The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 380. Choking

Chapter 380: 380. Choking

"What was that, loser?" Louis asked cheekily and took a step forward.

Jael winced, feeling his blood boil. There was no doubt about it. He had lost this fight. However, he had no plans to end it without landing a single blow on Louis. He would never hear the end of it.

Not that that was any reason to be concerned about that; it wasn’t like anything would come out of this fight. However, his pride was at stake, and he wanted to redeem it by all means.

"I said maybe," he replied.

"Maybe, is not a good enough answer. I can give you another round of punches just to make your choice much easier. Maybe I’ll aim for your head; if I shake your brain around, you’ll start to think properly."

He stopped in front of Jael and bent his frame, hovering over Jael, who was still on the ground with blood pouring out his lips and a swollen cheek.

He stared hard at Louis as he spoke. The smug look on his face was getting to him more than he liked. A flash of memory appeared in his vision, and Jael waived it aside.

He already knew what he wanted to do, and he wanted to do it without Louis getting the slightest idea about his plan. If he knew, he would be able to dodge it easily.

Jael’s expression didn’t change as he moved his legs, swerving on the grass, tripping Louis over. He was already moving before Louis’s back touched the ground.

As soon as Louis’ head touched the ground, Jael punched him right in the middle of his face with all his might. The sound of Louis’s bone crushing underneath his fist was very satisfying to his ears.

"Shun oph a bisch!"

"That’s our mother," Jael said and sat on the grass. "I give up."

Louis raised himself to a sitting position and glanced at Jael. "Seriously?" He asked with bright eyes as he held his bleeding nose.

"Yeah," he replied.

"But you give up now, at least let me get you back for breaking my nose."

"You broke my cheek first. Besides, I know you won’t stop until you have your way, and frankly, dealing with you is exhausting."

Jael threw himself backward. He was sore all over. Louis had not held back in his blows. The pain in his right cheek was particularly gruesome. It also wasn’t healing. He would need to take blood.

"I will take that as a compliment," Louis replied. His nose had already stopped bleeding.

His neck was bloody, and there was missing skin, but it was apparent the wound had already started undergoing the healing process.

"Don’t! I want you to leave as you promised."

"You truly want me to leave?"

"Yeah, it’s not like you’re here to stay, so there really is no point delaying the inevitable."

"We will talk about that after you’ve dealt with this. I should punch you in the face for this! My nose is crushed in."

"It was one punch," Jael replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that crushed my nose, and did you forget you ripped my skin off."

Jael shrugged, "You damn well had your fill with me. Those are minor injuries."

Louis smirked, "That felt good. I’ve always wanted to beat you."

"That’s hilarious coming from you, considering you started all the fights we have ever had. Though they weren’t really much of a fight," Jael smirked.

"That’s because you’re always condescending and talking smack. Besides, you would always use underhanded methods. That was why it was hard for me to win."

"Your memories are twisted. You’re the one with a loud mouth and terrible fighting skills. You always fight dirty."

"Is that why you did the same tonight?"

Jael shrugged.

Louis looked to the sky. "Victoria would be rolling in her grave right now. She always hated it when we fought."

Jael laughed sadly, "She would separate us before it got out of hand."

"Don’t you mean before I can return the punch?" Louis said with a far-off look as he stared at the sky.

"You’re delusional. You always throw the first punch. It’s not my fault it doesn’t reach me." Jael sat up, his wet clothes making a squish sound as he moved.

"Shut up! She was strong too, ripping apart two teenage kids having a brawl as easily as slicing steak."

"She missed you, you know," Jael said, looking away. "She was angry when she found out I never returned your letters. Scolded me about that not being the right way to treat my brother. I told her you stopped being that after you left."

"Sounds like something you’d say. I was going to come back, though, but then time flew faster than I expected, and then it was over twenty years in. Their death hit me like a boulder. I couldn’t return and would have probably remained away if you hadn’t lost your mind."

"I don’t like the fact that it took this to bring you back."

"Yeah, yeah. You don’t always get what you want. Get over it."

Jael jerked his head toward Louis’s direction. His gaze shot daggers at Louis. He wiped his hand on his wet shirt.

"I am going back to the castle," he said and started walking away.

"Wait, what? I thought we decided to deal with this."

"Whatever, I’d rather lose an arm than spend another minute in these wet clothes."

Jael knew he needed more than a change of clothes, but yeah, maybe it was time to deal with the mess he created. It was his fault anyway.

"Does that mean you will accept my help?" Louis asked, rushing after him.

"Take it however you want. It’s none of my business."

"Technically, it is your business. But yes, as you wish, sire."

Jael didn’t respond. Instead, he set off running. He didn’t think this would make a change, but this was easier than not doing anything.

He would take it if it would ease the pain a little. Make it easier to breathe. The heavens know he has been choking for too long.