My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Vampire Attacks

A bunch of vampires started attacking us. Sofia activates a shield wall around Lisa and Rosse to protect them. Profs. Peter, I, Trysta and Onoval are trying to avenge their attacks. The fight between us against them was inevitable. I still held back when fighting them. It is as if they do not know pain. Want to be beaten several times they still rise and fight. They look a lot more like zombie soldiers than vampires. Are they zombie vampires. If so, it's terrible. We were pretty overwhelmed against those who didn't give us a chance to escape.

"They're not like the vampires we often see. What kind of vampires are they?" asked Sofia who occasionally attacked while no one was paying attention.

"I'll be clear later. You all go! Let me hold them!" onoval shouted to us to leave.

"There's no way we're gonna die alone. Their numbers are too many. You won't be able to win against them all" I said, leaving Onoval alone.

"Yes, we fight them together. I can still fight one to two people" Trysta said with the same mind as me.

"I might be able to beat them all if you're not here" Onoval muttered.

"Then don't hold yourself back!" I said I was surprised by Onoval. "I know everyone has secrets, I mean. So why don't we take them seriously? On condition, do not question about today's events. How's it?"

Onoval thought for a moment. "alright. But we fight them back against each other."

"Okay, don't peek at me."

"Not going to."

"Sofia, let's beat them."

"Can we kill them?" asked Sofia who I was actually about to ask.

"Please. They really should be exterminated."

"It's easier then. Uncle Fang attack them with full force," I whispered to Uncle Fang.

"No problem. Even though my strength is only 50% I can still finish them off."

"You stay inside the shield wall. It will protect you from them" Sofia told Rosse and Lisa.

"Be careful" they said simultaneously.

"It'll be a lot of fun" Sofia stepped out of the shield wall. "alpha (Elafrica xifos)"

A sword appeared with a silvery light in Sofia's hand. That's his main weapon. He would use that weapon when attacking his opponent very seriously. I've only seen him use that weapon once. Sofia started attacking with a sword in her hand. He slashed these vampires with all his might. I also did not remain silent. I attacked them with the strength I had without any more restraint. The dead vampires instantly turned to ashes.

The more intense the fight happened plus the number of them were getting more and more. During the fight I did not feel the slightest movement of Onoval. I want to look and see it. What power Onoval really has and who he really is. But I don't want to break the rules I made myself. Even though I am very curious about this but I want him to tell me his true identity. We're so focused on fighting them that we don't realize that these vampires are actually after Rosse and Lisa. They manage to break the shield wall and take Rosse and Lisa away into the forest.

"AAA ! ! !" they shouted as the vampires took them away.

"Lisa! Rosse!"

Tampa thought long I chased them into the woods. The others were about to catch up with me but they were intercepted by the vampires. I kept chasing them into the woods. I'm not gonna let them hurt Lisa and Rosse. Arriving at an oak tree that looks hundreds of years old. Large tree trunk diameter with a branch span of more than two basketball courts. There I met someone wearing a black robe. I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a headscarf. He must have told these vampires to attack us and kidnap Lisa and Rosse. Who is this guy? Why did he kidnap them? Or did he just want to lure me here by kidnapping them?

"Who are you really? Let go of my brother and my friend!" I said to the man with a high mada.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt them. How about we make a deal?" said the person in a disguised voice.

"Deal?"

"I just need one of them to present to my master. So I'm giving you a chance to choose one of those you want to save. Did you pick your dearest sister, Lisa," the man's cue was to have one of the vampires drag Lisa wild.

"Lisa!"

"Or your friend who... I don't know how much he means to you in your life. I'm not too sure you'd vote for him, but it's up to you" he gestured the same way to get the other vampires to drag Rosse

"Rose!"

"Rin," Rosse said almost inaudibly. He turned his face away from me.

"What's wrong with her? Was he afraid that I would prefer Lisa over her? He was incited by the man's words" I thought.

"Think Rin. You want to save your sister or your friend?"

I glanced at Lisa and then glanced at Rosse. On one side was my biological sister who there was no way I would let her get hurt. And on the other hand is a friend that I consider my brother. I won't be able to pick any of them. I promised Miterra and Aunt Merry to keep their deal together. If one of them was Sofia, I would not have chosen her. No one can hurt the witch. But this... Who will I save first?

"I choose... Lisa," I said, bowing.

"I've guessed it."

"Rin," Rosse was visibly jolted at what had just come out of my lips. His eyes began to fade.

"Take him off" the man orders the vampire to grab Lisa.

"Sister," Lisa ran over to me and immediately grabbed me.

"You okay?"

"Yes. But brother, what about Rosse?" lyrically Lisa on Rosse.

"Can I borrow your hair?"

Tampa approves again I remove the hair ornament embedded in Lisa's hair. It makes her hair look beautiful. The hair ornament I bought for her at the amusement park had a cascading end.

"Compose Rosse!!" I shouted while shooting that hairpiece at him.

Rosse quickly looked down. The result of the hair decoration was right about the forehead of the vampire who gripped him. The vampire was instantly killed and turned into ashes. Rosse took this opportunity to run up to me.

"You're fine Rosse" I asked him.

"Yes," he still looks angry because I didn't choose him.

"Oh... What a great plan. You picked your sister just to get her hair ornament so you could save your friend. But did you ever think that I wouldn't just let you go? Attack them!"

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