Victor - Male (1993)

In front of me, I saw that my once pure black hair has become a bit brighter. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could swear that at certain angles my hair was brighter in color than it was before.

Same thing with my eyes, as while they were mostly the same, I swear a few times I could catch a glimpse of them being brighter than before, but maybe I'm just tired over this weird-ass dream, as how the fuck can vampires be real?

I mean, how else do you explain the weird changes going on with my body along with what seems like my body losing some of its fat, if you could even call it that, as I'm a fairly normal guy with an average body?

As I just want this dream to finally end, I hop onto my bed, if you could even call it that, as it was a piece of crap mattress thrown onto a rusted metal bedframe as the light post outside keeps flickering all night long!

The second my head hits the mattress, I fall asleep immediately, and in my dreams I see a red flash of lightning as a red desert surrounds me as far as I can possibly see as I munch on the red sand, frantically **** to ****.

I wake up in a frantic pant as sweat has drenched my outfit, or rather the clothes they **** on me, which were nothing more than a normal white t-shirt and blue jeans with, thankfully, my own underwear and shoes.

With everything as it was in my dream, I'm **** to come to the realization that vampires were real. Which meant that many other things I thought fake were now real. If I, a newborn vampire, existed, then what about everything else?

Quickly getting cleaned up for the day I look through my drawers and put on a white shirt and a blue jacket whose sleeves I quickly roll up, and I put on another pair of blue jeans and underwear with some black socks.

"Last damn time I ever listen to those jackasses and hang out with them!" I swear to myself as I put in the passcode to my laptop, which for some was called "Sunrise." "Yeah, real funny, assholes." I swore when I saw the password.

Quickly going through my email, I get rid of all the spam and see actually useful emails. One seemed to be someone wanting to have a nice chat with me, while the other was a mission by that prick who would have made a public execution out of me if not for that guy.

Now I have no damn idea where I am, as last I knew I was at my sire's, if that's what I'm supposed to call them. I look through the apartment that was **** upon me and find a little pocket notebook, probably to write down what I need to do.

From my old pair of pants I grabbed my wallet, apartment key, and a Swiss Army knife and pocketed them in my new clothes and was ready to head out till I felt a rumble coming from my stomach, and on instinct I looked through my fridge.

Inside were four packets of blood. Three pairs of what seemed to be normal blood bags and two pairs of some blue-marked blood bags.

With no idea of what the difference was, I drank from the normal blood bag to make things even and felt a lot better than before with a classic "Ahh" coming from me, like I had just drunk some good soda.

Now that I have everything I could possibly get from this shithole, I left the door and noticed the door in front of me along with, apparently, the smell of metal, and somehow I just knew there was a key hidden behind the potted plant.

Opening the door, I see nothing really out of the ordinary other than the lack of a bed, and as I have nothing better to do, I press the answering machine and hear how some guy was late with some kind of payment, and because of that, some debt collector was going to look for him.

Going through the abandoned apartment, I find a book titled "How to Shoot for Dumbasses" logged for some reason under the kitchen sink, but whatever, it's not my place to say where things go, but still, what the fuck?

No, seriously, what the fuck is this place? It has a book under the sink, some bottle of pills that sounds half full, and a crappy rip-off. Rolex called "Roblex" in the bathroom, which smelled like blood and chemicals.

Of course I pocket it all, so why the heck not? Maybe I can find a pawn shop and get some cash since, as a student aiming to get his business major, I know just how important money can possibly be, and now as I'm a vampire, it means probably a lot more than it ever did before.

Quickly leaving the apartment, I dash through the halls past a room that has the daily paper, and it's from there that I see apparently a very gruesome **** was strung up at the boardwalk gate.

This let me know there was a boardwalk over here along with apparently a comic book villain or someone like me who was very pissed off at someone if everything on the paper was actually true and not just exaggerated for fear or intrigue.

After gently placing the paper down just like I found it, I kept going as I reached my mailbox, which meant I had to go all the way back to my apartment and get the damn key that was for some reason inside the drawer along with a plastic bat ring.

With my mail key now in hand, I open my mailbox to see an envelope of cash waiting for me from that asshole who **** me here in the first place, possibly as a way for him to say he never did anything for me besides letting me live, of course.

I pocket the cash and trash the letter as I walk out the apartment and notice some homeless guy begging for some spare cash, and after a rumble came from my stomach, I gave the guy fifty of my very limited two hundred dollars so he could get some help.

And of course as a form of "I'm sorry for draining almost all your blood." As I did just that and after wiping his filthy blood off my lips, I began making my way towards the street, as it was either that or walking through the sewers.

The second I arrive at the street, I hear a man groaning along with a trail of blood from the steps leading further into a very nice-looking building. Like, the shit hole I live in can't even be compared to something as amazing as this place was. Just how amazing it looked.

"Well, waste not, want not, and all that." I said while licking my lips as I made my way for some easy prey, but the first thing I needed to do was to sell all this crap and get some money, as a hundred and fifty bucks isn't going to last me that long.

As soon as I entered this damn store, a metal gate smacked me right in the face; some guy behind the counter seemed to find that funny as he chuckled a bit over my misfortune.

This greatly angered me, but as I couldn't really do anything to the guy (for now at least), I just sold all the worthless crap I owned and managed to buy myself a very weak but still useful combat knife, as this "Trip" fellow was selling some illegal goods that I'm most likely going to rely on.

With a grunt I leave this place for now, silently vowing to get my **** one way or another as I leave and go over to the fancy apartment because of both blood and also because I was told to find someone called Mercurio.

Inside the apartment I followed the trail of blood all the way towards the room it led me towards, and there I found a beaten and bloody man who was Mercurio. The man I was supposed to meet for further assistance in whatever LaCroix wanted me to do.

"Ack! Those bastards! When I finally got them to agree to get the item I requested, they jumped me, man! They! Jumped! ME!" Mercurio said, figuring I was his client or helper, as who the heck would just start saying all this to the first person they meet?

"From all your wounds and blood. How the heck are you still alive?" I said as calmly as I could as I held my hand over my mouth and nose, as I could feel myself begin drooling over the scent of this prized steak in front of me, just ripe for the picking.

But I knew better. If this man was working for that prick LaCroix, then he must have some kind of use, especially if he lived in a palace like this!

"Well. Ack! Thanks to the vampire blood I get monthly from LaCroix, it helps me heal faster than normal, enhance my body, and most importantly, extend ghouls like me's life spans." Mercurio said almost with a sense of pride as I write down everything about how ghouls seem to work for him along with how to turn a person into my own personal ghoul.

Now that I know where to go along with being promised some future help if I get the bomb and cash back without anyone knowing, I get ready to leave, but as I smell the prime opportunity to increase my rewards, I prod Mercurio a little more.

I smile as I hear him requesting some painkillers and muscle relaxers without anyone knowing who it was for, and of course I accept without pestering him for anything else. As a man interested in business like him, I just know he'll reward me later.