1111 years ago…
When he was turned into a soulless evil, who lives with constant thirst to attack humans and suck on their blood, he went berserk.
One night, he almost died from blood loss, a bullet has pierced his right chest. As the only way to save him, from an inevitable death, he was bitten.
It only took near minutes until he wakes up again, with blazing red eyes like fire, with sharp and visible fangs, and claw like fingers. He was reborn.
Seeking for something to drink to satiate his thirst and hunger that is almost killing, he immediately grabbed onto the nearest human he was able to see, biting on the neck and leaving a mark, sucking until one reaper arrives.
They weren't able to stop him, even the Vampire who turned him has found them self beaten and wincing at the surprisingly strong impact.
Four. He has counted. He has drained four innocent human bodies, and he's still on a nonstop rampage.
When he looked up after the fifth, a horrified pair of eyes was already looking down his soulless and red one.
“Macey…” his voice shook, and his words has faltered. He immediately avoided the girl's gaze, unable to look straight in her eyes.
No, he said, not with a sign of blood dripping from his fangs, to his chin, and down the ground.
His body gave up, falling flush on the cold ground, and his thirst died down. He looked at his body, and he was terrified to find it covered with thick blood.
His orbs trembled, and he could feel himself crying in horror, but there weren't any tears left to fall.
The realization has hit him like a dump truck, a hundred tons above his head. He has become a… vampire.
He has drunken blood. He has killed innocent civilians. And he has revealed their existence in front of a numerous crowd.
“Cal… Calderon…” the girl mumbled, as she slowly walks her way towards him, a trembling mess.
All scared glances were on them, some people even lost consciousness at the current scene, some still couldn't believe, some were utterly amused, while some were already running away.
There wasn't any positive reaction, though, and even the fear in Macey's eyes was telling him that the girl was terrified just too.
“Cal… what happened, honey?”
“Macey, don't—” he backed away when the girl's steps went nearer.
It dawned into him that he might lose control over himself, and he might hurt her. If that happens, he would never forgive himself, he would despise the whole world.
He doesn't know what he is capable of — especially with a greater strength and speed than any human has, — so he stayed away.
He was afraid of what he can do, disgusted of what he already did, and guilty of obvious crimes.
Having Macey in his front didn't help him calm down any bit, and it instead broke him. She has seen him devouring an entire group, she has witnessed how he turned evil.
“Macey, do not dare go any near, I beg!”
With the fear of losing sanity again, and the possibility of him, attacking Macey in his vampire's subconscious movement, he ran away with a renewed super speed he didn't know he possesses until that very oment.
He hid in a cabin in the woods, with the kind vampire who has given him a bite in order to save him from dying. Or was it really to save him, or make him suffer even more? At that time, he wasn't certain.
They have learned that he has a gift to make humans forget, and then, the casts have been made. Vampires became legends again, non-existing creatures.
It affected people, except for one woman who has retained her memory. Macey.
He hasn't heard a thing from Macey anymore, and he was glad that the girl has understood the risk—
Or was he delighted? He wasn't.
Not until that one morning, the day he found Macey already knocking on the door, smiling with a welcoming embrace.
Macey accepted him.
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He woke up from that same dream again. Dreams from when he was still a human, a simple boy living a normal life with her girlfriend, Macey.
His chest tightened at the memory. If his heart could break, he is sure that its shattered pieces would be all over the dark room he sleeps in.
His eyes shifted from light brown to dark red once more, his fangs showed inevitably. In a swift move, he ran his way out of the suite, up to the building's rooftop, and then he jumped high to land on the nearest building.
He ran, and ran, and sprinted. Until he reaches one alley that he thinks will be fine for this night's bewitching activity.
His knees fell along one unconscious body, and he doesn't know if the sigh he let out was because of relief, or disgust for himself.
In his normal state of mind again, he walked out of the vicinity when he was sure that no one was around anymore.
He went pass through a few people on the road, and he could only force himself to stop breathing, so he would not inhale their scents.
Looking up the faces he sees affront, he realized that it was yet another failed night.
Maybe he has to start a venture to the daylight again, if he wants to see what he was looking for.
“Hello, Jarvy,” he said when the speed dial has beeped. “How did it go?”
[ “Fine, Sir. We need to run little tests that would be done tonight, and it would be ready for trial tomorrow.” ]
He nodded, even though he was sure that Jarvy wouldn't see. He put his phone down and called it a night.
Jarvy was a great acquaintance.The man knew the truth about Calderon, but he never freaked out and instead was so cool about it. He was amused instead, and has promised to keep it.If Jarvy betrays Calderon, it would only mean one thing; the death of his whole clan, even the innocent ones.Jarvy knew what Calderon was capable of. In less than an hour, the slaughter could be done by him, and no trace of the killer would be found. He also knew that he should be scared for his life because Calderon can lose it anytime with him. But Jarvy trusts the vampire enough.When the morning came, he has found himself standing in front of Jarvy while the latter smiles sweetly. He nervously gulped, and then took the small bottle against his lips. In one hard swallow, he has drunken all the cold liquid.His light-brown eyes has darted into Jarvy, who waits for his boss' reaction.“How about it?” Calderon asked nervously. “Will I be fine?&
“How were you certain that reincarnation is real?”“I've seen a few familiar people, I'm almost confident that they were the same soul I've met before. I even recognized my parents, just once… and they don't have a kid, ever. Maybe because… my soul is still here, stuck, unable to move into the afterlife, and go through the process of incarnation.”Jarvy blew the air he has refrained to let out in thirty seconds. “I wish you find her sooner or later, then.”“Hopefully,” Calderon beamed a smile. “Anyway, I might want to leave now. I should walk around, and the possibility to see her in the streets during broad daylight is high.”“Take care, Sir.”“Jarvy, I told you already that Calderon is fine. Call me just Cal,” Calderon mumbled like a whine before he has vanished from Jarvy's front.With his two hands inside the worn blazer's pocket, his feet s
A familiar name has slipped off Calderon's tongue, “Macey...”“Huh?” The girl looked nothing but fully shocked. Calderon has received a stern stare, and fear grew in him, thinking his eyes must still be red, and the girl has seen it.His calm came back in a minute, though, when the girl asked, “How... how did you know my name?”His brows furrowed. Macey could remember her name in the past life she had, or she still has the same name?“Of course, I—”“This is my first time in forever to have met you, Sir. How did you know my name?”It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Same name, they have the same name. Different face and body, same name and soul. That was her destiny.“You just... look like a Macey,” he gulped, then whispered, “My Macey.”
He stared at the business card above his palm.Macey Hermione Monreal, a librarian in town.He chuckled in disbelief. Who would have thought that, just like the cliché and repetitive scenes in all the movies he has watched in his thousand years of existence, he will once experience bumping into a person while he walks in a street, feel a sudden connection, electricity against his skin, and recognize that someone as his past lover in only one eye lock?It was surreal, like a fairy tale, a thing he hasn't believed until it happened to him earlier that day. He felt like dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up from that sleep, not ever again.Before that night ended, only a few counts until dawn, he has found himself clicking on a phone. Macey's number.He has already memorized it in mind, afraid he might lose the only card he holds on to.When he was able to type
“Oh, Calderon?” “Macey, hello,” he waved awkwardly when Macey has noticed his presence almost as immediate as he has successfully stepped inside the large, wide, and silent library. “Who are you with?” “No one,” he smiled and then walked near the counter where Macey stands behind. “Just came here to find a novel or any interesting read, you see. Somewhere out here must hold treasure and greatness.” “Sure. Feel free to roam and take the most, please.” Calderon nodded. “I forgot to say this yesterday, but this is such a pretty library you manage. Nearly as pretty as you, but you are incomparable and prettier, of course.” Calderon's eyes have stopped on the news section under the shelf in his front. Just newspapers in the past years, monthly magazine issues, from different eras and generations. And he has reckoned those times in the past when only rich men could afford presses and printed materials. The world has changed in centur
Calderon has stayed in the library until seven in the evening.If he has patiently waited for over a millennium, a few hours more until Macey is free didn't feel so long.The time has run rather too quickly, though. He waited busily scanning shelves after shelves, picking covers that picks his interest, reading introductions if he likes them, and sitting back down at his table after having a stack in his arms.It has gone like that. He reads books while forcing himself to stay sane despite Macey's lingering scent and his rising thirst. While Macey welcomes visitors and instructs people, gives them library cards for borrowing, registers their names and contacts, and so on.When Macey has called Calderon's attention with a “Hey, we can leave now,” the man has stood up energetically and ran hastily to put the books back on their respective shelves.Calderon has to stop his breath again, so he wouldn't fall into the guilty pleasure of inhal
After the brief and sudden confession, the next thing Calderon knew is, they already arrived at Macey's apartment complex wight the girl's directions on where he should drive. Calderon was smiling while Macey tells him a funny story when she first got into the place, but his smile faded almost instantly upon seeing a sight of one man waiting in front of Macey's door. The stranger was holding a bouquet in his right hand and a bag of groceries on the left. “Who are you?” The man asked when they have come face to face. Macey remained silent and looked away in awkwardness. She didn't imagine she would be stuck in the middle of two towering men. She wasn't aware that Jace would pay her a visit that night, nor did the man tell her beforehand. “No, who are you?” Calderon asked back, biting his inner cheeks to contain himself. “Jace. Macey's suitor,” Jace replied with a challenging look on his face. “And you?” “Calderon.”
Thirst.Thirst is all Calderon can feel while his eyes glimmer in the dark. Deep crimson red, bloody and spooky.His fangs were sharp, his throat was dry, his pale hands cater a long set of fingernails that pierces through his pale skin, making a vent, but he couldn't care any less.He gulped. And then, he waited for the right timing before he jumps at his dinner, a whole buffet he could enjoy.When the girl he was eyeing has turned into the street's corner, he jumped down from a three-storey compound's roof. He fell with great balance and still good posture, his lightweight body landing like a feather on the wet ground.Yet another gulp. Thirsty, he knows full well that only human blood could satiate him right now.A few steps is all it took, and the random citizen vanishes into one dark alley at one strong pull of cold hands.“Wha… who are you? Don't… don't hurt me, please?” The girl pleaded, shaking, shudd
After the brief and sudden confession, the next thing Calderon knew is, they already arrived at Macey's apartment complex wight the girl's directions on where he should drive. Calderon was smiling while Macey tells him a funny story when she first got into the place, but his smile faded almost instantly upon seeing a sight of one man waiting in front of Macey's door. The stranger was holding a bouquet in his right hand and a bag of groceries on the left. “Who are you?” The man asked when they have come face to face. Macey remained silent and looked away in awkwardness. She didn't imagine she would be stuck in the middle of two towering men. She wasn't aware that Jace would pay her a visit that night, nor did the man tell her beforehand. “No, who are you?” Calderon asked back, biting his inner cheeks to contain himself. “Jace. Macey's suitor,” Jace replied with a challenging look on his face. “And you?” “Calderon.”
Calderon has stayed in the library until seven in the evening.If he has patiently waited for over a millennium, a few hours more until Macey is free didn't feel so long.The time has run rather too quickly, though. He waited busily scanning shelves after shelves, picking covers that picks his interest, reading introductions if he likes them, and sitting back down at his table after having a stack in his arms.It has gone like that. He reads books while forcing himself to stay sane despite Macey's lingering scent and his rising thirst. While Macey welcomes visitors and instructs people, gives them library cards for borrowing, registers their names and contacts, and so on.When Macey has called Calderon's attention with a “Hey, we can leave now,” the man has stood up energetically and ran hastily to put the books back on their respective shelves.Calderon has to stop his breath again, so he wouldn't fall into the guilty pleasure of inhal
“Oh, Calderon?” “Macey, hello,” he waved awkwardly when Macey has noticed his presence almost as immediate as he has successfully stepped inside the large, wide, and silent library. “Who are you with?” “No one,” he smiled and then walked near the counter where Macey stands behind. “Just came here to find a novel or any interesting read, you see. Somewhere out here must hold treasure and greatness.” “Sure. Feel free to roam and take the most, please.” Calderon nodded. “I forgot to say this yesterday, but this is such a pretty library you manage. Nearly as pretty as you, but you are incomparable and prettier, of course.” Calderon's eyes have stopped on the news section under the shelf in his front. Just newspapers in the past years, monthly magazine issues, from different eras and generations. And he has reckoned those times in the past when only rich men could afford presses and printed materials. The world has changed in centur
He stared at the business card above his palm.Macey Hermione Monreal, a librarian in town.He chuckled in disbelief. Who would have thought that, just like the cliché and repetitive scenes in all the movies he has watched in his thousand years of existence, he will once experience bumping into a person while he walks in a street, feel a sudden connection, electricity against his skin, and recognize that someone as his past lover in only one eye lock?It was surreal, like a fairy tale, a thing he hasn't believed until it happened to him earlier that day. He felt like dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up from that sleep, not ever again.Before that night ended, only a few counts until dawn, he has found himself clicking on a phone. Macey's number.He has already memorized it in mind, afraid he might lose the only card he holds on to.When he was able to type
A familiar name has slipped off Calderon's tongue, “Macey...”“Huh?” The girl looked nothing but fully shocked. Calderon has received a stern stare, and fear grew in him, thinking his eyes must still be red, and the girl has seen it.His calm came back in a minute, though, when the girl asked, “How... how did you know my name?”His brows furrowed. Macey could remember her name in the past life she had, or she still has the same name?“Of course, I—”“This is my first time in forever to have met you, Sir. How did you know my name?”It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Same name, they have the same name. Different face and body, same name and soul. That was her destiny.“You just... look like a Macey,” he gulped, then whispered, “My Macey.”
“How were you certain that reincarnation is real?”“I've seen a few familiar people, I'm almost confident that they were the same soul I've met before. I even recognized my parents, just once… and they don't have a kid, ever. Maybe because… my soul is still here, stuck, unable to move into the afterlife, and go through the process of incarnation.”Jarvy blew the air he has refrained to let out in thirty seconds. “I wish you find her sooner or later, then.”“Hopefully,” Calderon beamed a smile. “Anyway, I might want to leave now. I should walk around, and the possibility to see her in the streets during broad daylight is high.”“Take care, Sir.”“Jarvy, I told you already that Calderon is fine. Call me just Cal,” Calderon mumbled like a whine before he has vanished from Jarvy's front.With his two hands inside the worn blazer's pocket, his feet s
Jarvy was a great acquaintance.The man knew the truth about Calderon, but he never freaked out and instead was so cool about it. He was amused instead, and has promised to keep it.If Jarvy betrays Calderon, it would only mean one thing; the death of his whole clan, even the innocent ones.Jarvy knew what Calderon was capable of. In less than an hour, the slaughter could be done by him, and no trace of the killer would be found. He also knew that he should be scared for his life because Calderon can lose it anytime with him. But Jarvy trusts the vampire enough.When the morning came, he has found himself standing in front of Jarvy while the latter smiles sweetly. He nervously gulped, and then took the small bottle against his lips. In one hard swallow, he has drunken all the cold liquid.His light-brown eyes has darted into Jarvy, who waits for his boss' reaction.“How about it?” Calderon asked nervously. “Will I be fine?&
1111 years ago…When he was turned into a soulless evil, who lives with constant thirst to attack humans and suck on their blood, he went berserk.One night, he almost died from blood loss, a bullet has pierced his right chest. As the only way to save him, from an inevitable death, he was bitten.It only took near minutes until he wakes up again, with blazing red eyes like fire, with sharp and visible fangs, and claw like fingers. He was reborn.Seeking for something to drink to satiate his thirst and hunger that is almost killing, he immediately grabbed onto the nearest human he was able to see, biting on the neck and leaving a mark, sucking until one reaper arrives.They weren't able to stop him, even the Vampire who turned him has found them self beaten and wincing at the surprisingly strong impact.Four. He has counted. He has drained four innocent human bodies, and he's still on a nonstop rampage.When he looked up after t
Thirst.Thirst is all Calderon can feel while his eyes glimmer in the dark. Deep crimson red, bloody and spooky.His fangs were sharp, his throat was dry, his pale hands cater a long set of fingernails that pierces through his pale skin, making a vent, but he couldn't care any less.He gulped. And then, he waited for the right timing before he jumps at his dinner, a whole buffet he could enjoy.When the girl he was eyeing has turned into the street's corner, he jumped down from a three-storey compound's roof. He fell with great balance and still good posture, his lightweight body landing like a feather on the wet ground.Yet another gulp. Thirsty, he knows full well that only human blood could satiate him right now.A few steps is all it took, and the random citizen vanishes into one dark alley at one strong pull of cold hands.“Wha… who are you? Don't… don't hurt me, please?” The girl pleaded, shaking, shudd