Marvel's Princess - Chapter 23
“I can feel that this guy is getting weaker!” James, the Caucasian vampire, was covered in mud and looked disheveled, but his ferocity was undeniable, and he never showed a hint of fear.
Thanks to his powerful sense of smell, even after being delayed and taking a roundabout route, they had still managed to catch up to Bella. Just as they were leaving California and about to enter Arizona, they caught up with her, and Bella spotted them simultaneously.
Within her psychic vision, she noticed something significant following the trio.
Bella couldn’t help but look back, observing as the three vampires also took note of the massive object suddenly appearing behind them.
A black semi-truck burst through the mist, its six headlights illuminating the road like daylight. Although the cab was empty, the steering wheel and gas pedal seemed to be controlled by some unseen force, turning and accelerating!
Without hesitation, the truck sped to its limit, heading straight for the group to crush the vampires and Bella’s pickup into dust.
What is this? Are there so many monsters and ghosts on American roads? Do ordinary people even stand a chance?
Bella stuck her head out the window and squinted for a closer look.
She wasn’t familiar with American trucks, but she managed to make out the license plate.
Each state’s license plates are different, like Washington state’s feature mountains, but the rapidly approaching semi-truck bore a plate that wasn’t from any nearby state.
It looked to be a simple right-angle trapezoid, which Bella recognized as the shape of Missouri on a map.
A Missouri semi-truck, or rather a ghost truck, had traveled across three or four states, enduring all hardships to come to Arizona to kill. What kind of spirit drives such a thing?
She carefully sensed the emotions inside the ghost truck; the vehicle was filled with venom, no doubt another one of Death’s messy schemes, brought from afar to commit murder.
Bella’s psychic energy gently collided with the ghost truck, then quickly withdrew.
She discovered something interesting: the core of the truck was a vengeful spirit, a soul filled with resentment from a violent death.
This guy wasn’t a reasonable person in life, but he died at the hands of three men who then pushed his truck into a mud pit, staging the scene as an accident.
The truck driver’s resentment was unquenchable, and over the years, he attached his vengeful spirit to the truck, occasionally roaming around Missouri.
“Big guy, stop chasing! Can I apologize and make it right?” Bella shouted back.
Her pickup was in front, the vampire trio in the middle, and the ghost truck at the back.
The vampire trio still believed Bella was in cahoots with the ghost truck behind them. They intentionally closed the gap, hoping to make the ghost truck crash into Bella’s pickup, a bit of ‘using one’s spear against one’s shield’.
As Bella shouted, they quickly sped up and jumped to the side of the road, hoping the ghost truck wouldn’t be able to stop in time and would crash into the leading pickup.
The two vehicles were less than ten meters apart. With the ghost truck’s speed, it would only take two or three seconds to hit the leading vehicle, but something unexpected happened. After hearing Bella’s shout, the ghost truck hesitated noticeably, then unnaturally turned its head forty-five degrees and sped even faster toward the black vampire who had jumped to the roadside.
“FUCK! Foda-se a tua mãe!” In a mix of English, Portuguese, and native African languages, the black vampire cursed furiously, feeling a profound sense of discrimination and switching languages several times out of frustration.
Seeing the ghost truck wildly approaching, he couldn’t just headbutt it; there was nothing to do but keep running!
The other two vampires hesitated momentarily, only to see Bella’s pickup speed away without a trace.
They could only grimly go to save their black companion.
James, the white vampire, leaped into the cab of the ghost truck and found it empty. He tried to hit the brakes, but there was no response. He turned the steering wheel, but it wouldn’t budge. He then tried to push the door, only to find it sealed shut, trapping him inside.
The ghost truck continued to accelerate, now targeting the black vampire.
James looked around in confusion, unsure what to do under such circumstances.
“Tear it apart! Destroy this damn thing! Hurry!” The black vampire dodged continuously, but the ghost truck seemed fixated on him, determined to run him over.
No choice but to dismantle it!
James smashed everything he could find in the cab.
The female vampire helped from the outside, targeting the headlights, hood, exhaust pipe, and tires.
The black vampire chased to exhaustion, his eyes blood-red, had no choice but to use his vital blood energy to
Replenish his strength.
“Fuck! Hurry up, will you!”
“Hurry up! This damn thing is going to kill me!”
“Please, save me! I can’t hold on much longer!”
The black vampire kept urging, greatly annoyed James and the female vampire. They were tempted to leave him to be crushed, but then he began to plead desperately.
The female vampire tore the engine out completely as the three vampires and the ghost truck passed over a bridge. James made a mess inside the cab and even kicked two large holes in the door. Just then, the bridge collapsed! The three vampires were caught off guard and fell with the ghost truck.
James angrily pushed aside a vast rock and quickly climbed out of the rubble. His sinister gaze turned to the ghost truck, which looked pitifully wrecked, like scrap metal. It would be worthless even as scrap if not for the vengeful spirit powering it.
The ghost truck’s exhaust pipe puffed out black smoke and then disappeared slowly into the air.
“James!” The female vampire’s call came from a distance; he turned to look.
The female vampire, Victoria, looked extremely disheveled, her otherwise lovely face covered in scratches from a rogue lawnmower, her blond hair looking like a dog had gnawed on it.
“Don’t look at me. Look over there.” She pointed to the other end of the wreckage. James frowned and looked over.
The black vampire was dead.
The bridge had collapsed, and although he had agilely dodged the ghost truck’s fierce impact, he had just landed at the base of the bridge when a grinding stone the size of a millstone, carrying all its weight, smashed violently and precisely into his face, crushing most of his head. Only a tiny part of his jaw, still connected to his neck, indicated he was dead beyond doubt.
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