[2] 16. Teresa
[Tsubaki]
I haven't done this for a long time now.
The hunter and I, continued exchanging blows. Hindi ko alam kung ilang oras na ang lumipas, pero nagsasaya ako at natutuwa.
I receive her attacks most of the time, and when I attack back, she surprisingly takes it well. Patalon at mabilis siyang umatake papunta sa 'kin, sinalo ng katana ko ang katana niya.
I smirked, our eyes met. "What happened, darling?" I asked. She didn't answer.
Her expression since she came here and now is still the same, but for some reason, something changed. Hindi ko lang mawari kung ano.
She slashed her katana full of force, pushing me towards the open screen windows. A loud crash filled the castle. From the smokes coming from the top, we emerged.
From my room, we're on the roofs now.
"Oh my, please don't destroy my castle, love," I softly said. She still didn't answer. I just smirked, continued exchanging blows and attacks with her.
She haven't spoken for a while now, is she knocked out?
Her attacks are random. Parang hindi pinag-iisipan, pero malakas ang pwersa. She doesn't seem desperate like a while ago, but her attacks don't have patterns.
I gently avoided her attacks, my body is light like a feather. Nagbago ang ekspresyon ko nang sulyapan ko ang mga mata niya.
She's. . . still holding back. She's still fighting something inside of her and just moving based on instincts, for that reason, she's unconscious.
"Really?" I scoffed. "You're fighting me, a pureblood, half awake?" I sarcastically said.
Really, unbelievable.
I slashed my katana with a little bit of force. Nagalaw ko ang kamay niya na umusog dahilan ng pagderetso ng atake ko sa braso niya. Her kimono was slashed, so was her skin.
But as the blade touch her skin, it heals at the same time.
It really got my attention. Walang patak ng dugo ang lumabas.
Tsk.
I moved away from her, thinking.
I tasted her blood a while ago. It didn't taste delicious, but it tasted different. At the same time, familiar. There's something that I can't figure out, but. . .
Naningkit ang mga mata ko.
This woman, she's definitely Crown's Eve.
That vampire's face appeared on my mind. A beauty that can last for centuries, a maverick like me. Transparent, yet mischievous at the same time. Her appearance is cold like winter, so as her gestures.
I asked her to sleep with me a couple of times, yet that bitch didn't give it a chance once.
Gano'ng klaseng bampira si Crown. She's really amused to humans, despite living for more than a millennium. She's one of the few vampires that I've met more than thrice, but I still can't understand her.
The last time I remember, she doesn't take Eves anymore.
Tumingin ako sa babaeng kaharap ko na patuloy ang pag-atake sa 'kin.
So, why did she take one now?
The hunter slashed my leg, full of force, I slashed her arms back. Both of our limbs healed at the same time as if we're using fake katanas and just playing.
She's still fighting.
To be honest, I'm thinking of taking her as one of mine. Mukha namang walang balak si Crown na kunin siya bilang Eve, kaya bakit ko sasayangin ang bibihirang indibidwal na 'to?
Ang kaso lang. . .
She attacked me again, aiming for my neck this time. But I kicked her head, making it splutter blood but healed again in just seconds.
Masyadong sarado ang isipan niya.
We're back to exchanging attacks again.
I really don't understand.
This human in front of me, she already gave up her life as an ordinary human when she became a project. Now, she's officially one of us. She have our skills, our lifespans, our way of living.
She will not get old, she will not get sick, she will not feel sleepy.
She'll be pleasured, entertained, all of that and can still continue her goal at the same time.
So why? Why can't she just accept who she is? Why can't she just live with it?
I pulled her hair, pulling her close to mine. Mariin kong hinawakan ang katana at sinaksak ito sa baba niya na dumeretso pataas ng ulo niya. In return, I received a slash on the head. Horizontally, aligned with my mouth. My upper head fell off.
I pulled back my katana, jumping backwards away from her. Marahan kong hinawakan ang labi ko paangat, kung saan sumabay ang pamumuo ulit ng taas na parte ng ulo ko. Like me, her wounds healed too.
"Come on, that's a critical hit for a nate!" I scoffed and chuckled. Even though I know that she's not ordinary.
"Really. . ." I smirked. "I hate people like you."
This time, I attacked her first.
For some reason, even though I'm really into this fight, my mind is somewhere else. I can't help but to remember someone— to remember her.
Her hair is ash gray, wavy, paired by her crimson red eyes. She looks so fragile that it feels like if you touch her, she'll perish.
The most beautiful woman I've ever met. The most pure and innocent. The only woman that I think that I loved purely and entirely.
The one and only, Teresa. My mother.
Tumutunog ang pagdikit ng mga katana namin. Mabilis na para sundan ng mga mata ang pagsalitan namin ng mga atake, kaya inaasa ko na lang sa pagkilos ng katawan ko ang pagsalo ng mga delikadong pag-atake niya.
One of the wives of the first vampire, Judas. The head of our family, the Ballast Bloodline, was a kind and pure woman, Teresa— a nun.
I was one of the youngest of us siblings. As a big family, it was obvious that we have different lives. We are all independent, of course, because we are vampires.
But not me. Not me. I loved my mother dearly. And she did too, or so I thought.
When my siblings went their own ways, as one of the kids, I'm commonly left with our mother. She took great care of us, filled us with love and affection.
But there's no day. No day that she won't cry, won't kneel down in front of that stupid cross and pray. Praying for forgiveness and apologize non stop.
For bringing demons like us.
My attacks are getting stronger. I'm putting more force, pushing back my opponent.
My mother was a fool. She was selfish. Selfish for putting herself first and ending her life.
Hindi ko napansin na tuloy-tuloy na pala ang pag-atake ko, nag-iigting na rin ang bagang ko.
Teresa was a fool, who was a vampire but still a human at heart. I clicked my tongue. Why didn't she just accept it? Accept her perfect life. Why didn't she just live with us? Why did she have to be selfish, not thinking of us, her children?
From feeling broken, hurt, and betrayed, to feeling anger and rage. Started from a chuckle, to a loud laugh. Now, I'm starting to see the hunter's expression, she's still not conscious, but she's having a hard time.
I grinned.
My mother is a bitch who doesn't know the beauty of life and wasted it. And everyone who thinks that way, is a fool.
That includes. . . "You." I glared at the woman in front of me. "You ungrateful bitch!"
"I'll show you why you should be contented with what you have now!"
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