It was another foggy, rainy, cloudy day in London. Nothing special, just the mundane drive to work. But, it didn’t stay that way. Once I was finished with my daily work I had to take the garbage out at the end of the day. As I walked to the garbage in the alley, there was something different. I saw a man dressed in all black on the sidewalk starring at me, you couldn’t see his face but I knew he was watching me. I got out my pen just in case, there have been a few muggings lately and I didn’t want to be another statistic. As I picked up the garbage to put it in the can something lunged at me, just in the corner of my eye I saw this black blur attack me! I felt a sharp burning pain in my neck, and I saw it was the man dressed in black he managed to charge at me in seconds. I rammed my pen right into his eye it broke off as he jumped back and ran. I was horrified! I felt these marks on my neck as a stumbled into the office bathroom, two spaced deep sharp stabs right in the side of my neck. I washed them out and went home.
I took a few days off but about two days later I was becoming very sick. I would look in the mirror my skin turning pale, my hair becoming pitch black and perhaps strangest of all, my eyes turned to an unusual gray. I went down to the hospital and met with a doctor, he thought the hair and eyes was just me being superstitious because I was sick. I hid the marks on my neck and he prescribed me a multi vitamin, figuring I was suffering from bad diet or something.
About three days after the incident I had done some online research on my conditions. What I found terrified me, they all pointed to “vampirism” or being a vampire. I tried to rationalize it, but it made sense I was bitten in the neck and now I was beginning to fit all of these various conditions based on superstition. After finding that I could be a “vampire” I went to the church and had a word with the priest. He didn’t say much, he thought I just needed a tan. But he knew…
A little after the priest stopped by my house unannounced I was rather surprised. I invited him and gave him a cup of coffee. He set a cross on the table and as soon as he pulled it out I got a terrible headache. And then he pulled out a small vile of water, and out of nowhere splashed it on my arm! I jumped, it burned I thought it was acid!
“What the hell!” I yelled with my hand over where he splashed me.
“You’re a demon!” He yelled and pointed!
“That’s crazy!” I defended with an uncertain voice
“Then why did you jump!?” He accused me.
“It scared me you crazy old man, not every day you have some man just splash water on you! It scared me!” and as I gestured at him he saw the burns where the water hit my arm.
“You’re arms got burns on it! You’re not just a demon, you’re a vampire! You fit the description to a tee!”
I stared at him blankly trying to keep him from seeing the bite marks or getting more evidence for his crazy idea. But it didn’t make much of a difference. Out of nowhere he pulled a knife, decorated with ritualistic marks and it was made of silver. And he charged me! The knife dug into the skin of my arm when I blocked it, it didn’t only cut me it burned me!
“You crazy old bastard!” I yelled and then I took the offensive! I lunged at him and pushed him, he went flying a good meter and hit the wall, crumbling some of it! He looked at me in fear, but I was equally surprised at what I did, I felt super human. He jumped to his feet and I swung with my hand, and as I did my finger nails extended like claws! I hit him on the side of the face, three long jagged cuts in the side of his face! He stumbled to the side of me and ran for the door. He ran pretty fast for an old man, quick enough to get to his car and peel out in seconds.
I laid there with these burns on my arm, and this searing pain from the knife. I wasn’t sure what to do. The next day I went outside on the new bright and sunny day, I felt awful in the sun. I felt like I was having heat stroke in 19degree weather, my head burned and my vision began to haze. I went back to bed but only to wake up later in the night. I was better at night and I went for a small walk to clear my head. But one thing kind of haunted me. On the internet it said a vampire must obtain life force from living beings to live. While walking a stray dog ran up and bit my hand, and I grabbed this pit-bull and lifted it up. I looked at it and thought to myself…”Life force” nothing said it had to be human, now did it? Sparing the details I bit the dog’s neck and I guess the best words would be “drained” It. I felt incredible, I felt like the strongest thing ever, I felt like I could lift anything and out run anyone.
But the next morning, the next night was horrible. I woke up with the smell of smoke my house was burning! I looked outside to find 6 people armed with molative cocktails, pistols and clubs. It was daytime when I feel sick and they were going to take advantage of that fact and kill me. I thought about calling the cops, but by the time they made it out here to the country I’d be long dead, I had to run.
I got on my clothes grabbed my money and ran out the back, choking from smoke and burning in the sun. But luckily I was away from them. They were yelling “Get out here freak” and “we’re gonna kill you’re demon ass” I assumed they must have known the priest. And I managed to run to the city, where I just walked all day, but then towards night I went to the airport. I thought about it, the fact that if everyone found out I was some sort of demon they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I bought a one-way ticket to America, some city in northern Wisconsin.
I got off the long plane flight and it was almost mourning, I walked to find a hotel and slept through the day to avoid the sun. And I realized that I was almost a fugitive now, I had to hide from everyone and keep myself hidden. But I couldn’t live off my money forever; I had to find a job but I needed one where they wouldn’t need thousands of personal details, one where I could make just enough money for a house.
I walked around at night, and went to a “Wal-Mart” It was a massive store, I figured they would need workers. As soon as I walked in some crazy blonde woman began shouting at me.
“Would you like a cart sir!?!?!?” She yelled.
“No thanks miss” I tried to walk away nicely and she followed me.
“hey hey hey” she kept saying. “Would you like that Shopping CART now!?” putting this absurd emphasis on the word “cart”.
“No I don’t want a freaking cart!” I yelled at her. And she backed away.
I went up to the service desk and asked about getting a job. The woman there just stared at her coffee. I was getting frustrated because the blasted woman didn’t even notice me! I just decided to leave, and on the way out that girl decided to follow me!
“hey hey hey, what did you manage to buy without that cart huh!?” She said in this snotty tone.
“Please, go away lady.” I said, trying my absolute hardest to be nice as she followed me, bothering me! But she did finally leave after about three blocks.
It was lonely walking around at 1 in the morning, coming to the realization of my problem. I no longer had my friends, never had much family and I’m stuck living in that motel for now.
As I was walking…I heard this yell, shouting and yelling. I stopped to listen to the noise. Then I heard a gunshot and ran to it! It was a Twenty four seven doughnut shop and a man ran out dressed in black with a bag full of cash. I chased him down as he ran into an alley, he was a good three blocks ahead of me but in mere seconds I was caught up to him right behind him! I grabbed him, and just as I did he turned and fired. Three bullets hit me in the chest and as they did I grabbed his arm and threw the gun out of his hands, threw him across the alley and grabbed the sack of money. He looked at me in complete horror, and I realized why. I felt the holes in my shirt where he had hit me and there was no wound. A mere scar, it was as if it healed instantly. He just got up and ran and I decided to take the cash and return it.
On my way back to the shop I saw the store owner yelling on the phone. But as I walked in and put the money on the counter he hung up. He ran to the desk and looked at the bag and then back at me.
“Did you chase down that gun wielding maniac!?” He asked in disbelief.
“Yes” I said with a small smirk on my face.
“Here, please take some of the money, I think it’s fair you risked your life to save it!” He pleaded gesturing the money.
“No” I said, “but could I be offered a job?”
“A job?” He said uncertainly. “the pays not great, hell if you’re willing to chase down an armed robber join the police force!”
We went into the back room, and I explained my circumstances. I told him I had organized crime lords coming after me so I would have to be paid in cash and under the table. He understood, and we both knew that he was going to under pay me but I was ok with any income.
But on my walk home I began to think about this. Like what kind of doughnut shop is open all the time? And what kind of people buy baked goods at 2 in the morning? And what kind of cliental do they get, I mean the manager just hired me illegally with barely an interview, if the employees can be that “off” then imagine customers.
The next night I was ready for work walked out about 9P.M just as the sun was setting. I walked in to find the manager waiting for me. He gave me an apron and told me to get to work. Then he left me there with this other guy. We didn’t get very many customers, and my co worker didn’t do a damn thing, made me clean make the doughnuts, coffee and even the cookies. Then about an hour after work began he left! Just decided to leave and let me try it all by myself on the first day.
Things weren’t bad though, almost everyone who came in where night janitors and drunk business men. But not all, at about 2PM some crazed old lady walked in. She smelled like dirt and look like it to, frazzled old gray hair bad teeth. Then she just stood there and spun in circles.
“Can I help you ma’am?” I asked
“no no no, just lookin for me cat!” in this frail weird voice.
‘Your cat isn’t in here..?” I tried to say
“ You just need to get my pizza there sonny! I’ll be a finding my cat soon” She yelled.
I was completely lost.
“Ma’am, we don’t have pizza so-“
“WHAT kinda doughnut shop aint have no pizza!? You’re a crazy little dumby if you think you don’t serve pizza! Cuz you do!” She cut me off to yell
“ Please leave ma’am”
“Fine I’m leavin but im going to tell all of my friends not to ever get pizza from here.” And she walked out. I thought to myself good, I really don’t want anyone like that in here again. At 4pm, my shift finally ended, and now I have to do it all over again tomorrow and the next day. Great.
I’ve been working there three days now, and the people haven’t gotten much stranger. As I walked in the night seemed darker than usual, and I had some clean clothes finally. But in the middle of my shift a man dressed in all black walked in with a bat. He demanded the money or he was going to beat me with the bat. I wasn’t even slightly afraid. I smiled at him, told him to get lost. So he swung his bat, right at my head! And I grabbed it and yanked it out of his hands in a moment! Then took it, lifted over my knee, and cracked it right over my thigh, took both pieces and threw them in the garbage. Then I just smiled at him. “Will that be all today?” I said in this cruel sarcastic tone. He ran out, seemed mad that I broke his bat.
The next day, everything went about the same. And sadly the exact same, As I was cleaning the crummy old yellow floor, guess who came in. The same man that had the bat he came in and shoved a pistol in my face! He demanded the money, his finger tight on the trigger and he wasn’t messing around. I grabbed his hand and squeezed his forearm till I heard this blood curdling snap! The gun slid out of his hand and he had tears down his face as I was crushing his arm, then I just let go. And he stumbled out in fear of me. I actually felt proud of what I had done, using my power to ruin the most despicable. I felt like I was actually useful.
I had worked this job for about a month now and moved into a small apartment. things had been pretty normal, but nothing stays the same for me. About 1AM an old man walked in, he was bald, giant walker and no teeth and he just sat down. After about 10 minutes he began eating the sugar packets, not ripping them open and eating the sugar, no he was eating it whole, packet and all. he ate about 4 before I said anything.
"Excuse me sir, would you like to purchase anything?"
"No I'm fine right here sonny!" he said in this firm yet raspy old voice.
"Could you please not eat all of the sugar?" I said, trying to be nice.
"Look here sonny! I'm an old man, Ain't got no teeth, and I'll eat all the sugar I want!" He yelled!
"Sir, you seriou-" he cut me off
"Look here sassy pants! Back in my day, I had to walk up hill both ways in the rain to get my sugar, and now that im an old man I'm gonna eat all the sugar I want!"
"uh..."
"Don't you "uhh" me you little wiper snapper! I autta put you over my knee ya'know! Back in my day If I "uhhed" someone they sent me into the military! Oh, I was in the military ya know! I was shot at and that gives me the right to eat all the damn sugar I want! infact you best be glad you have sugar, when I was a kid we had to suck it straight out of the cane!"
I just began to drown out this man's stupid senile rambling. He literally at every single sugar packet and left. I really begin to wonder where these people come from.
After about 3 months sadly, everything caught up to me. I walked home one day and decided to detour and as I turned the corner a man in a coat was standing there. Out of nowhere he pulled a revolver on me, and I could see in the shine of moon the bullets where silver.
"You're a hard man to find." The man said in a arrogant voice. Then I realized it wasn't a normal person , it was that blasted priest. I charged him with all my power and he squeezed around off and hit me dead in the chest. I'd been shot before but this, this silver just sat inside me and burned I didn't heal and It stopped me dead in my tracks. He lined for another shot and this time I was ready. I ran towards him in a zig zag motion and just as I got to him he fired again! It hit me in the chest again and just as it did I rammed my claws right into his stomach. His hat flew off and he looked at my hand inside of him, pinning him against the wall with absolute horror.
"You monster." He uttered in a raspy voice.
"A monster! You're calling me a monster you pathetic old man!? I didn't devote my life to killing someone over a theory, you're the monster! Real monsters are people like you, people wanting to kill anything different than them!"
He looked at me. He had this look on his face that makes you want to cut it off with a rusty knife. But I didn't, I wouldn't stoop to his level and kill him. I pulled out my claws and called for an ambulance. But then my injuries set in, I had to get the bullets out. I dug in with my claws and pried them out, allowing myself to heal. When the paramedics finally arrived I was long gone.
I didn't let it end there though, I went to his room in the hospital. I stood over him waiting for him to wake up. He finally did. He woke up and looked around. then he saw me. His eyes widened he was petrified in fear. I could tell he wanted to scream, but he couldn't. I just looked at him as he began to turn even paler, sick even. I just smiled and left. I wanted him to know I didn't kill him, I wanted him to know he was monster! And I honestly think based on that dumb scared look he gave me in the hospital, that not killing him made him far more angry.
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