The Fallen Vampire

Chapter 172: Treasure or Trash?

Taira and Vermeil emerged from the tent with Tiche and her brother Vaal.

Ignoring the somewhat distasteful gaze of the Youn Wouj, they remained hand-in-hand.

This small act of defiance was perhaps their way of making it clear that they cared very little for any opinion she might have about their relationship.

As she was currently unable to talk, she had to suffice with glaring in vehement disgust.

Vaal was staring too, but with significantly less judgment and more pity.

'Poor guy… he clearly has a condition.'

Again, it wasn't necessarily outlandish for him to think that since in his culture what Taira was doing was no different from fucking a buttered up bagel every night.

They didn't have doctors for this sort of thing, but they did have a shaman to assist with ailments.

Vaal thought it may be a good idea to have Taira see her at some point in the morning.

Upon emerging from the tent, the four of them stepped out into a thriving celebration.

Torches illuminated the camp as song and laughter rose up into the air for all to hear.

The feast for tonight had all been pulled down from the rocky ledge and were all waiting around a massive erected bonfire.

At the sight of the chieftain and the visitors, everyone outside became even more frantic in their cheering.

They recognized that with their arrival, the feast was soon to begin.

Vaal led the pair of lovers towards the bound humans and held out his hand like he was showing off a new car.

"Alright, take your pick then, kin-bride. And try to hurry if you don't mind, we're starving over here."

"Right, right… No pressure or anything." Vermeil muttered to herself.

She looked at Taira for help and found him staring back at her already.

"Any chance you want to pick for me?" She asked with a halfhearted smile.

"If you would ask me to." He shrugged.

Vermeil started to tell him to go ahead, but then realized that perhaps this was one of the more crucial steps that must be done with her own hand.

"No... I think I've got it after all." she smiled. "Grab the ones I pick?"

"Sure."

After preparing herself mentally, Vermeil unslung one of her sai from her waist.

Tossing it up into the air, she made it float in a circle over the heads of all twenty humans like a game of roulette.

She closed her eyes and her blade cut exactly six individuals out of their restraints.

Taira pulled them into the air with telekinesis and brought them to safety behind them.

With the hard part done, Vermeil turned back to Vaal and bowed slightly.

"That's everyone, Vaal. Thank you for being such a gracious host." She smiled sincerely.

For the second time, Vaal witnessed the strange human girl behave in a way that he did not at all understand.

"....You have no issue with what will happen to the rest of them?" Her answer would not change anything, but he was still curious as to how she would respond.

Vermeil smiled ironically as if she found the very premise of his question amusing. "Ironically... there are worse things that could be done to them. And I'm well aware you guys are just trying to survive."

Vaal looked at Vermeil suspiciously before glancing at Taira. "Your bride sure says some funny things."

"You can't have her." Taira wrapped Vermeil in his embrace and held her possessively.

"As if I want to lie with food you nonsensical weirdo!"

While the two were arguing, one of the bound girls struggled out of her gag and cried out for help.

"V-Vermeil, right!? Don't let me die, please!! I-Im sorry for everything that-"

Any pleas that were going to be said were inevitably cut short, as Tiche jammed her fingers into the girl's throat and ripped out her trachea.

With one hand, she made sign language for all to see.

The tribesmen knew that it meant; 'Dinner's served everyone. Make sure the children eat first.'

What followed in the aftermath was a truly indescribable bloodbath.

With the meal set up in front of them, the young children wasted no time literally digging in to their food.

Their baby-ish fingers turned into razor sharp silver claws that were no different from sheets of metal.

They were easily able to cut into the humans' frail skin and make their own bloody version of chicken strips.

Most picked apart their legs and shins, as these were the only things that they could reach and the organs were traditionally saved for adults due to their quality.

When the screaming became too loud to bear, Tiche made a sharp, twisting motion with her wrist and snapped all of their necks instantly.

As they fell over lifelessly onto the ground, their bodies were passed around to the tribesman like communion plates. Continue your adventure with m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

Tiche and Vaal made sure to observe Vermeil's reaction to all of this.

They expected her to be a little green in the face or perhaps even a little fainty, but there was nothing on her face.

Taira was even more of a blank canvas.

'How odd they both are...' they thought.

"Oh god..."

"T-This is so fucked up..."

"T-They're eating them... They're really eating them!!"

Vermeil turned around that she could face the classmates se had chosen to save.

Exactly three boys and three girls.

Sawyer Jackson, the former left midfielder for their high school soccer team. He had pale skin and messy black hair that many girls found attractive.

Raymond Henry. A quiet kid who, like Vermeil, was often picked on. He was dark skinned with a short, stocky build and a gap in his teeth. Due to the fact that he was fat and spoke in a deep, southern accent, everyone just called him 'Big Country'.

Corey Samuels. Like Raymond and Vermeil, was another kid who was bullied, but for the sole crime of openly liking anime before it was mainstream. He looked similar to Raymond, but was skinny and wore glasses. His hair was unironically stud in a flat-top.

Saanvi Patel. A girl who used to be a bit of an ugly duckling like Vermeil. But after going away to college, her curves developed, her black hair grew past her waist, she picked up some contacts, and she started wearing better clothes.

Himari Yoshida. She was the only other Japanese girl in Vermeil's class, so the two of them were often lumped together. She was relatively plain looking, with long black hair and cool grey eyes.

Last but not least was Jordan Cole, a young girl with pale skin riddled with freckles and short, but bright orange hair that she often commented meant that she had no soul.

"Turn around, all of you." Vermeil said.

Unsurprisingly, the six complied with trembling bodies.

"It's probably best that you don't see this, so just keep staring at the waterfall over..." Suddenly, Vermeil's voice trailed off as she realized that there was a particular piece of jewelry on each of their fingers.

If her eyes could have popped out of her head, they would have.

"Everyone... Where the hell did you get storage rings from..?"