I woke up in a room with one wall completely broken, it was night and I had no idea who I was or what I was doing there, I just had a really dark and frightening dream about vampires but it seemed very real to be a dream, as if it was a memory.
Weirder than that, I couldn’t remember anything else.
Looking around I could see only trash around, it smelled like dead things, and dead for quite some time, decomposing things, and the worse part is that the the putrid smell was apparently from my clothes.
I felt terrible with a really bad and debilitating stomachache, my head was hurting, I could stand up, but I managed to walk outside, it seemed like the only option to find out exactly where I was and find some help.
Leaving that broken room and looking back it seemed that I was inside a windmill in the middle of a park, in that hour of the night there was almost no one in the park, my clothes were all shredded, I looked like a homeless reject, but I was decided to find help somewhere, I couldn’t simply stay there.
For some reason I was able to see and hear everything really well, I was able to hear so well that I could hear the steps of anyone walking in the entire park, when I found a person walking I could hear the hearth beating, I could clearly see their veins pumping blood.
And that sound was causing a strange desire in me, I was feeling a rage building inside, a hunger that was tearing my entrails, my entire body was aching and I wanted to share that pain with anything or anyone that was close enough, I needed to eat something to make that hunger stop.
Apparently I lost control because the next instant when I came back to senses, or the closest thing to senses that my sorry state allowed, I had a dead runner in my feet, my mouth and clothes were full of blood. Everything indicated that I somehow killed that men that just wanted to run in the park at night.
And now I had more problems, if no memory and that shitty smell were not enough, now I was also an assassin, but judging by the smell and the color of the dirty in my clothes this was probably not the first time.
On the good side I was feeling a lot better now, nothing hurt anymore and I felt like I had energy to run a marathon.
I dragged the body back to the windmill and realized that the dream was not a dream, that I was actually a vampire, something that should not exist, at least I thought it should now exist, since I couldn’t remember anything before the last hour when I work up.
I sat down to think and noticed a small black dot blinking in the periphery of my vision, tried moving my head and look to where it was but the blinking black dot always stayed in the top right view field.
But thinking about the blinking dot caused something weirder than being a vampire to happen, a translucent screen appeared in front of my eyes:
Status Sheet
- Name: Unknown
- Level: 0 (5% to next)
- Race: Vampire
- Strength: 10
- Dexterity: 4 (impaired by brain damage)
- Stamina: 10
- Intelligence: 4 (impaired by brain damage)
- Dark Energy: 5 (100% impaired by brain damage)
- Abilities:
- Life Steal (blood)
- Shape-shift (inactive require level 5)
- Energy control (level 0)
- Illnesses:
- Brain damage causing memory loss (95% healed)
Memory recovery not possible
Looking at that screen with some kind of information about myself my day got even weirder, and my problems only increased.
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The screen disappeared once my thoughts changed to my current situation.
It seems that I am a vampire, I must get rid of a body, probably not the first and not the last, but I had no clue what I’ve done with the previous ones, I have no clue about who I am, how I got here and what is my name, and finally, how am I supposed to survive without a penny in my pocket and knowing nothing about being a vampire.
Adding to that, I have brain damage, and a stats sheet like in a game, but no clue of what to do with that information or even if those stats are good or bad.
Pretty sure the ones “impaired by brain damage” are bad, but on the bright side, it seems that the brain damage is healing, or I’m completely crazy, murdering people and hallucinating, but I’ll go with the vampire idea first, thinking that I’m crazy won’t be good for my self esteem.
At least now I can think on a full belly, and without all that pain. It probably could be worst.
First thing to improve in my situation should probably be the smell, and another place to hide, that broken excuse for a room in the windmill won’t cut for long.
There was a lake near the windmill, and my clothes were the smelliest part of the problem, I took the clothes from the dead runner, and took a bath on the lake, the water smelled like goose, but it was better than my putrid smell.
Now smelling like goose shit instead of putrid bodies, which seemed an improvement, with cleaner clothes stolen from a dead body what didn’t felt great, but that was the best I could do right now.
I decided to walk in the streets around the park, I could not really remember any of those streets, but they felt familiar, that probably meant I lived nearby.
Searching for a place to hide, there was a bridge linking the park to a few sport courts, and after that a few older buildings, after those buildings in a side street there was a big house, the only house in a neighborhood full of tall buildings, and with a huge courtyard.
The house seemed to be abandoned, I jumped over the walls and sprinted through the courtyard, found a window that was easy enough to break and got into the house.
Everything was dirty and covered in dust, but it seemed a good enough place to spend the day.
It was still dark, I still had to find out how to survive, it was probably a bad idea to kill random people in the streets, that was prone to attract unwanted attention, but right now, the only thing I needed was a dark place to hide until tomorrow night.
When I woke up after the same dream as the night before, feeling like shit again, with a huge acute pain in my stomach, caused by a hunger that was enough to mostly debilitate me, but at least my head was clear, I had to fix my hunger problem before anything else.
I left my abandoned palace to find another victim, after some thought it is probably a good idea to search for homeless person, its less likely to draw too much attention if they disappear.
I found a homeless guy sleeping in my doorstep and thought that night was starting a lot better, I punched the guy by surprise and he hit his head on the floor and was out for enough time for me to drag him inside the house to suck him dry, I need to figure out how to dispose of these bodies before they start piling up.
Now with a full stomach I had to figure out how things will work from now on, going for a walk with the same clothes I stole from that guy in the park yesterday I saw on the television in a bar I walked through a policeman talking about the body found in the park the night before and I thought I was in a deep pool of shit.