Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse
Chapter 21: I Only Wanted

Chapter 21: I Only Wanted

"..."

"..."

For several seconds, there wasn’t a response; however, he could hear them whispering through the door.

Thus, he only knocked once more.

"I won’t bother you for long, just a—"

"What about the others?"

Dion heard the voice of a male come from within the room.

He hadn’t seen one when he had broken through earlier, so it was a bit of a surprise that paused him for a little.

In that time, the voice continued, "Are the others... are they dead?"

"...Yes, they died to the Gnoll."

Then he heard crying from within, and thereafter came the sound of shuffling and items moving.

Within a few seconds, from the hole that he had broken into the door, Dion then saw a young man, a glasses-eyed student with a knife in his hands, walking forwards.

"I haven’t been bitten, if that’s what you’re worried about."

"What’s... all that blood on you then? Your face is coated in it."

"...It’s gnoll blood. I skewered it when I was right under it and the blood spilled on me. The zombies were all long dead while I was fighting the thing."

Then, he saw the student that had stopped finally nod his head a little shakily, and he approached to open the door.

"I’m warning you... I’m also awakened."

At that information, Dion’s brows raised a little.

’Turns out I was right. They did leave someone else here to protect the others in case something happened while they were gone. Although...’

Then, Dion internally shook his head a little. He couldn’t be sure about it, so there was no point in speculation.

And in a world like this where one’s own power was only likely to be increasingly more important, it might be too direct and potentially rude to ask.

"I’d kill myself if I had been bitten. I wouldn’t have needed to wait for you to do it for me."

Thereupon, the student with pale brown eyes had come to the door, and Dion heard the mechanism click open.

Then the student staggered at the sight of his torso as it opened fully.

Dion tried whatever level best that he could muster to then give a friendly and faint smile.

"May I come in? I only want to take a shower, then I’ll be out of your hair. I can’t exactly go running around the city like this. I just thought it would be better for us both that I do it in a room where there are already people inside."

The student’s eyes had hesitated and flickered wildly, bouncing up and down his figure.

His mouth stuttered for words, not at all having expected that the blood on him would be this bad.

Not to mention the fact that even despite that blood, he didn’t look at all injured.

How was something like that even possible against a creature that strong?

"Uh... yeah, yeah, sure—"

"Let me go! Let me... go!"

Abruptly, their attention was snapped down into the apartment.

The lights had been off, so it should have been rather difficult to see anything; however, another ability, a racial one that had come for him, was being able to see clearly in the dark as if it were daytime.

Thus, as soon as the young girl, another student, turned around the corner, he saw how desperate and pitifully tear-stained her expression was.

Her eyes were strained into red, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she stumbled.

Then her expression buried itself with the bodies of the fallen students at the sight of him.

"You asshole! You! You did this!"

She ran for him, stumbling down the hall into the apartment, dragging in her breaths through a snot and broken-heart-clogged throat.

Within a few seconds she had come before him, beating clenched fists against his chest.

"If only you hadn’t appeared!"

With each word, at the beginning, her voice had been spilling her words.

"If you hadn’t stopped them from leaving, they—they would have gotten out sooner! They would have been okay!"

Then they slowed, stuttering as she struggled to let them go, and the power behind her punches against his chest eased as she began to snivel.

"My friends wouldn’t have died if you didn’t come down here!!"

Then the thud of her knees onto the ground resounded, and she broke down crying.

"Why—why didn’t you save them?" Her voice had grieved itself down to a whimper.

Dion’s eyes had remained on hers, and they had followed her down, his expression darkening below his hair that fell to curtain them.

His hand remained loose at his sides, and he held his breath so that she might find that little more air to breathe.

He had then heard the footsteps that had run after the young girl, but he didn’t look up.

"Please, don’t mind her!"

A hurried, feminine voice had spoken, and his eyes, more concealed beneath their lids that had fallen, rose a little.

He recognised the woman as their student manager, though he didn’t say anything of it, only nodding faintly.

Then, he saw the tension in her shoulders leave that little bit as she lowered herself to say whatever comforting words came to her mind in that moment to the young female student.

And Dion only sighed a little through his nose.

"Hey, man... don’t... you know. Don’t take it to heart, she’s just emotional."

Dion’s gaze lifted to see the student that had spoken, the one with the glasses.

At the same time that he had spoken, the woman who had come to comfort the crying girl was taking her back towards the living room that was deeper in and past the corner where whatever other survivors that were there were hiding.

"We heard what was going on out there..." The glasses-young man said as he gestured for Dion to walk in. "If Glen had... no, it doesn’t matter now."

In those moments, Dion could hardly hear what the young man had been saying.

He had been struck into realisation because of the crying girl, even with his expression calm.

Within himself, there was a storm once more stirring.

’I really...’ His jaw clenched briefly.

"This was insensitive of me." He said suddenly, shaking his head a little, and he turned on his heel, stepping away from the door. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here."

For a few moments the male student had been stunned silent.

Then his eyes widened, and he hurried after Dion’s leaving figure.

"Wait, man. She didn’t mean—"

Dion didn’t stop or respond to that. One of his hands instead rose, and he threw something back behind himself, the metallic sheen of its form glimmering under the moonlight.

"There is food in apartment GY-624, and I won’t be coming back. Take whatever you need."

Dion’s gaze remained forwards, his eyelids having settled lower than where they had been in the days of a normal Gaia.

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