My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 50. A Vile Creature

"Here I am, Victor Scott. Remember me?" Joana’s voice echoed coldly, and she stepped into the dim light.

Victor looked up, his face contorting in sheer horror. "You vile creature," he spat. "You shouldn’t exist in this world—or any world, for that matter."

Joana chuckled darkly, her laughter sharp and menacing. "You’re so predictable," she said. "I’ve heard far worse insults. Your brothers didn’t see me coming—they didn’t even believe what was happening, not even as I tore their heads from their shoulders. Look at the shock frozen on their faces."

Victor’s hand darted toward the shotgun, desperation fueling his movement. But Joana was faster. She crushed his hand under her heel, breaking it with a sickening crunch.

Victor let out an anguished scream, clutching his mangled hand. "My hand! Damn you to hell!"

Joana smirked, her expression chilling. "Oh, I’m not sending you to hell just yet," she said. "You won’t be as lucky as your brothers. I’m going to take my time with you. Every second of your pain will be my entertainment."

She grabbed Victor’s other hand and snapped it effortlessly, her inhuman strength rendering him helpless. His screams pierced the air before his body went limp, unconscious from the agony.

Joana turned her attention to Cara, who lay slumped on the ground, bloodied and gasping for air. The silver chain still clung to her, its metal burning her skin. Joana crouched beside her, her fingers brushing gently over Cara’s battered face.

"Damn," Joana murmured. "They really did a number on you. I told you to be careful."

Joana began removing the silver chain, even though the contact scorched her own hands. She winced but didn’t stop until the chain was completely off.

The scent of Cara’s blood filled the air, potent and intoxicating. Joana’s fangs itched to descend, her instincts screaming at her to take a taste. She clenched her jaw, resisting the pull.

"Save me," Cara whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. "Please, take me to the hospital."

Joana shook her head. "Cupcake, the hospital can’t save you now." She cradled Cara in her arms, her gaze softening with a rare hint of vulnerability.

Biting into her own wrist, Joana allowed her blood to flow. "But this can save you," she said, pressing her wrist toward Cara’s lips.

"I don’t want to be like you," Cara rasped, turning her face away.

Joana’s tone turned firm. "You won’t become a vampire just by drinking my blood. It’s this or death. Drink, or die."

Reluctantly, Cara opened her mouth. The moment Joana’s blood touched her tongue, a warmth spread through her body. Within minutes, her wounds began to heal, her breathing steadied, and her strength returned. She pulled away as soon as she felt whole again.

[Wow! I’m so happy you survived,] Hagrit’s voice rang in her mind.

*I can’t believe it,* Cara thought. *I was sure I was done for.*

"Welcome back, cupcake," Joana said, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Cara stood, glancing around the gruesome scene. Her gaze landed on the severed heads of the Scott brothers. "These bastards deserved this," she said, her voice laced with venom. "Where’s Victor?"

Joana pointed to his limp form. "Right there. Still breathing. For now."

Cara turned to Joana. "Thank you. You saved my life."

Joana shrugged, but her smile softened. "You’re lucky I decided to patrol this area tonight. If I hadn’t, you’d be six feet under."

Cara frowned, her curiosity piqued. "Why were you patrolling here in the first place?"

Joana hesitated, then sighed. "I had a feeling you might be in danger. I wanted to be near you. There, I said it. I came because of you. I wanted to see you, smell you, and, honestly, just be in your presence."

Cara blinked, caught off guard. "Why are you telling me this now, when we’ve got a mess to clean up?"

"Good point," Joana replied with a sly grin. "So, do you have plans for him?" She gestured to Victor.

"Yes," Cara said. "But I want his accomplice to join him."

Joana raised a brow. "Accomplice? Who’s the lucky one?"

"It’s a woman. Lisa," Cara said, her voice hardening. "She helped him capture me."

Joana rolled her eyes. "Bitches will be bitches."

"Do you have a place we can keep them? A dungeon, maybe?" Cara asked.

Joana grinned wickedly. "I’ve got just the place. My house has all the... accommodations we need."

"Good. Here’s the plan," Cara said. "You take care of this mess and get Victor to your house. I’ll head back to the diner and deal with Lisa without raising suspicion."

"Sounds like a plan," Joana agreed. With a casual wave, she grabbed Victor’s unconscious body and disappeared into the night.

Cara took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and started walking back toward the diner, determination hardening her every step.

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Cara reached the store, glancing down at her uniform. Blood, mud, and grass stains were smeared across the fabric—a vivid reminder of the chaos she’d just escaped. She sighed, pulled out her phone, and quickly dialed Farrah. The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hey, Farrah, can you please grab my spare uniform from my locker and bring it to the store?" Cara said, skipping pleasantries.

"Yes, I can," Farrah replied, her tone filled with concern. "But where are you? And where have you been?"

"Just get the uniform. I’ll explain everything when you get here," Cara said, hanging up before Farrah could press further.

Six minutes later, Farrah walked into the store, holding the uniform. Her eyes widened as she saw Cara, taking in the disheveled state of her clothes.

"You look fine, but why is your uniform bloody? What happened?" Farrah asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and alarm.

"Just give me the uniform. I need to change right now," Cara said, reaching for it.

"Not so fast," Farrah replied, pulling the uniform back. "Tell me what happened, or you’re not getting it. I feel like you’re always keeping me in the dark about everything. You still haven’t explained your fire power, either."

Cara sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Okay, fine. Lisa set me up. She asked me to help her bring in some produce from this store, but it was all a trap. Victor Scott ambushed me with his silver chains, beat me up and took me into the woods where his brothers continued the assault." She paused, her voice dropping. "Just so you know, I literally died again. This time, Joana brought me back to life. Can I have the uniform now?"

"Jesus Christ! Are you serious?" Farrah exclaimed, her eyes wide as she handed over the uniform.

Cara snatched it and started peeling off her dirty clothes. "Yes, I’m serious. It all happened tonight."

Farrah’s fists clenched at her sides. "Hurry up and get dressed. We’re going to get that bitch, now," she said, her voice simmering with anger.