S13 - Anti-Vampire

“Come now, Mr. Cullen, you must know better than that. Your father was a surgeon, isn’t that right?” He lowered his hand to his hip. “Surely he must have told you: No doctor would infect themselves if they didn’t have a cure.”

In one swift motion, Wesker flicked his wrist and threw the contents of his pocket at Edward. A single syringe of some silver liquid. It was faster than any bullet, though well within Edward’s usual capacity to avoid. But this wasn’t Edward’s usual. His body betrayed him. His muscles refused to act. That burst of speed had sapped so much of his strength.

The syringe passed easily through Edward’s skin and sank into his shoulder. It stung for only a second before Edward ripped it out and crushed it in his hand. “I know a lie when I see one. Vampirism can’t be cured. Better men than you have tried.”

“Edward…” Shirou stared wide-eyed at him.

Edward suddenly felt it. He felt… alone. He felt at peace. The non-stop noise of every thought in the area had grown quiet. He could see colour coming to his skin, creeping down his arms to his finger tips. He felt a warmth that he’d all but forgotten.

- Season 13, Round 5, /u/7thSonOfSons