He tastes the elixir (S1)

Leon charged at the stream of red water, growling. The metallic thing at the end of its branch dropped to the floor, but he didn’t care about that anymore. He grabbed the branch, savagely bit on it and drank the water.

The moment the red water flew through his throat, he felt an sensation of pleasure spreading through his whole body and a feeling of satisfaction accumulating in his stomach. It was wonderful.

Each drink moistened his throat and the erecting manhood of his, made him crave for more. He grabbed the branch with his growing strength and bit harder. He wouldn’t want to waste any drop of this magical elixir.

The noises coming from the top of the red water have become less annoying and more euphonious, more pleasing. It was like the smooth and classic music playing in a restaurant while he was having the most fragrant wine in the world.

The combination was almost perfect, he thought. If only he could drink from this red water and listen to this heavenly music for eternity.

However, his manhood raised an objection by throbbing hard in his jeans, spoiling his intoxicating experience. He unzipped the jeans to reveal his hardened dick. He wished to ease the tension, but it was really rebellious.

Leon let out a groan and tried to give his dick a gentle massage, but he was too clumsy to do it while drinking the red water from the branch at the same time. He was faced with the great dilemma.

Should he continue drinking or properly comfort his dick first?

Just when he was conflicting, he noticed that the stream of red water extended another branch, reached it towards his erected dick and wrapped it in it.

It was warm, he thought. The warmth flew from the water to his dick, and slowly traversed his cold body. It was strange but also good.

The branch of water started to squeeze his dick back and forth, synchronizing the rhythm of his drink and the music. He could focus on drinking now and somehow the red water was becoming more and more sweet.

He smiled and drank even harder. The stimulating experience from both above and below was unbelievable. He would say that there was nothing else in the world could beat this. He would just give anything to stay in this very moment.

He lost the track of time until his naughty manhood gave in and unloaded a large batch semen on the branch and the lower part of the red water.

He felt victorious for a moment but the next second he was fearing that his semen might contaminate the red water and spoil its essense. Glad that didn’t happen, and he could continue fully committing to savor this nectar.

With his thirst slowly being satiated, Leon’s mind and other senses were cleared. And so was his vision.

There wasn’t any tall drink of water standing in front of him. Not a small branch he was grabbing. Not sweet nectar he was drinking.

It was Claire, her arm, and her blood.

Leon jumped backwards in fear. When his mouth detached from Claire’s right arm, he saw a pair of puncture wounds dotting above her wrist, surrounded by his saliva mixed with her blood.

Claire was looking at him with a pale face and hazy eyes. There was a kind of white, turbid liquid spattered on her trousers and her left hand. She took a few steps back before collapsing down on the floor by the wall, struggling at the brink of losing consciousness.

The fear of what he had become and what he had done almost fried Leon’s mind. He reached his shaking hand into his mouth. The feeling of two sharp things at where his canines used to be made him realize that his nightmare had come true.

He cried heart-wrenchingly but the sound he made was like beast growling. He tried to say something, but when he looked at the delirious Claire sitting by the wall, he was too painful to pronounce even one single word.

But before he could do anything else, he made a misstep backwards in grief and fell down into the sewer. He was immediately washed away by the strong water flow and, at some point, got his head hit by a solid rubbish.

The water flow took him back to the middle waterway and stranded him by the shore beneath the treatment pool room. He was extremely dizzy but the survival instinct, of himself or of the beast within him, drove him to climb up the stairs. It wasn’t until he returned to the monitor room that he fell down.

An unknown amount of time ran by and Leon finally awoke. Looking at the surroundings he doubted himself for a second that if this was the first time he came to this room and everything in his head was just a dream. But he knew it was real.

He became a vampire and he hurt Claire. Damn, probably infected her, too. How did this happen? Leon checked his body and he didn’t see any bite marks or blood, except...

He took off his uniform and searched around where his got shot. Above the gunshot wound there were a pair of puncture wounds, with dried blood and bruises surrounding them.

When he touched them with his two fingers, an electrifying orgasm shocked his body and almost made his dick squirt again. And everything was coming back to him.

He remembered that he saw Ada’s red eyes and sharp fangs before he passed out. He “saw” Ada piercing his skin, feasting on him and having fun with his manhood. He finally noticed the empty screen of the monitor overseeing this very room. He realized that why the vampires in the sewer hadn’t attacked him.

He understood everything now.

And he knew what to do now.

He pulled out the Matilda, his favourite pistol, and turned it in his mouth. It was loaded with silver bullets.

There was one way out, and one way only, while his mind was still clear.

The moment he put his finger on the trigger, faces of people he met tonight flashed before his eyes. Among them he felt sorry for Claire the most. He remembered what happened to Marvin, Elliot, David and the female officer whose name he didn’t know. One bite and the infection was unavoidable, unstoppable.

I’m sorry...Leon closed his eyes and was ready to pull the trigger.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” A young, pure-hearted female voice suddenly came from the garbage room below.

Leon pulled the gun covered in saliva out of his mouth and coughed badly. Confused, he stood up and stumbled towards the window. Through the glass he saw a blonde little girl in a dirty school uniform, standing in the garbage room, shivering. He definitely recognized that girl.

“Sherry? Is that you?” Leon punched the window to get her attention. Although, unbeknownst to himself, his punches were much stronger than when he was human, the window was made of tempered glass and it could withstand gunshots, let alone punches.

“Uh...You’re Leon, right? Claire’s friend?” Sherry also recognized the brave police officer who fought her mutated father in the police station. She smiled in relief.

“How did you get in there?” Leon was trying to look for a way to get down there, but he could only find a chess-themed plug locking system.

“I was running away from...those monsters.” Sherry was still frightened, “I hid between the tunnels and dropped down in here by accident! I can’t get out! I am so afraid!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll get you out!” Leon almost figured out how to unlock the system in the meantime, “Don’t lose hope!”

Don’t lose hope...That was such a sentimental wish that Leon didn’t even dare to speak to himself. What hope did he have? That there might be a magical vaccine or cure that could reverse what he had become, what he had done?

And even if he successfully rescued Sherry, he might hurt her too. But if he didn’t try to help her, she would be in grave danger anyway. He could only hope that he still had the willpower to do what needed to be done.

He must get Sherry to safety. That’s the anchor of his remaining humanity for now.