a good extermination, just like the old days, haha."

Ivan's voice became energetic. In response, Dimitri nodded, his lips curled into a wide, twisted grin at the man who could and would always follow him into dangerous places and support him when all others turned their backs.

"Ivan, my brother... it turns out we helped foster those rats without knowing it."

"Tsk, those little bastards should have been grateful; which clan and how many need to be punished?" Ivan's voice sounded nothing like when speaking to Nikolai, something dark, violent and filled with rage as he started listing names.

"Haha, brother... you truly haven't changed. I owe you one; when should we meet?" Dimitri's golden eyes returned to a light grey, his fingertips brushing along his scar, blowing another puff of smoke into the air while gazing at the half-moon.

'To think our kids would end up engaged, I am a lucky guy.'

"Meet me in two hours, don't let the kids know anything. I'll bring an old friend. Haha."

Beep-Beep—!

The call went dead as Dimitri's smile grew larger, his fangs on full display. He suddenly opened his mouth and released a howl filled with his current anger and frustration.

"FUCKERS!"

"Tsk... let's go, boys. We're having a PARTY tonight, come on!"

"Lead the way, Boss!"

"Fuck... boss seems pissed tonight."

"He's so awesome; even Brother Ivan is coming!"

Dimitri led his werewolves to their black cars, and then, like an organised mob, they followed him into the depths of the slums, heading to another unfortunate person's home.

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Meanwhile, back at the mansion, where the maids and servants were worried, Nikolai finally woke up after his awakening.

Nikolai gazed around the room. His entire body ached with shooting paints in his arms and legs. He attempted to lift his arms.

"Argh... It's sore."

Only for a searing pain to shoot down them, a painful ache and weight making it difficult for him to move. He winced, his eyes narrowing as they focused on the ceiling above him, taking in his surroundings.

'Where am I?'

His mind became foggy, his eyes blurry from the bright lights, as he looked around the room.

"H-Hello..." A rough voice, his throat a little sore as if he swallowed a cactus.

'Is anyone here?'

He retraced the memories and steps before he lost his focus; back when he was fighting Alexei... his body suddenly became different. A desire to attack, to kill overwhelmed him... "I think I know where this is... the mansion?"

The soft sound of breathing and shuffling filled his ears. Someone is here. Yet, the moment he tried to get up, a severe pain shot through his spine, his back arching.

"Don't move... it's okay, it's me." A slightly rough yet familiar voice, her soft hand reaching out as it brushed against his palm.

"N-Nikita? You sound in pain. Are you alright?"

'Of course, I'm not... that damn woman beat me so badly I couldn't even heal using my bloodline. But I can't just tell him that, Nikolai would worry about me... right?'

"Hehe~ I was a little too naughty in practice and pulled some muscles."

'Yeah... that's a good excuse.'

"Oh, okay..." Nikolai couldn't see her expression, but he could hear a slight tremor in her voice and the sound of a bed creaking near him.

"It feels like someone hit me with a truck..." Nikolai's face scrunched up as he touched his cheek, feeling the cold sweat dripping down his cheek.

'If Nikita is here, then I am alright.' With the news that she was close, he relaxed and began to look into himself, checking his vermillion essence and celestial aura for any issues.

"Mm... you flew through the wall and smashed into another. I am sure that's why, darling." Nikita's soft hand reached out, her delicate fingertips gently stroking his cheek.

Her voice was soft yet carried a slight tremble in it. Her hand was also wet, making him curious.

'Why is her hand so wet?' He didn't speak but instead used his nose to smell the scent of salt and ammonia... like a sterile hospital room, 'did she get hurt?' Nikolai was worried, his face becoming pale, but when he moved his arm, a severe pain shot through his spine and shoulder. The sudden jolt caused him to gasp.

"Argh..."

"Don't try to move... idiot, are you thirsty? Do you need me to get it for you?" A soft voice. Even though she insulted him, Nikita's body shifted closer before a cool sensation touched Nikolai's lips.

"Mm..." He didn't reply but allowed her to pour water down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped down the much-needed fluid.

"Thanks..."

The situation was a little comical, yet in the warm room, with the scent of Nikita close and her occasional shifting, Nikolai closed his eyes, wanting to heal faster. He wondered what kind of progress he made, but as his consciousness faded, he didn't have time to check.

"Wait, don't go to sleep..." Nikita's voice sounded once again. Nikolai's consciousness faded. His body sank into a deeper level before his mind drifted to sleep once again, leaving Nikita alone in the room.

'He's sleeping again... I hope he recovers soon—the injuries from that attack seemed serious.'

Nikita's golden eyes shimmered.

Although injured, her broken wrist and inflamed joints weren't anything special compared to Nikolai's, so she rolled onto her side, biting her lips as she endured the throbbing pain of her torn ligament.

"He looks so cute when sleeping~ what did you go so far? Everyone was so worried, you little fool." Nikita's hand reached out, her fingertips brushing against Nikolai's cheeks. Her lips curled into a smile.

'Your face is so handsome, it's unfair. I can't hold back whenever you are close, but at least right now, I only want to nurse you back to health, hehe.'

She brushed his silver locks of hair from his eyes, revealing his pale face, his nose, lips and chin. She was so close, but she didn't kiss him. Instead, her heart rate increased.

'How did I fall for you so deeply?'