To His Hell and Back-Chapter 279: They Call Me Death-II

Johann was stunned- and so was all the vampires who had watched the transformation that took place. They were all far too surprised to start moving, their feet rooted on the ground as though they were chained to not move.

Arabella had instead stared at them, her eyes moving from the person on the far left and then to the right. Her gaze then ended at Johann who could feel that something was wrong- something was deadly wrong with Arabella.

Something about her, not only was it inhumane, but dangerous.

"Ha," someone finally spoke and it was the same vampire who had passed Johann the sword. He took the sword from the ground and moved toward Arabella.

He smirked, showing to everyone that he wasn’t scared even though he had fall to his bottom earlier upon seeing how suddenly something had changed in Arabella.

He turned around to his friend, puffing his chest, "What are you all scared about? Didn’t the Queen told you? This woman can’t do anything to us without potion and injections. She’s nothing more than a human that we could kill anytime we want. Don’t tell me that you guys are scared."

Then he turned toward Arabella, slightly jumpy when he saw how her eyes had studied him while he spoke.

Annoyed for being scared of Arabella, the man gripped tighter to his sword. He slightly lifted and turned it, declaring, "If I cut her hands just like this, you will see that she’s nothing but a prey. A prey. She’s the prey," he said as if the last words he said was to himself.

The vampire quickly slashes his sword forward and his grin widened when he saw how the sharp edge of the blade was just a few centimeters away from Arabella’s neck.

His hands were ready to rejoice when suddenly he felt that his sword was stuck to something.

Unable to move, the vampire slowly turned his hand toward the edge of his blade that was now stopped between Arabella’s fingers.

She tilted her head, looking unimpressed.

"Vampires," spoke Arabella. Her voice was sweet yet something about her had turned terrifying, enough for Isabelle to recoil as she could see that Arabella wasn’t one to be messed with any longer.

The same man whose blade had been stopped gaped. His face turned even paler as he tried to snatch his sword away from her to no avail as Arabella’s grip to his blade was far stronger than what he could handle.

Her palms had bleed out from touching the blade barehanded, but her face seemed to show that she hadn’t felt any pain at all.

"It has been a while indeed, yet your kind has always remained unchangingly difficult to deal with."

Johann who saw this backed away but the moment he took a step back, Arabella’s green eyes snapped at him and his whole body trembled from fear.

It was the first time that these group of young vampires felt what it means to be terrified.

They had always been at the top of the food chain, never having to feel scared as they believe that not only were they powerful, the world would bend to them as they wanted- that they rule this world.

To know that there were others above them- that was enough to send these young vampires into a spiral.

"Always so loud, so proud, yet so weak-" whispered Arabella before pulling the sword over, causing for the vampire in front of her to be pulled closer.

He shrieked in fear but Arabella didn’t allow for him to run away as she now held to his shoulders, her fingernails sinking deep into his flesh, piercing through with sheer force.

"-Do you want to hunt?"

Before the said vampire could speak, Arabella’s hands moved toward his forehead, grabbing him tight with her bleeding hand. Her smile slowly turned maniacal as she pushed his head downward while the letters on her hands began to swirl energetically.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH HELP HELP! SHE’S SUCKING MY LIF-"

The vampire’s once loud yell eerily disappeared into nothingness as the next second his body turned sag like a wet cloth.

Arabella then sighed, licking the corner of her mouth before throwing the vampire’s body in front of Johann so they could take a better look of the corpse.

Johann’s gaze dropped, the rest of his body frozen in place— paralyzed by something deeper than fear. Only his eyes dared to move, inching downward to stare at what was once his companion... now a lifeless corpse.

The man’s mouth hung open in a permanent scream, eyes wide and milky white, as though he had glimpsed Hell in his final moments. His skin had turned ashen, drained of life and color, frozen in a death that defied logic.

But it wasn’t the expression of terror that sent shivers through the vampires, it was the absence of any visible wound. No blood. No bruises. No torn flesh.

He had simply... died.

Killed not by claws, not by fangs, not even by a blade— but by Arabella’s bare hands.

Or whatever had awakened within them.

"You shouldn’t have bitten more than what you could chew," Arabella sang, "That’s how your kind almost perish thousands of years ago, don’t you know? Well, I suppose you don’t know since you seem so young."

Isabelle who saw what had happened had finally snapped from her daze as well. She muttered, "Bella?"

Upon her name being called, Arabella turned her head and she smiled to Isabelle, but that smile. Isabelle knew that wasn’t Arabella.

"Just wait, won’t you?" said Arabella as she gleamed a smile of sincere delight, "It’s been a while since I’ve been let out. I’ll make sure you have your turn soon so sit tight and stay quiet."

Isabelle’s lips parted in fear when it finally understood to her that the thing inside Arabella wasn’t going to kill these vampires, no, it was going to do worse, and she was also one of its target soon to meet its demise.

In the next second, Arabella moved to kill.