Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse

The young man’s legs hit the lower edge of the frame and his torso slipped out into the rain and the dark, death-dealing drop beneath it, one hand still clenched around the bear, the other clawing at the wet frame as his own weight dragged him over.

"Grab him!"

The woman had shouted behind him, and Dion had already been running, his expression tightened harshly with urgency.

He reached the window and his hand shot past the frame to catch the boy’s wrist, and the jagged glass still lining the bottom of it drove up through his palm as his weight slammed down against the frame.

The shards skewered through the meat of his hand and grated against the bone, and the pain tore up his forearm.

"Hold on, kid! Just hold on, damn it!’

The wind battered them both, the rain driving sideways into his body, and the teenager dangled from his grip with his legs kicking against the building’s outer wall, his free hand still clutching the bear.

His expression was strangled with fear, heaving for breath. Through those rapid breaths he was screaming for life, unable to speak.

Dion’s blood ran down his wrist and over the boy’s, mixing with the rain, and the glass shifted in his palm every time the wind surged and dragged the weight harder, making him wince harshly.

The force behind the wind was so much that even with him holding him, the young man’s body was being pushed hard in one direction, and even with the strength that his body had, it was difficult to properly pull him up when he was also fighting against him, trying to save himself.

"Stop thrashing!"

"I can’t—!"

In that brief moment where the young man’s attention had been distracted and focused on him, Dion clutched the frame harder, grinding glass through his hand and he roared as he pulled against the wind.

The boy’s body scraped over the edge of the frame as he flew back through as deep as Dion could throw him.

His body thudded and scraped across the ground and he immediately began coughing harshly, gasping for breath.

Dion’s hand pulled free of the glass with a wet suck that he heard over the storm, and he retreated quickly before the wind could blow him away as well.

The teenager was shaking so hard that his teeth were rattling. His fist was still clenched around the bear’s leg.

"Oh my god, what were you thinking?! Never do that again! Your life is so much more important than all this! Now, breathe."

The woman behind them had immediately run after the boy, checking on him and trying her best to help him calm down while harshly berating him about his recklessness.

"Einstein!"

The boy cried with joy as the young man smiled through her shouting, reaching the teddy bear up to him.

Dion had approached them as they spoke, looking between the three of them as he he put his bloodied hand on the teenager’s shoulder.

He turned him and gestured to the woman towards the interior.

"Go deeper in, all of you, now."

After that, the rest of them moved faster.

The sixty packed as swiftly as possible inward until the area near the walls was clear.

Eventually, they were crowded deeper in, many shivering from the cold the wind dragged through.

Voices spilled through the building as people had to speak louder over the roaring wind, calling names, asking who had blankets, asking whether anyone had seen someone.

Blood dripped from Dion’s hand onto the floor where he stood at the edge of them, closer towards the end of the corridor near the main area where the glass panels had broken.

He was looking down at his hand, his brows furrowed deeply, thinking to himself, ’Its not closing at all...’

Looking at it, perhaps it was helpful, but it didn’t make him feel any easier about anything.

’Now that... is a problem.’

He shut his fist and put it behind his hip.

Basil staggered beside him. His hand shot out and caught the wall, his breathing gone heavier than it had been minutes before.

"Basil?" Madeline stepped towards him. "Are you okay?"

"My head is spinning." His fingers dug into his temple and his jaw tightened. "My stomach too." He blinked hard several times and his hand slid down the wall a few inches. "I don’t know, it feels like... I’m going to be sick."

The teenager came over to them before Madeline could respond.

He came through the crowd with his arms wrapped around his stomach and his face gone grey.

’What the hell is going on?’ Dion’s heart thudded harder against his ribs, his gaze bouncing between Basil and the young man.

When the young man reached Dion his hand caught the front of Dion’s shirt and held on.

"Bro... something’s... I don’t feel right." His voice was thin and his jaw was shaking, and the hand gripping Dion’s shirt trembled so hard that the fabric shuddered with it. "My stomach, it’s... I can’t stop shaking, I don’t know what’s—"

"Sit down," Dion said as his hands rose to the side of his shoulders and he tried to guide him over against the wall.

"I can’t, I feel like I’m going to—"

The boy’s body suddenly lurched forward.

His grip on Dion’s shirt tightened briefly and then released as both of his hands went to his knees.

Dion snapped backwards several steps, his face grimaced a little, and the young man vomited across the floor where Dion’s feet should have been.

He puked much harder again until nothing was coming out of him but a thin string of bile that hung off his mouth.

"Get back, give him room!"

The sound of it cut through the murmur of the crowd, and the people nearest to them pulled back.

Madeline was beside him within seconds. She put her hand on the boy’s back and eased him down against the nearest partition, and her eyes went from his face to Dion’s.

"He’s burning!"

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