The Fallen Vampire

Chapter 165: A Distant Relative...

It took Taira all of three seconds to pinpoint exactly where the projectile originated from.

He felt this was a bit slow if he was being honest, but just told himself that he was adjusting to new surroundings and would do better next time.

Snapping his fingers, he gathered the winds around him and created a large funnel in the shape of a tornado.

A small ball of flame sparked to life above one of his tails, and he gingerly passed it towards the wind.

Somehow, the small bundle of flame wasn't blown out, and instead used the winds as fuel to grow larger and larger with significantly less energy expenditure on Taira's part.

With a single wave of his hand, the tornado touched down on the ground right where Taira had pinpointed the attack.

As soon as it fell on top of the camp, several screams filled the forest. Find your next read on m_v l|e-novelhall.net

Smirking, Taira gave Keran and Aveena individual kisses on the cheek before he casually fell backwards off Lucia's back and disappeared from their eyes.

The girls watched the spot where he'd disappeared for a bit, and their thoughts and intentions were written clearly across their faces.

Aveena: "...I swear, I'm going to give that man a baby."

Keran: "Here, here."

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Taira plummeted through the air and landed perfectly on his feet without ruffling his robe; despite the fact that he had dropped from several hundred thousand feet in the sky.

He had landed directly in the center of what looked to be a small village, that, thanks to him, was already on fire.

The inhabitants of the village were running around panicked, trying to put out the bright blue fires by any means necessary, but it proved to be difficult due to their magical nature.

Observing the tribesmen, Taira realized that they mostly all looked alike.

And he sensed an odd familiarity with them that he couldn't place at first.

He heard some yelling in a language that he didn't quite understand, and one of the villagers suddenly pointed at him to gather the attention of the others.

The tribesman were all dark skinned humanoids creatures with lean, chiseled bodies covered in ritualistic tribal paint.

They predominantly had dark hair, but there were a few sprinkled in with a recessive silver hair trait- mostly styled in dreadlocks or cornrows.

All of their eyes were a shining red, like brightly colored lightbulbs.

Taira watched them snarl at him, and he raised a brow at the sight of their two rows of large, pointed teeth.

Finally, he realized exactly why he felt familiar with them.

'Well... Imagine that.'

"We have lived in a literal cave for fifty years and you've not once complained about missing the outside world or civilization."

"..." Taira had no defense, as he quite enjoyed his quiet life of sex, painting, cultivating, and tea drinking.

Did a man need any more than that??

Keran's eyes narrowed as she leaned in to get a closer look at the tribesmen, and the little girl her husband was holding in his hand.

"No way... Are these Asanbosam!?"

"Mhm. Seems like it." He nodded.

"I can't believe this! Everyone said they all left at the same time you guys did!"

Vermeil gave her husband a confused look as she lightly tugged on the sleeve of his kimono.

"Umm... Babe? What's an asanbosam for those of us who weren' born in Tayar 900 years ago? And should I put my weapons away..?"

Lucia and Aveena nodded furiously like they were also in desperate need of answers.

Taira rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a way to label the relationship.

"They're something like... cousins."

"Close or distant?"

"Very close. They're nearly vampires."

Finally, one of the men floating above their heads started drifting towards the ground and approached Taira warily.

"%$&*@?"

"I do not understand you." Taira said.

The tribesman seemed to realize that he couldn't understand his visitor either, and thought of a way to truly test if this being was what he believed him to be.

Raising his wrist to his lips, the tribesman ripped apart his flesh with his razor-sharp teeth.

Blood flowed like a river from the wound, but upon pooling on the ground, it started moving towards Taira in a straight line.

Taira simply asked his body to open up his wrist and allowed his own black blood to flow freely from the opening; watching as it mimicked the blood of the tribesman.

When the blood of the two touched, they formed a large bloody ring in between the two men.

Once the blood was no longer moving, the tribesman looked at Taira with a reassured look.

"It seems the fates be kind today. For they have reunited us with one of the lost ones in the hour where we least expected it."