Chapter 7: fate walked alone
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"Don't cry," Alucard's words spoke near my ear, as his eyes still locked deep on the sky that now seemed to be bringing in the light of the rising sun.
"Here's some advice," he continued. "When you are immortal—crying will only be a disadvantage."
My ears still listened as if trying with all their might to understand what he meant.
"So instead, bottle it up, all of it—the pain, fear, unhappiness—let it grow inside of your heart.
And then, one day, when you aren't feeling well, just let it out.
That is the only time beings like us are allowed to let tears flow."
He moved close to my 5-year-old figure and brushed my hair with laughter. Then he sighed.
"For us, crying constantly will only cause depression, so only cry once—or at least once every 5 years."
It became silent for a while, until the sun was visible on the horizon of the towering trees.
"Between those years, it will do you good to be carefree," he spoke continuously. "Laugh, have fun, and enjoy speaking to yourself."
"Only after you enjoy being alone—can you prevent the madness that comes with the power of the Gods."
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"Pussy," Vlad let out a tainted word as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
He was feeling lonely—yet he couldn't help but laugh at his sudden actions.
Looking at his once ringing phone, Vlad gazed at the number, tapping its contact—and deleted it.
His mind, thinking of the fact that the woman he once called family had now forgotten him.
Wiping the remaining fragments of the tears he had once released, Vlad moved to the kitchen—took a glass off the cupboard and poured himself some water.
Drinking, his mind felt refreshed.
'I need money,' he simply thought, as he put away the glass and wore his shoes to prepare for his leave.
Getting out of the door, Vlad's gaze moved upward, staring at the clouds that covered the sun.
They proved effective, even if Vlad's eyes still narrowed—a testament to his curse.
He could still feel the slight effects of fatigue, even if they were faint. They were still noticed.
Vlad didn't own a car or any type of vehicle, so he decided to simply walk instead, feeling as if the temperature and air felt rather refreshing.
Moving around, he noticed that the streets seemed too empty, which was now beginning to make sense, because according to an article he had once read, Forks was a place that housed at least 3 thousand people—a small town.
So it made sense that the streets were mostly under-crowded, given that the only people Vlad could see were those either driving their cars or fast-moving vehicles.
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An hour later, Vlad was met with a rather populated area—a shopping centre.
Moving forward, he saw what looked to be a food truck, so swiftly, Vlad approached its vendor and bought some food.
It was a hot dog and some chips.
After eating—his throat felt rather parched.
It was as if something inside of it was tickling him, and the more he thought about it, the more it intensified in pressure.
He felt thirsty—very.
"I guess the time has come," he joked as he laughed slightly.
Moving forward and grabbing a chair that stood at the food truck's centre, Vlad sat down and began to focus
Closing his eyes and concentrating on something only he knew.
A woman who was walking almost 10 feet away from him suddenly stopped her steps. Her eyes widened as they turned faintly crimson red.
It was faint, and it was only visible for a second until it instantly disappeared.
Her expression returned to one so neutral.
Until she took out her phone and began browsing for some time.
Vlad suddenly received a message.
Opening his eyes and losing his focus, Vlad picked up his phone, only to discover that the woman who had once acted strangely had sent 3 dollars into his bank account.
A faint smile appeared on Vlad's lips as he placed the phone he was holding back into his pocket, and proceeded to close his eyes—proceeding to focus.
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3 hours passed, and only now did Vlad finally open his eyes.
Moving his hand and looking at his messages—there were hundreds.
Each message housing a different amount.
From one dollar, straight up to 50.
All accumulated, summing up to a stunning 7 thousand.
Vlad didn't consider himself a criminal.
He just took money from those who had it. But just enough for them to never notice.
He wouldn't take from those he felt were poor, or those who didn't have enough in their account, just those he deemed worthy.
And now, for 3 hours, he had gained an amount that would take some a full month to earn.
"Mind control is troublesome," he couldn't help but speak out as he felt an increase in his overall fatigue.
Although the fatigue from the sun didn't decrease his strength or make him any weaker—it still gave him the feeling of being weak.
Which for him felt extremely frustrating.
And then, as if in command, a mysterious woman who was wearing a suit appeared out of nowhere, and on her hand, slightly hidden by a cloth, was a bag filled with blood—a blood bag.
She moved her figure toward Vlad's direction, and quickly handed it to him.
Vlad only smiled at her actions, as he couldn't help but thank the heavens that when he was seated accumulating money, he had entered the mind of a scientist who for some unknown reason had blood bags in her house.
This not only made things easier for Vlad, but it proved to be too helpful. So he commanded her to get the bag for him.
Taking the bag, and commanding the woman to leave.
Vlad moved to an area that seemed to attract the least amount of people.
Making sure to place a mental barrier around himself, he began to open the bag's zipper.
This was the first time Vlad had ever had a taste of blood—or at least human blood.
The only blood he had tasted since becoming a vampire was the blood of a chicken.
All he could say was that it was sweet—like candy, yet it didn't have the overpowering factor, and on top of that, it seemed to be filling and satisfying to the stomach—in relation to sugar.
Bringing the blood closer to his lips, Vlad felt the slight edge to shove it down his throat—he felt too impatient.
Yet he didn't feel overwhelmed by it. It didn't control him. It still felt like a choice.
If he wanted, he could stop his actions, and he wouldn't feel in the slightest regret.
Moving it closer, he drank from its opening.
As veins grew larger from his throat.
His eyes, which were once bright blue, turned red in color—bright red. The type of brightness that could light the night.
Then he stopped drinking because the blood was finally finished. It didn't take time—just less than a minute, and he had drunk his full.
His eyes, which once turned red, returned to their brightly light blue colour.
His bulging neck veins turned back to their size.
And his vision cleared as he finally gained his sight.
He felt refreshed—almost too much, but then his eyes began to narrow as the curse took hold.
Returning to what they were—tired.
Looking down and staring at his shirt, he noticed that some of the blood had stained its surface.
With a smile, the shirt began to twist out of reality, as red floating mist became slightly visible—then it stopped.
The blood, which had once stained his shirt, had completely vanished, and the shirt, which was stained by the blood, had become completely brand new.
The power he held, the power he felt—it was too much, perhaps too addictive.
Moving out of the mentally restricted area.
Vlad continued his walk, not just walking to the unknown, but moving with purpose.
'Guess I'll have to prepare for school,' his mind slightly thought, thinking about his previous adventures of being homeschooled when he was younger.
But now that no one was controlling his life—now that Alucard had no say, his path had just begun—a fate he had never chosen, a fate he must walk—alone.
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