Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

The silence was ended by the faint hum of the city outside. Distant alarms, a car horn blaring, the nervous shuffle of survivors clinging to each other in the gloom.

Nikolai kept his eyes on the street. That faceless thing hadn't moved, but the black slime around its feet was still creeping toward the gutter, devouring everything in its path. He could hear it bubbling through the glass.

He dropped his bent and blunted sword while prepared for battle.

Hungry, patient, inevitable.

Alexei's voice came from the stairwell. "Back's clear. For now."

Brian grunted in acknowledgement, never taking his gaze off the barricaded door.

"How long do you think we can hold out here?"

Nikolai didn't answer.

His mind was racing—calculating the odds, the exits, the likelihood that anyone in this room would see sunrise if they stayed put.

The creature outside finally shifted. Its limbs stretched, impossibly long, scraping the pavement with a wet, dragging sound. All the while, its face or the space where a face should be remained fixed on the bar's shattered windows.

"..."

A low growl echoed through the floorboards.

It wasn't the door.

It came from beneath.

Nikolai's eyes snapped to the far end of the bar, where the trapdoor to the old cellar sat chained shut. The sound came again, wet and muffled like something breathing through meat.

The civilians didn't notice it.

But Brian did.

He lifted his hammer without a word, body coiled tight, eyes narrowing at the floor. "Tell me that's not what I think it is..."

Nikolai moved slowly toward the trapdoor, each step heavy with dread. The air above it grew thick. Warmer. The faintest hint of rot leaked through the boards.

It wasn't just hiding there.

It was feeding.

He crouched beside it, resting one hand on the worn metal chain. The lock was snapped, rusted open. Someone had been down there recently.

Maybe the bartender. Maybe someone else.

But the real question was… had they come back?

Nikolai reached for the edge of the wood. It was slick.

With blood.

A sharp click echoed behind him—Alexei, returning from the stairwell, gun aimed low but ready.

"The upstairs is clear. No movement. But the goo's starting to rise."

Brian moved to the bar, eyes flicking to the floor. "Then we've got company coming from below."

Nikolai looked back toward the civilians. Some were praying. Some whispering to themselves. One of the older men tried hiding a makeshift knife in his sleeve.

He couldn't blame them.

This wasn't a simple monster attack anymore.

It was survival.

"Alexei, cover the trapdoor. Brian—go upstairs. If something gets through the roof, I want it dead before it lands."

"And you?" Brian asked, already halfway up the stairs.

Nikolai stood up.

"I'll talk to the one watching us."

He didn't wait for approval.

The door opened with a dry creak. Wind rushed in, carrying ash, sirens, and that sick-sweet rot of the corrupted sludge. Nikolai stepped out into the street. His boots crunched glass. The silence was unnatural—every animal, engine, and machine had vanished.

The figure still stood across the road.

Still watching.

However...

"Why are you smiling, you ugly fuck!"

It hadn't moved a muscle.

But now... now it smiled.

A thin red line split its face, no teeth or lips, just a twisted grin carved into skin.

The thing didn't breathe. Didn't blink. Just watched.

Then it moved.

No sound. No warning. One moment it stood still, and the next it lunged at him. Limbs bent the wrong way, joints snapping, and ribs split open to reveal twitching tendrils.

Nikolai reacted on instinct.

He ducked as a razor-sharp limb sliced the air where his head had been. Concrete exploded behind him, the creature's strike carving a trench through the sidewalk.

It was fast. Too fast for something so tall.

He pivoted low, driving his fist into its midsection. But it didn't feel like flesh. It was wet, rubbery, and resisted impact, like punching a sack full of wires. The blow knocked it back a step, not much more.

The red grin split wider.

Its limbs unfolded again, twisting like knives.

Two tendrils shot forward, aiming for his chest and throat.

He dropped low, rolled under, and slammed his elbow into one leg. It cracked, but the limb bent again, flexing like bone and metal fused.

The stench up close was suffocating.

Rotting blood, pond water, and something chemical, like bleach mixed with bile.

The creature hissed.

No breath. Just a sound, like tearing paper and squelching meat.

Nikolai backed up, chest rising and falling. His shirt was torn at the side, and a red welt was swelling under his ribs.

He cracked his neck.

"All right, ugly," he muttered. "Let's see how many limbs I have to break before you stop moving."

The creature didn't wait.

It rushed him again, less like a living thing, more like a marionette pulled by twitching hands. Its arms flailed, slicing air. Its torso split open, revealing a bulbous mass of eyes that blinked out of sync, each one rolling in different directions.

Nikolai slammed his palm into the thing's chest.

Mana surged through his arm. He pushed.

The kinetic blast tore through its upper body, sending it flying backwards into a streetlamp with a crunch. But even with half its torso split open, the monster stood again and began spilling that same black sludge.

Twitched.

And grinned.

Nikolai exhaled slowly, feeling the ache of his bones.

This wasn't a scout, but a warning.

The creature stepped forward, bones creaking, black fluid pouring from its ruined torso like syrup. It didn't slow. If anything, it moved faster—jerky, twitching, but with intent. Like, pain didn't matter. Like nothing inside was human anymore.

Nikolai's boots scraped the blood-slick street. He shifted his weight and centred himself. No more testing hits.

This thing needed to die.

The next charge came with claws aimed low, sweeping for his legs.

He jumped, twisting midair, slamming both feet into its chest. It staggered but didn't fall. Its body bent like a rope soaked in glue, spine refusing to break.

He landed, crouched, and drove a punch straight into its left thigh.

Snap.

That leg finally gave. It buckled, forcing the creature onto a kneecap that exploded on impact. Even so, it moved. Still, it struck out, arms flailing with inhuman speed.

Nikolai grunted as a claw grazed his jaw, drawing a thin line of blood.

He didn't fall back but stepped in.

His elbow shattered its jaw, at least what passed for it, splitting that grin in half.

A second blow cracked its sternum. A third caved its skull.

The monster twitched again.

Then collapsed.

But only for a breath.

Its chest began to swell, bloating like rotten meat under pressure.

"…Shit," Nikolai hissed.

He turned, running.

"Brian! It's going to blow!"

Brian didn't hesitate. He grabbed two civilians, one under each arm, and dived through the open bar door. Alexei pulled another woman to the floor behind the bar just as...

BOOM.

The creature detonated, sending a wave of sludge and gore outward, glass shattering in every direction. Chunks of bone and black flesh rained down like hell's confetti.

Nikolai slammed into the side of a ruined car and rolled, shielding his face.

Silence fell.

No more shrieks. No more screeches.

Just the hum of damaged neon and the groans of metal cooling.

The smoke was thick, and the air tasted of ash and blood. Nikolai rose slowly, brushing glass from his shoulders, his ears still ringing.

The explosion had torn a crater into the centre of the street.

An ugly wound in the concrete, deep and still bleeding that same black ooze. Around it, the corpses of twisted creatures steamed in the open air, twitching in death. No sign of the pale one. No sign of the others.

Just that hole.

It shouldn't have been there.

He stepped closer, boots crunching through shattered pavement. The crater wasn't just debris and scorch marks—it was hollow. Something had tunnelled up from below. He knelt near the edge, peering in.

It wasn't a sewer pipe. Not man-made.

The walls inside were rough, uneven, clawed out by hand or fang. Black fluid coated the stone like fungus, thickest near the opening, as if something had forced its way up recently.

A hot breath coiled against the back of his neck.

'Another cave.... just like the Ghouls and Wraiths!?'

He spun—but found nothing there.

Only that scent again. Rotten, burning, old.

The same as the tower.

"Brian, Alexei, be quiet..."

Brian limped over, face streaked with sweat and grime. "You find something?"

Nikolai didn't answer right away.

He pointed into the crater.

Alexei arrived in silence, crouched beside it. His face darkened. "This… isn't new."

"No," Nikolai muttered. "It's been growing."

Brian wiped his face, frowning. "Like a hive?"

"Or a tunnel system," Alexei said. "A nest."

Nikolai's fingers twitched. The blood hadn't dried on his hands, but he knew what came next.

They weren't done.

Not tonight.

Not even close.

Something moved deep inside the hole.

Not a sound. Just the faintest ripple.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes.

And for one terrifying second, he was certain something was looking back.