Tetro
Uncle Dad
Prologue
After two days of fighting, the city of Vale cried out in victory and pain. The sour smell of rust and rot mixed poorly with the blood that still flowed through the dirt roads and dank alleys. The survivors broke down the barricades they had set up, allowing the city to reunite. The vampires were dead, and it felt like somebody had lifted a weight off of Vale. Finally, after so many years, it was as if the people could finally breathe. The blot wasn't completely gone, but it no longer suffocated as harshly as it once did.
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Vox kept his gaze fixed on the tall, pale woman before him. As exhausted as he was, the fight wasn't over yet. The cheers and cries of the people brought him no comfort. Duty was what drove him now. He couldn't bring himself to finish what he started. He didn't know how to. But now, he could justify his actions. If he let this monster live, she would start the cycle again, and the city would be consumed by vampires once again.
Readying himself, Vox stepped forward, swinging the blade of his sword up and diagonally at the vampire. Vox exposed his left side, and that's what he was hoping she would exploit. Before he had time to adjust himself, Vox felt pain blossom from his left shoulder. When he looked, he saw the woman's mouth clamped on him near his neck, and a large chunk of his shoulder was already missing. She had bitten him at least once before latching onto him. He dropped his sword and wrapped his right arm around her, stopping her from getting away. By the look on her face, he could tell she realized her mistake too late. She tore her mouth away from him, taking skin and muscle along with her. No matter how hard she struggled, Vox wouldn't let her go. He started squeezing her against him, tightening the hug he had on her. Her hissing and snarling turned into wheezing as the air left her lungs. Vox had both arms around her now, knowing it would take all he had to put her to rest. He closed his eyes shut and fought as hard as he could.
''I'm... Proud of you...'
Vox heard the whispers of his mother right before the sound of bone breaking. He opened his eyes and stared at the woman, seeing the empty and lifeless gaze in her own eyes. He knelt slowly to the ground, placing her gently onto the floor. Vox laid down beside her, resting on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He wondered how everyone else was doing.
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