The night didn't fall
It started with one scream.
Sharp.
Desperate.
A man had just opened his front door, stepping out into the cool night air. He didn't even get the chance to look around.
Something slammed into him.
They fell together.
The man's scream turned into choking as teeth tore into his neck. Blood sprayed across the white wall beside the door.
The street light flickered.
For a moment…
Silence.
Then—
The body moved again.
Not to escape.
But to feed.
Across the street, a window opened.
A woman leaned out, confused.
"What's going on—"
She froze.
Her eyes widened.
"OH GOD—"
She slammed the window shut.
But it was too late.
Something was already running toward her house.
Doors opened.
Lights turned on.
People stepped outside.
Confused.
Annoyed.
Unaware.
And then they saw them.
Figures in the street.
Running wrong.
Moving wrong.
Faces pale.
Eyes empty.
"What the hell is that?"
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"Why are they—"
The first one reached them.
Then the screaming began.
The infection moved faster than fear.
People ran.
Some fell.
Some didn't get up.
Phones dropped to the ground.
Emergency calls went unanswered.
Sirens tried to rise in the distance—
Then suddenly stopped.
A car crashed into a streetlight.
Another slammed into a wall.
A child cried somewhere in the chaos.
Blood painted the streets.
A shadow cut through the red moon.
Fast.
Silent.
Elena descended.
Her wings folded as she landed in the middle of the street.
The moment her feet touched the ground—
Everything became clear.
The smell.
The sound.
The blood.
Her eyes glowed.
Not like before.
Sharper.
Colder.
Focused.
"Turichie…" she whispered. "It's worse than you said."
"No," the voice replied calmly. "This is only the beginning."
A group of infected spotted her.
Their heads snapped toward her at the same time.
Like animals sensing prey.
Then they charged.
Elena didn't move.
Not yet.
She watched them.
Measured them.
Waited.
The first one lunged—
She disappeared.
A blur.
A flash of red.
Her blood formed instantly—
A blade extending from her arm, sharp and glowing under the moonlight.
She moved through them.
Clean.
Precise.
One body dropped.
Then another.
Then three more.
She landed behind them.
Still.
Silent.
All five collapsed.
"They're slower than me," Elena said.
"Yes," Turichie replied. "But they don't stop."
As if proving her point—
One of the bodies twitched.
Then rose again.
Half of its neck missing.
Still moving.
Elena's eyes widened.
"They don't die?"
"Not easily."
The creature lunged again.
Elena reacted instantly—
This time—
She cut its head clean off.
It stopped.
"Destroy the brain or sever completely," Turichie said. "Anything less won't stop them."
More sounds.
More footsteps.
More growls.
Elena looked up.
Dozens.
Coming from every direction.
Her jaw tightened.
"Too many…"
"Then don't fight like them," Turichie said. "Think."
High above the chaos…
A figure stood on a rooftop.
Watching.
The old man.
The first one Elena had bitten.
His eyes followed her every movement.
Calm.
Curious.
Hungry.
"So this is what you've become…" he murmured.
Behind him, two others stood.
New vampires.
Unstable.
Their breathing heavy.
Their eyes flickering between control and madness.
"She's different…" one of them whispered.
"Yes," the old man said. "And that makes her dangerous."
Elena moved again.
Faster now.
She jumped—
Landing on top of a car—
Then launched herself forward—
Cutting through infected one after another.
Blood sprayed.
Bodies fell.
But more kept coming.
Her breathing slowed.
Her body felt heavier.
"I'm losing strength…" she muttered.
"Your blood usage is too high," Turichie warned. "You're burning through your own life."
Elena clenched her fists.
"I don't have a choice."
"HELP! PLEASE—SOMEONE HELP ME!"
The voice cut through everything.
Elena froze.
That fear.
That desperation.
She turned.
A woman was trapped against a car.
Two infected closing in.
Elena moved instantly.
She grabbed one mid-lunge—
Threw it across the street—
Crushing it into a wall.
The second attacked—
She blocked it—
Then drove her blade through its skull.
Silence.
The woman stared at her.
Shaking.
Terrified.
"W-what are you…?"
Elena didn't answer.
She couldn't.
"Run," she said quietly.
The woman didn't hesitate.
She ran.
The old man stepped forward.
His eyes narrowed.
"She protects them…"
A faint smile appeared.
"Let's see how long that lasts."
He jumped.
Disappearing into the darkness.
Elena stood still.
Listening.
Then she realized—
She wasn't just fighting.
She was surrounded.
Infected in front.
More behind.
Even more approaching from the sides.
Her chest rose slowly.
"Turichie…"
"Yes?"
"If I fall here…"
A pause.
"They reach the town."
Silence.
Then—
"Then don't fall."
Elena closed her eyes for a second.
She saw her home.
Her mother.
Her brother.
The painting.
The smile.
The slap.
The pain.
Her eyes opened.
Different.
I won't run anymore."
Her wings spread wide.
Her blood surged.
Her body moved—
Not like before.
Not survival.
But purpose.
She launched forward.
Faster than before.
Stronger than before.
Her blade extended—
Longer.
Sharper.
She spun—
Cutting through multiple infected at once—
Jumped—
Landed behind another group—
Struck again—
Each movement precise.
Controlled.
Deadly.
But even then—
They kept coming.
The red moon burned above Rheinland.
The streets were filled with screams, fire, and shadows.
And in the middle of it all—
A single girl stood.
Not human.
Not monster.
Something else.
Fighting against the end of the world...
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