PROLOGUE
“Blood is ‘lives’.” -Count Dracula
DUSK
Recently, it’s been quite a mess, really. A vampire with a compulsion to have delusional thoughts, caused by too much psychic power. Psychic powers that include hypnosis, telepathy, mind-reading, clairvoyance, seeing the future, knowing people’s karmic personalities, reading people like a book with a glance, invading one’s mind and turn them insane, glaring into someone’s soul into infecting them with my own insanity. Such overpowered abilities as a psi-vamp, which they call energy vampires, broke my psyche, which is of course, my mind, corrupting it into utter lunacy.
Having my own mind to be plagued with such psychosis. Into utter confusion, the mind’s impulse to think vampires do not exist, even though I am one, at the same time, thinking they do, and being aware enough of my own madness, I somehow think I am a vampire who has a delusion that vampires do not exist but they actually do, and the spiralling loophole continues on and on without cease. Seizing my own thoughts, running rampant and wild, like a savage river down to a waterfall, behind it having the treasure, which is the cure to the agony of my own insanity. It is none but my inevitable end, if I wish to end my suffering now.
Thus, having my own thoughts and emotions puzzled, utterly, they are none of my own but the compulsion of the mind. Such powers to control people’s thoughts, thinking it is their own. Clearly, I’ve mastered it enough in order to get myself the absolute freedom I’ve wished for. It was just hope. In the end, it was a wish, a dream that came true.
Now walking in the streets of Downtown, occurring in San Fernando City. To which are located in the higher regions of the Philippines in Southeast-Asia. I may or may not be convinced by such of the horrors of the rebellious group of vampires I’ve been a part of, signed a contract with the oath of my own blood. I once remember that my master gutted my stomach up to my chest, where I bathed in my own blood as part of the ceremony.
Some say…, it is a cult of some sort. I’d say it is a society, a society where I can belong, but the only tenet I do not agree with, secretly, is to reject my humanity.
As a vampire, once you have died, turned into one, your soul is gone, where your humanity is no more. According to their tenet, in explanation, of course, is that as a vampire, once alive as a human, now an undead creature, your humanity is but a stain to your new unlife. As a vampire, you are more than human, probably more than beast, the higher aristocrat of human society. Human emotions that are left in your now a vampiric brain, that are not even considered alive anymore, as everyone that once loved you as you were alive are no more than burdens in your vampiric life. You are higher than human, not equal, nor lower just because you are more than a beast.
Having to embrace your inner monster is the way to be powerful as a vampire, and not to linger the past life you had as a human. Having such touchstones such as your human loved ones that no longer believes you are alive will just ruin your ultimate goals you never achieved once you were human.
As a vampire, you can do anything you want, you have power, wealth, women, anything you have ever wished for. What more can you have?
Only if you accept the beast within, and not seen as a separate entity, but accept it as your true self, and learn how to tame it and control it with proper discipline and sheer willpower with the right amount of determination. You know you are in for a treat.
But myself? I don’t have any wishes at all. My only wish is to gain my ultimate freedom. That’s about it. As for freedom, I was locked up in a mental ward. I was given a choice if I wanted to be free. Join the undead, leave the past, and continue to my everlasting future of every wish I desire, but I have to leave my humanity away.
It happened on a dark night. I could still hear the echoing voices of mentally insane patients screaming, laughing, and muttering in the asylum to this day. Having to vividly remember that same night, a man had come to visit me during the early night before everyone was heading to bed.
Peculiar, yet so curious, also idiotic of me to come and see such a visitor that was none of my loved ones, but a stranger. He claims to be my “father”, which I’ve never met in my life. As my father had been fed up with my madness, he left me in this asylum to rot, instead of planning to get me temporarily rehabilitated here. I could understand why, if he pays, I can get out of here and stay with him. If he didn’t, I would stay here for the rest of my life.
One Caucasian man came wearing a dark, yet crimson suit that was red as blood, having him to have black leather gloves that shined by the lights of the asylum, as every patient else was already coming back to their cell rooms. While me? I was told to stay here, out in the open soccer field in the asylum. To be truthful, I’ve never seen a Filipino play soccer before, as we do not have such a sport here, unless it is an international school for Americans to come here and study, as well as for every other foreigner.
The man was mysteriously tall, having an evil energy coming from him, a dark aura that channels his energy to everyone surrounding him as he comes to walk up towards me, as he looks down. I see his eyes were blue, blonde dyed hair that is slicked back, and stubs on his chin and under his nose. He wasn’t the best looking, if I were, to be honest. Even if I am pansexual, I still have my standards high for a mentally handicapped person as myself.
But the thing is, no matter how terrible he looks, well he is decent but not the most handsome. At first glance I just didn’t like looking at his face. But something caught my eye, and it was the pair of his own. I felt enthralled for some reason. He looked at me as if he was staring into my soul and felt my heart pumping, my mind hazy, and my head dizzy. I could not look away for a single moment at all.
That’s when he spoke and said, “You are mine.”
That’s when my mentally non-existent composure and resolve fired back at him. I laughed like a complete lunatic. I was expecting he’d be surprised because I felt like I knew what he was trying to do. Unfortunately, he didn’t, as if he was used to such a behaviour, or an expected comeback.
“You’re a vampire too, I know it.” I danced like a jester. “It’s because I could sense it, well not really, more like… um… reading your mind?”
“Child, I wasn’t even trying.” He replied to my francing, “That was just my usual appeal.”
“Your appeal is coming up to a random, mentally disabled person and flirting with them out of nowhere?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, and? Who cares?”
His calm demeanour seemed patient. “If you would act like this, I suppose I will not give you the freedom you want out of here. Think of the things you could do. This was a waste of my time.”
“Wait!”
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“That’s what I thought.”
“You just gave the worst first impression, is all. What’s the catch? Join your little after-school club?”
“What do you think?”
“And you came here to be my vampire daddy? Like, literally, not in a sexual way.”
“It could be both. I know what you want.”
“So, how did you find me, anyway?”
“You don’t need to know. What matters is if you join me, I’ll take care of you, your expenses, and everything else. As well as for blood.”
“Will there also be caffeine juice?”
“Absolutely. I’ll give you an unlimited supply of coffee.”
“Deal, but wait-, I need to know if you were the one in my dream last night.”
“That wasn’t a dream.”
“I KNEW IT!”
“That dream-”
“So, so, so! You're telling me that I already was a vampire, but extremely weak? You turned me into a more powerful vampire boy, and I have no other choice but to join you because a vampire daddy is hard to disobey from his vampire kid, right, right, right?!”
“You seem excited, which is very cute, I must say. And yes, correct.”
“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!”
“The discharge papers are already signed, and I have your clothes in the limo.”
“Why would you risk something you aren’t sure of?”
“Because I am confident in my well-thought plans. Once I confirm it, I know it will never fail.”
“Pfft! So, you are a Pride vampire.”
“Yes, we have seven deadly types of vampires. I am Pride.”
“So, basically turning me into a vampire as a Pride will turn me into a Pride type?”
“You were already a vampire before I had to drain you and replace that with my own blood to give you more power. That sort of act is illegal.”
“Drinking blood or killing anyone and forcing someone to drink your blood is already considered illegal.”
“In the human world.”
“So, you’re telling me the voices are right, there is this called ‘The Council’ which is a vampiric government like The Illuminati from the Avengers in that Doctor Strange movie?”
“Correct.”
“I’m so smart, you know, reading your mind is so fun for a ‘so-called’ vampire overlord like yourself, which, of course, I already know, I just read your mind.”
“Mmm, yes. You could be useful to me, since you are special.”
“Nope, you chose me because I can walk in the sun and eat food. I haven’t aged a bit since. Plus, I don’t go crazy if I don’t drink blood. I only take some if I feel like it.”
“That’s not the reason why you are weak. It is because you didn’t find your potential. My blood can only help you figure it out faster and master it with more precision and easier.”
“So… you’re telling me that… the mind reading power and the other psychic ability such as hypnotising that one hot nurse so I can fuck her really good wasn’t a delusion, then? It actually worked more than it’s meant to be hard as usual?”
“Correct.”
“I love how you’re so patient and let me talk while I ask questions and answer them by reading it off your head.”
“I only let you read my mind for my amusement, as you think you can overpower my mind. That gift I gave you, you can abuse it as much as you want. But I will never let you overpower me; it must always be done the other way around… you understand me?”
“Hmph! No!”
“Look at me.”
I looked up at him.
“You will obey me…”
“NO! I SHAN’T!”
“Then I will not help you. I can always hypnotise the nurse to take you back to that padded cell.”
“No, wait! I’m sorry!”
“Then obey me.”
“Fine…”
“Say, ‘Yes, Master.’”
“Yes… master…” I murmured.
“Good…”
“Can we go now? I fuckin’ hate this fuckin’ place. I want to burn it.”
“I can burn it for you, if that is what you wish.”
“Are you kidding?! Killing those innocent people?! Let’s do it!”
Sooner, a few weeks have passed, I am becoming more and more stable, well not mentally, it’s been worse, yet my demeanour has been keeping its composure very easily and my appeal doesn’t seem to break loose out of madness as usual. This blood is helping me control my psychic powers that are no longer controlling my mind.