‘So, this is what being a vampire is like…’, I said to myself as I sat, staring aimlessly in the direction of the several corpses of those who may have lived to achieve something. I banged my head against the wall, hoping that I may wake up from this seemingly never ending nightmare, but to no avail. I had been void of remorse for the living for quite some time, but this was the first time I ever really thought about it.
‘What have I become?’ I ask myself, still in disbelief. The adrenalin rush declines, and I am me again, at least for the time being. I spent some time trying to figure out how I managed to kill all those people, or more to the point, why I killed all those people, not one single person lying there was in one piece, it seemed a little excessive for a vampire.
Things start to become more clear over time, when I fight, I am no longer myself, I have an out of body experience, I guess that must be what its like a be a soul detached from its body. As my adrenalin rises, everything seems go in slow motion, as if I can process what’s going on several times faster than any human brain. The fact that I seemed to have stolen a Japanese Masamune from my best friend’s brother-in-law; just after killing him I assume, might have benefited as well.
But I just sit there, with my arms huddled around legs, still confused as to whether these new abilities that I seemed to obtain are a gift or a curse. But then, I look to my left, in the dark and dank alleyway, and I see her, my love…the light shines through, I had hoped for better things for her, I did not want her to fall victim to this same confusion. But some things are too out of reach to change, such as fate…
‘Aww man! I thought I was lethal before, but look at this!’ I said, in a pessimistic tone of voice. So it would seem that the Vampiric Gene drew me to her for a reason, when that act of true passion consumed us, the darkness consumed our souls. I found it so ironic that sex was the trigger, watching stuff like Buffy and Angel, I had always thought that it had something to do with losing the soul, but instead, it just awoke my vampiric nature, as well as my seemingly supernatural powers.
I had transformed from a normal teenager, to a newly awakened vampire searching for his loved one with whatever soul he may have left, to a vampiric killing machine in such a short time.
Part of us knew that if we allowed the Vampiric Gene to take over and bring us to each other, something like this would happen, but that same part of us just didn’t seem to care. Love is blinding at times, it can be the deadliest thing of all. She sits next to me, blood dripping from her mouth, she tries to convince me not to blame myself. I smile at her. This is the part of me that doesn’t care, the same part of me that would rather be a mass murderer with her, than lead a peaceful life without her.
I grabbed the sword and staggered up off the floor, wiped the blood off my lip, and proceeded in licking it off my index finger. I put my arm around her, and we walked out of the alley as the sun gently rose, nothing seemed to happen though, I guess humans weren’t 100% accurate when it came to vampires. I looked to the left and to the right, if there were any witnesses, I’d have to kill them as well, but all seemed quiet, I looked up at the rooftops, and we jumped up to one of the roofs, and quietly made our escape.
I was quite surprised with how quickly I had gotten used to being a vampire, I started off writing this considering it as some sort of a plague, but now, I realise that it’s only evolution making its mark, we’re just higher up on the food chain, thats all.
I think I realised that the reason I had mellowed about it so quickly, was looking at the love of my life. I had never seen anyone seem so well adjusted to having vampiric qualities as she was, it was as it she had seen it coming all along. It really suited her as well, it seems that the best vampires are always the ones that seemed so innocent beforehand. Unknown to her, the blood dripping down her neck had increased my craving for the only two things that seemed to matter to me anymore, blood and sex. I guess thats why the Vampiric Gene brought us together, so that those two things could finally come about.
I awaited yet another session of passion with the woman I loved, believing that a second time couldn’t possibly do any more damage than the first time. And sure enough, it happened, our animal instincts had overpowered us, by the time we had woken up, it was getting close to nightfall once again. The smell of blood was all around me, I peered over and noticed bite marks in her neck, I felt bite marks on my own neck, we must’ve drained several litres of blood from each other that day.
I got up, and moved my neck from left to right a few times, to get the circulation back again, the girl made a slight groaning sound, and then too woke up. I realised what I had to do…I got dressed, grabbed the sword laying on the ground beside the bed and approached the door.
‘Where are you going?’ she asked.
‘Back out into the streets.’ I replied, ‘To feed.’
‘Wait for me…’ she murmured, as she got changed.
Shortly after leaving the house, we arrived back in the same alley, and before I knew it, I was overcome by the darkness, and once again, I started to kill all those who stood in my way, with no regrets and no remorse.
A few hours later, after the deed is done, and I am back to normal, I sit on the floor, and stare aimlessly at the corpses once again…