The Bored Immortal

"Ahh!" Ayana shrieked as she covered her face with a slight gap between her fingers while Nyissa looked away with a slight reddish hue over her cheeks.

Viktor was confused by their reactions at first, but then he took a look at himself as he raised his brows, "Oh? Damn those cursed flames...they do live up to their reputation. But at least I am not on flames anymore..."

He was indeed surprised to see that he was buck naked with his spectacular chiseled body and his demonic sword in full display for everyone to see. And the hot vapors that were emanating from his body literally made him look sizzling hot.

So the maidens in front of him couldn't help but hold their breaths, trying their best to not look at the forbidden region.

For some reason hearing these waggish words, Nyissa felt relieved inwardly, just like Ayana and the others, thinking that he was no longer the bloodthirsty demon from before.

Still, they couldn't believe the 180-degree personality change and wondered what really happened before and how he came back from the dead.

"Ehm, does anyone have any spare clothes?" Viktor asked with a shrug.

Nyissa, who was feeling dizzy from her injuries, still took out a black robe and threw it towards Viktor, who caught it while wondering who hurt Nyissa like this and where she pulled out this robe from.

However, as he put on the robe and took a look around, he was surprised to see the stench of burned rocks and soil pervading through the air, especially the blackened ground, which was reddish before.

He was even more surprised to see that the land was scorched for more than a mile in either direction and wondered if a fire had taken place while he was out. Even some of the stone buildings, which already looked in a ruined state, were now utterly destroyed with ashes in their place.

He thought that he should have got up shortly after he died instead of being out of it for this long. He wondered if it was because he had that strange dream that seemed too real, and remembering the silver-haired girl and her vivid crimson eyes, he wondered if she was a vampire-like him.

"Master!" Ayana suddenly called out, and Viktor turned around to see Nyissa fainting as he quickly activated his vampiric vision.

"Not good…" Viktor mumbled as everything became red in his vision, and he could clearly see the pulsing heart of Nyissa, Ayana, and the others, even their circulatory system and anywhere their blood was flowing through clearly.

Ayana found it hard to balance herself since Nyissa suddenly fainted. But Viktor swiftly teleported near her and wrapped his arm around her thin, soft waist as he kept her from falling over Ayana.

Even though Nyissa tried to capture him and even killed him by accident, he couldn't let her die since she was the only one who could help him get out of this hell.

But for some reason, he noticed that the way these people, including Nyissa, looked at him before changed, which puzzled him. It was more like he sensed fear in them though now he was too distracted to think about it.

"Viktor!" Ayana was shocked to see Viktor suddenly holding her Master, "You can't! I will hold her."

"Don't be foolish. You can't carry her all the way in this state. Who did this to her?" Viktor asked with knitted brows as he examined her condition to see that Nyissa suffered internal trauma in certain places.

Ayana was at a loss for words, realizing that he indeed did not remember anything that happened just now. She could see that he was not faking it and was genuinely worried about her condition despite what happened.

Viktor thought that there was no time to waste, and Nyissa required immediate attention, and so he said, "I am going ahead to the nearest building that isn't fully broken down. You will find us both there."

"Wait!" Ayana was confused as she called out, but Viktor had already flashed forward before disappearing into the distance.

"Come on! We have to go after them!" Ayana said in a tone of urgency as her friends followed with visible worry in their expressions, seeing the person who hurt their Master carrying her.

If anyone else in their clan knew that Viktor hurt their Young Mistress, then the entire clan would be out for his blood, and Ayana knew it would be a shitstorm then.

As Viktor teleported forwards, he was still surprised to see all this scorched land that wasn't there before and wondered if Nyissa and her people fought against a massive army of Ranars or something else.

He quickly looked around for a building since he thought that staying in the open was not good and might get under the radar of anyone who was watching. And in case they got attacked, it would be hard for him to fight with Nyissa in his arms, especially against a swarm of Ranars.

He decided to take a turn in between since he thought that maybe he might find a building faster this way.

After running for about a few miles, he finally found a broken-down house that wasn't scorched or completely ruined.

"Where...am I…" Nyissa suddenly briefly woke up as she mumbled in a languid tone, her eyes sweeping over her surroundings only to be shocked to see that she was in the arms of the very man she was bitterly fighting against before.

"No...put me down…" Nyissa weakly clutched Viktor's robes as she protested in a feeble voice, making him say in a chiding voice, "Relax, I am trying to help. Now keep shush and don't talk. Can't you see what state you are in? How did you even manage to wake up again?" Viktor shook his head, seeing how tenacious she was.

Nyissa saw how she was totally helpless against him, especially because of her state, and was feeling apprehensive about what he was going to do to her since they were alone right now in some broken-down building.

She was afraid whether he would take advantage of her as revenge for what she tried to do to him before. And since he had quite an infamous reputation in her mind and clan, she could only desperately hope that he wasn't the same person as before, just as he said.

The most notorious crime of his against women she heard was how he ravaged Borin's women and daughters for 101 days without a break before throwing them away after getting bored with them.

So she couldn't help but feel her body tensing up in his arms though she still couldn't get rid of the beastly image of his 'sword', which she happened to see by accident when he got up.

She had read everything about men and women in paper scrolls though she never expected a man's thing to be so big in reality when compared to the drawings she saw and wondered if every man was like this.

She then shook off those thoughts, wondering why the hell she was even thinking about this in her current precarious situation, especially when she should be finding a way to escape from the bad wolf that was carrying her.

"Okay, now lie down here while I treat you," Viktor said as he gently laid her down on the floor, though the inside of the stone building was too dusty and hot.

Nyissa grimaced as she could feel the stinging yet burning pain in her body as she laid down on the floor while her face was red and sweaty because of the harsh climate.

Viktor noticed this and thought that since she was weakened now, she was becoming less resistant to the negative effects of this place.

He could feel how her entire body was as hot as iron and how there were black scorched marks on her neck, wondering who did this to her since he never faced an enemy who used flames after coming here.

Viktor decided to ask her later and treat her first as he raised her arm, making her feebly object, "No...what are you trying to do…"

Viktor said with a soft chuckle, "Relax. I am trying to make you feel better. You are bleeding from inside, and I have to fix that first. So that's why I am going to bite your arm, and you might feel a bit funny. That's all."

Nyissa knew that vampires could use blood to do a variety of things, including healing others though she didn't know if Viktor would suck her dry as payback, especially after how he almost killed her though she inwardly felt that it was not really him.

All these thoughts left her mind with confused and chaotic thoughts, but before she knew it, Viktor had already bit into her wrist, making her bite her lip anxiously.

Her cheeks began to become even redder, making a stark contrast against her milk-like skin though inwardly, she was feeling a strange burning sensation spreading throughout her body.

But the strangest part was how she was beginning to feel good and even felt her stinging pain from before dulling bit by bit, till she was finding it more bearable.

She looked at Viktor, who was diligently still biting onto her wrist without sucking a single ounce of her blood, and wondered how he was able to resist the temptation since she knew once vampires had someone's blood in their mouth, they would have a hard time trying not to drink it.

However, for a moment, time seemed to slow down for her as she saw how sincere he was in trying to help her and wondered who he really was. Since she personally fought him while he was acting like a cold-blooded demon, she couldn't tell which was really him.

But then she remembered how old he was and thought that he must have learned to restrain himself even if it was quite difficult even for vampires who have lived for centuries.

Still, the fact that he was helping her despite how she literally killed him before made her feel complicated.

"Alright. I have stopped your internal bleeding. Now remove your robes," Viktor said with a serious expression as if he was a doctor instructing his patient.