Getting out of the building, we head to a field close to the house. It's a field where the neighbourhood kids usually come to play, but today it's surprisingly empty. Only Beatrix and I stand in this vast stretch of land.
"Hey, pretty boy, are you sure you want to do this?" Beatrix asks with a smile as her hair billows under the intense breeze sweeping across the field.
I don't say anything and simply let the blood sphere hovering above me split into several smaller blood balls.
Beatrix smiles as well and bites into her hand, drawing blood. A small sphere of blood about the size of a bird's egg hovers above her.
Suddenly, the blood splits into three, forming three projectiles with sharp, pointed tips that shoot towards me at an alarming speed. I quickly conjure a blood wall, stopping the projectiles, but one manages to break through, hurtling towards me. I duck just in time, yet the blood projectile still carves a deep cut along the side of my belly.
Fuck. You cruel bitch.
