My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Let's settle this quickly; there's a girl waiting for me." With just those words, Dante reappeared in front of Gron and landed a punch to his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground immediately.

Then

SMACK

He delivered a kick that made the boy's head hit one of the bathroom stall doors; the stall became splattered with blood, but Dante didn't care, as he wouldn't be the one cleaning it up anyway.

"One less," he said, looking directly at the other one; this was Morry, who was wielding a small sword.

He had taken it out of his storage ring, an immensely expensive item that only nobles possessed, clearly showing that he wasn't just anyone.

He rushed forward and tried to slash Dante, who dodged to the left and pushed him away. Dante didn't want to use any magic, as it might reveal who he was or could simply kill these idiots.

After the dodge, Dante kicked Dominic in the stomach, who was acting as if he wasn't involved.

"AHHH" He screamed.

Alexander had stood still, thinking it was just a simple matter, something even Grom or Morry could handle, but now he turned to Dante and went at him with great speed.

HA

A strong punch was thrown by Alexander, but Dante caught his fist; it was the first time in his life that something like this had happened. As he pondered it, he received an elbow straight to his nose, which started to bleed.

Morry got up; his head was bleeding, but he couldn't care about that right now. The bastard in front of him was fighting against four and winning. Their pride was at stake. Losing 4 against 1 would be shameful, and if the school found out, it would be a murder to their growing reputation.

Morry tried to land a sneak attack, but Dante sensed it before and intercepted it with his leg, delivering a kick to Morry's shin that destabilized him.

On the other side, Alexander came and landed a blow to his face; it was enough to make Dante's nose bleed.

Then another blow came and hit his stomach, causing him to stagger back slightly.

'Four against one is still tricky... Could my Valentina handle this?' Dante wondered as he adjusted his stance.

'What a stupid question, she could fight an army alone.' Dante said, and soon, part of his anger began to emanate from his body. The atmosphere began to chill, at least for the four.

'Just don't kill them, and it's all good.' Valentina's words passed through his mind when she mentioned visiting the Tower of Nightmares.

Dante didn't care. His body slightly loosened up and became lighter. He landed a jab directly to Morry's chin, who instantly passed out.

He was completely defeated.

Alexander already had a furious expression on his face, but he didn't lose himself. He just started using aura to reinforce his physique.

He made a slight dash across the reasonably small bathroom for a fight and struck Dante again, who managed to block it.

"Hey, mutt." Dante said, holding onto Alexander's hand. "Are you trying to die?" Dante said with an empty look on his face, like a black hole, and Alexander tried to pull away but couldn't; his hand was stuck.

"I hate people like you," Dante said but received a punch to the stomach again, coming from the guy named Dominic who had fallen earlier.

GASP

'Damn! Wasn't this asshole supposed to be knocked out?' Dante almost vomited his breakfast after the punch he received.

"Enough of this child's play," Dante said and infused a bit of aura into his punch, hitting Dominic's arm, who immediately flew unconscious.

Next, he imbued more mana into his hand and was about to deliver a fatal blow to the guy holding him. But a hand grabbed his. Dante was clearly going to kill everyone in that place.

"Enough," said an older guy wearing a darker uniform. He was over 1.80 meters tall and quite muscular.

"Who the hell is-"

SMACK

Alexander received a closed fist punch to the face, making him faint instantly. "This guy has caused enough trouble," the guy said as he picked up all four and placed them on his shoulders, two on each side.

'What monstrous strength is this?' Dante wondered as he witnessed something surreal before his eyes. Was this guy a teenager? His strength was that of a trained adult!

"I know you can handle yourself, just make sure you won't kill anyone like you were about to, Dante Scarlet."

"How did you..." Dante wanted to ask but was interrupted. "Student Council member. Darius, pleasure to meet you, Scarlet's son," Darius said with a smile on his face, clearly knowing everything.

"Was it the director?" Dante asked quickly. "Yes, everyone on the council knows. Fortunately, the one in charge of looking after you was the president, but as she was busy, I had to come when I saw that Demi-human running to the infirmary."

"Luckily, I arrived on time," Darius said and turned. "If you need anything, feel free to come to the Student Council; we are open to you. That's the message from our president."

"And what about this place?" Dante said, pointing to the blood-filled bathroom. "Leave it as it is, wash your face, and return to your next class; we'll take care of everything for now," he added and walked away.

"What a nice guy," Dante said and went to the sink, looking at his slightly bloodied face. His nose had burst, and his lips were covered in blood.

"It's better than bowing your head and taking a beating in silence..." he said as he cleaned up; there was only blood, and the wounds had already completely healed.

"I will never be like them, even if I have to kill them."

His cold and emotionless eyes returned. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his dark thoughts began to fill his mind again.

When Dante came out, he saw a girl sitting in front of the bathroom entrance. The bell had already rung, and classes had resumed.

She looked at his downtrodden face, and she didn't say anything, just stood up and walked towards the boy. Something seemed wrong from the beginning; she wanted to ask, but she didn't. She simply felt the warmth of his hand and held it firmly as she pulled him gently.

No one said a word, just silence.

'And here I thought you were going to be a barbaric and disgusting man like the stories describe your mother. You're actually kind of cute.'

Those were the only thoughts she could have as she held Dante's hand and guided him, who seemed more like a soulless body, someone who broke for no reason.

Sara thought lightly and walked away, her eyes turned slightly golden, and a horrible sensation ran through her entire body. Slightly, for the first time in her life, she thought only of tearing the Wolf apart until he was dead and dismembered in front of her.

'Alexander Sucellus... you will pay, you wolf piece of shit.'

The expression she saw on Dante's face was terrifying.