Amazing Vampire Transformation

Amazing Vampire Transformation

Récamier

First drabble! This was made as a way to torture my friend who has a slightly unhealthy obsession with vampires. That’s why it’s in first person, I usually write in the third! Anyways, hope you like it. :) 

“So…” - He began. He sounded soft and patient. - “You told me last week you’ve been having nightmares, ones you’ve never had before.”

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I have returned with yet another vamp story! The vamp in this one is different than the ones in the other two stories I’ve posted. And tbh, I like this kind the most :). He’s lowhighkey kinda fucked up, but idccc. I love me some creepy murderous vamps! I’m quite happy with how this one turned out, so I hope that ya’ll will enjoy reading it!

Also! Like I said before, this story is quite gory (it’s not majorly detailed or anything, but mentions of blood and gore happen), so please please please check the tags before reading!! :3

Taglist (first time using one yayy!) : @whumpitisthen @simplygrimly

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Always mind your own business

I’m walking outside with my group of friends. They had texted me, asking if I wanted to come outside to cause some ruckus.

They occasionally do this, just to fuck with people, I guess. And for the adrenaline. They never fail to kick on that. To be honest, I feel like we’re getting a bit too old for this now. I really didn’t want to come with them, but they showed up at my house almost instantly. So I ended up not having a choice after all.

“Yo, look at that weirdo over there!” the shortest of the group playfully hits my shoulder, clearly trying to get my attention. I follow everyone’s gazes and eventually my eyes fall on the ‘weirdo’ as well. I spot a man, probably around our ages. He’s leaning against a streetlamp, simply watching people from a distance. He appears to be wearing a neat black suit with a white blouse, leather black gloves added to finish the entire look.

“Why is he watching them like such a creep? That’s sus as hell!” another friend says.

“Come on, guys. He’s causing no harm. Leave him alone,” I try to avert their attention from the man, but the shortest doesn’t agree with this move.

“Nah, we’re getting him.” He’s not to be stopped. The rest of the group follows his lead walking towards the stranger. “Fuck,” I sigh, but quickly gain speed to reach them before they start beating the man up.

“Whatcha doing there, creep?” the shortest spits.

The man, who was first lazily gazing at some people walking by, snaps out of his thoughts. “O-Oh, hi everyone. I was j-just getting some fresh air,” he can’t help but stutter, obviously being surprised that five people have suddenly walked up to him.

“Uh-uh sure, ‘just getting some fresh air’. Then why were you standing here creeping on people?” someone else speaks up this time, to my surprise. They’re grouping up on him now.

“Alright, you’ve had enough fun. Let’s go now,” I try to cut them off, but to no avail.

The tallest of the group, who spoke up just now, takes a step towards the man. He intimidatingly hovers over him, while never losing eye contact. “Say something, creep,” he says. The man now realizes that we’re not here to have a nice chat with him. Fear is definitely present on his facial expressions.

“P-Please just leave me alone.”

The group laughs at him.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” yet again, it’s someone else in the group that speaks up.

Before I know it, the tallest one raises his fist and plants it on the stranger’s face. He didn’t get hit lightly, his body launches to the hard concrete beneath him.

“Dude!” I grab my friend’s shoulder, wanting to stop him from going any further. However, he shoves my hand away and walks towards the stranger once again.

The man looks up, at the spot where the people he was gazing at before were standing. They seem to have left after hearing the commotion.

“See! He was totally watching them!” the tallest shouts. The one on the ground sighs deeply. “What the fuck are you sighing for, huh?!” I didn’t notice who said that this time.

“You guys should really leave now.” It’s probably not the answer my friend expected, but it’s an answer nonetheless.

I can’t help but feel bad for this man, he never did anything wrong. He actually seems like a very sophisticated individual, just trying to enjoy a peaceful day outside. And we came here to ruin it.

He gets hit once again. And again. And again. Until his nose is severely broken and his face is covered in blood and cuts. Every time he spits, a good amount of blood comes with it as well. And all I could do was watch it happen from the sidelines. Trying to stop them wouldn’t work, I knew that. They would just continue hitting him anyway.

The beat up man chuckles, “Good job, humans. You have managed to piss me off.”

He gets up, to my surprise. Anyone beat up this much would probably stay down for quite some time. But what happens next surprises me to no end.

The deep cuts disappear, and his once broken nose repairs itself, like it was never broken in the first place. “H-Holy shit!” the shortest in the group screams. I apparently wasn’t the only one who noticed it, the entire group stumbles back in astonishment.

“Now, now. I warned you before, didn’t I?” And that he definitely did, but everyone immediately disregarded it.

“First you come to me, obviously distracting me. Then you have the audacity to scare my dinner off. And last, but most certainly not least, you keep hitting me, even though I told you to leave. Now, that’s really on you,” the stranger spits.

Wait. Did my ears deceive me? Did he just say ‘dinner’?

The man takes a step towards the tallest of the group and moves his hand in lightning speed right in front of his bare neck. I feel something splash on my face. I reach to it and take a look at my shivering hand. Dark-red liquid lays on my fingers.

At the same time, a body drops on the floor. I look at my friend, who is now desperately trying to breathe, but resulting in just choking on his own blood. He keeps his hands on his slashed throat, probably wanting to keep the blood in. But soon, he gives up altogether.

He just killed him. What. The. Fuck. “Everyone, run!” My friends have come to their senses and activated their survival mode. They make a run for it, all of them dispersing in a different direction.

“Running won’t get you very far!” the stranger says, while walking up to me. His eyes turn into a ruby red color. “H-How is that even possible?” I speak up. “Don’t speak. Stay here.” He then disappears before my very eyes.

I want to run away. Fast. But I seem to be frozen in place. I can’t move a single muscle. My brain suddenly realizes that the stranger is no man.

The one my friends decided to mess with, is a fucking vampire. It sounds so irrational, but I have no other explanation for what just happened.

It doesn’t take long for him to come back with all three of my friends in his own two hands. Every single on of them severely beat up. He throws them to my feet.

“I must say, your friends are complete assholes. You know that, right?” he asks that with urgency, like he longs for me to say it myself. I want to curse at him so bad, but my lips won’t move an inch. The vampire noticed. “Ah silly me, I forgot that you aren’t allowed to say anything. Hah!” Is he seriously playing games with me right now? Even after he just killed my friend?

“Anyway, that doesn’t matter. You may watch them all die now.” My eyes widen at his statement.

I want to make him stop, but forget about my restrictions of being able to move or talk. The vampire grabs one of my friends and lifts him up.

“No!” I keep screaming it over and over, however not a single word escapes my mouth. It’s all in my head. He smiles at me, pulls my friend’s head back and buries his fangs deep inside his neck. The eye contact between us is never broken while he does this. I can see the life getting drained out of my friend’s body.

Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe that this is really happening right now. The dead body drops on the floor.

“Damn. You tasted like shit. Such a shame.” The vampire’s comment sickens me ever so much.

Barely any time passes until he grabs another victim. And another one. All I can do is watch them get killed.

Neck skin getting torn off. Arms being broken. Organs ripped out of their bodies. I closed my eyes at some point, I couldn’t handle the sight anymore. But their agonizing screams will forever ring in my ears.

If I make it out alive, that is.

The vampire seems to be focusing his attention on me now. He confidently takes a few steps towards me.

“What’d you think of that?” The vampire smiles ear to ear.

Killing people means fun to him. He’s enjoying every second of this. I use all of the willpower I have in my body to speak up to him.

“L-Let me g-go, p-please…”

It sounded so loud. Did I actually speak just now? His eyes widen, then a raspy chuckle escapes his mouth. “You dare to break through my mind compulsion? How very brave of you,” he says.

A leather handed fist then hits me in my stomach with great force. I, to my surprise, bend over in pain. My body is able to move! I try to move my legs as well, but they don’t move at all. Running is still not an option.

I can’t help but cough up the blood that has gathered in my mouth. It splatters everywhere. The vampire looks down at his clothing.

“Now look what you have done. You made my suit all messy,” he sarcastically says, like his suit didn’t go through hell and back while ripping my friends into pieces. “I must say, in all my days I haven’t met a single human that managed to break through my compulsion. That makes you, my dear friend, very special.”

The vampire takes an observing look at me. Like he’s trying to figure out how I did it.“Anyway, it’s time for your punishment now.”

Tears roll down my cheek. How did it all get to this point… “What? You didn’t think that you’d get away with this, did you? You didn’t care to intervene when poor me was getting beat up. You deserve this, too,” the vampire pouts.

I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest. I was just hoping that today wasn’t the day I died to the hands, or rather fangs, of a long lost myth.

“You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up after I said that you’re special. Special people die too, after all,” the vampire chuckles again.

Next thing I know, an immensely strong hand wraps itself around my neck and lifts me up. The air to my lungs is rudely getting cut off. Choking sounds escape my mouth. I notice that I’m able to move my arms now too, so I try to unwrap his fingers around my neck. But he’s simply just way too strong. “I like seeing you fight for your life. It’s a lovely sight.”

The veins underneath his eyes pop out like crazy and his eyes turn deep red once more. This is probably an indication that he’s definitely enjoying this. “You know, I’m still going easy on you. I could’ve broken your neck, better yet, rip it off your body entirely. Or broken your legs and compelled you to run. I’m being extra generous today, don’t you think?” Sarcasm is present in his words again. I look deep into my killer’s eyes, hoping that he will remember my face for the rest of his eternity.

I’m getting extremely light headed and nauseous. It’s starting to become white in front of my eyes. “Oh, now is the time you don’t want to speak?” the vampire says.

“F-Fuck y-you.” I can’t breathe, but at least I can still utter my last words. He smiles at me sadistically and tightens the grip around my neck even more. My throat and lungs are burning up. My head hurts. I’m going to die soon, I can feel it. My hands stop struggling. My body grows limp. White is taking up my entire vision now. I take one last look at the shadow of the inhuman creature holding its strong hands around me.

“You should have minded your own business.”

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I disappeared off of the face of the earth for a while, but I’m back ya’ll!! I need to get used to the whole writing and then posting it thing haha. Anyway! I’ve had this idea for a really long time, but was very much procrastinating on writing it. Whoops. But here it is! It’s honestly mostly focused on the whole conflict within the vampire’s mind. I like to show different sides of them. My last one was straight up a stalker, but this one is a liiiiiiitle different, you’ll see :)! I need to shut up before I spoil the entire thing out of excitement lol. Oh and also! I finally took it upon myself to research how I can write better, make it easier to read and stuff. So if there are some errors or if anyone has advice for me, please do leave a comment! Also also, I have a habit to listen to badass vibe songs while writing/reading, so if you’re interested in some recommendations, hit me up! Okay that’s really it. Have fun reading!

Again, this story contains some explicit themes (blood, character death, overall just being angsty af) so make sure to check the tags before reading!

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Running From Death

I once again find myself drinking in the bar located a few blocks from my apartment. That intoxicated feeling I get after a few glasses is amazing to me. It’s pleasant to feel good for a change.

Being here also allows me to converse with the humans. Which is… Interesting to say the least. Their different personalities, lifestyles, stories. I happen to eavesdrop into conversations from time to time, which results in me hearing the most outrageous stories sometimes. May they be true or not, they interest me.

I try not to attract too much attention to myself, but I fail in doing so most of the time. Blame it on my charismatic vampire looks, I guess. Humans often strike conversations with me, but I’m not one to complain. I like talking to them when I get the opportunity.

The bell attached to the front door rings. A woman enters the bar. “Oh god, it’s her again,” someone in one of the booths behind me sighs. Hmm, must be a regular. I come here embarrassingly often, enough to call myself a regular as well, but I haven’t seen her before. She’s very handsome looking.

My hand covered with a leather glove tightens around the whiskey glass.

“Control yourself, please. You’ve practiced this many times before.”

It repeats in my head over and over again. Unfortunate things usually happen when I’m drunk. It saddens me, because I wish to not hurt anyone. I was a human once too. And I want to remember the memories from back then. Try to do ‘human’ things. But it’s hard, especially with-

“Hey, how are ya doing?” A voice interrupts my intrusive thoughts.

I look up and see the handsome woman sitting on a stool next to me. Her voice is lively and confident. But it’s probably just the liquor talking.

“Just thinking.”

“Abouuuuut?”

Oh god. She’s totally wasted. I now notice that she can barely even sit up straight without falling over. I can’t help but smile at her actions though, it’s almost endearing in a way.

“Just contemplating life, really.”

“I came here to do the exact same thing!” the woman says.

“How so?” I ask, now completely interested in her story.

“Ugh, where do I even start? My shitty boss fired me today. And you know what the most fucked up part about it all is? The fact that I’ve been working there for years! I did so much for his company, but he decides to just fire me, because ‘he’s gotta cut some people down’. So, I came here to drink my sorrows away. Well, I may have already visited two other bars, so I’m kinda far gone already haha.” The woman keeps on rambling, without actually making eye contact with whom she’s talking to. But I happen to listen to every single word.

“Why did he have to cut people off?” I question the woman.

“Pfshh, I don’t even know. Not enough money, I guess. He could’ve fired literally anyone else, but-“ she interrupts her own sentence, while her eyes make contact with the bartender, “-Hey! Can I have uhhhh. Whatever he has?” she finishes, while she absentmindedly points at my own drink.

She seems to have forgotten what she was talking about before, she’s just staring at the bartender until her drink is ready.

“And what’s your excuse for being here?” she asks, while taking a sip of her whiskey.

“Just taking a break from drinking blood and killing people.”

Well, that’s what I should’ve said if I really wanted to be honest. But being honest isn’t my reality. Lying has become my forte over the many years I have been a vampire. I don’t exist in the eyes of humans. And it should stay that way.

“Just taking a break from life.”

Yeah, that should do it.

“I come over here to share my entire life story, and all you’ve got for me is that? Damn.”

Or not.

“My life is really not that interesting,” I quickly add, trying not to blow my cover.

She takes an observing look at me. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my entire existence. She gives me the feeling like she can look right through my lies. “Hahaha, I’m just messin’ with ya. I don’t like to pry into people’s lives like that anyway,” the woman smiles.

Phew, I barely got away with that one. I return a signature smile to her. The one that makes everyone all the more invested in me, it seems.

*a few hours later*

The handsome stranger and I have been talking for hours. I lost track of time a while ago. Talking, or rather listening to her, reminds me of my human days. I used to help my elder neighbors with chores around the house, but ended up listening to them for hours and hours. I knew that when I had finished the chores, there would be a nice hot cup of tea and cookies waiting for me. The elder couple loved to share their stories with me. I know now that most of them were of pure fantasy, but at that time they were something I would so eagerly wait for to hear.

This woman gives me that feeling of nostalgia. The excitement of finally hearing the story I have longed for. It’s odd, since I have only met her a few hours ago. But somehow I feel like I’ve known her for a really long time.

“Nghn, my head hurts…” She snaps me out of my thoughts. “Woah there, don’t fall off that stool now,” I say, while carefully taking a step towards her. “C-Can you take me home?”

I look at her with disbelief.

Did she really just ask me to walk her home?

“U-Uh, I can call a cab for you? Or ask one of your friends to come pick you up maybe? I’m sure that-“

“Please.”

She looks at me with eager eyes. Her intention is really for me to take her home. If only she knew what I really am. I sigh. “Let me go to the toilet first, then I’ll walk you home.” I finally surrender to the human.

The entire way to the toilet I ask myself what I’m getting myself into. I shouldn’t be doing this, I know that all too well. But I can’t just keep hiding my true feelings all the time. I want to live amongst humans. I know that we can coexist. As long as I control myself, everything will be fine.

I sigh, take my gloves off and use the toilet. My head is suddenly throbbing like hell. I can feel that my body is trying to fight the urge to kill every single soul in this bar. Everything spins.

Shit.

“Hey, you ready or not? I feel like puking!” I hear the woman urgently knocking on the door. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec!” I shout back.

I quickly finish and go back to the bar. “Let’s go,” we hurriedly exit the bar. She does so, because she needs to get home asap. And I do so, because of obvious reasons.

I can feel that I’m starting to lose control. It was a mistake drinking this much. I’m usually okay with drinking a few glasses, but this woman has a certain effect on me. And it’s not a positive one. Not while I’m drunk, at least.

The woman is currently walking behind me, laughing at her own jokes. All I want right now is to drop her off as fast as I can.

“Ah, shit!” I hear a loud thud.

I look back and see that she is now sitting on the cold concrete.

“What happened?” I ask, clearly concerned.

The woman shakes her head. “I’m so clumsy, I literally just stumbled over my own feet haha.”

God, we’re never going to get anywhere like this. “Oh nooo! My new pants! Ugh, this stuff always happens to me.”

I take a quick look at her leg and notice that the fabric is ripped open. She took a great fall apparently, otherwise that wouldn’t have happened.

“Damn, I’m bleeding too.”

That’s all she had to say to make my eyes turn red and making my fangs expose themselves. I quickly turn around, hoping that she didn’t notice my weird behavior already.

“Are you okay…?” she asks, proving my thoughts wrong. I disregard her question and return it with my own.

“Is it bad?”

I don’t know why I’m asking her that. No matter of how bad it is, the mere smell of her blood is driving me insane. All I can think about is that right at this moment.

“Uhm, no I think that I’m okay.” I can hear that she’s getting up and has started to walk towards me.

“Please, don’t come any closer.” I say this with a serious tone, hoping that she’d cease to move instantly.

“What’s wrong? It’s not even that bad.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

I can’t hold the urge back anymore. I never want to hurt humans, but I also can’t forget of who I have become. I’m a vampire. To stay alive, I need blood. Alcohol has terrible effects on me.

It’s like drinking water with salt in it. You’re drinking, but it worsens your thirst because of the salt. Alcohol only enhances my thirst for blood. I’m learning the consequences of that now.

The woman has come even closer to me. I turn around, only to see a reached out hand with blood on it. I try to fight the dark side of me with everything I have. That side of me gives in, eventually. I resist the urge and grab her wrist, only to warn her to stop.

However, this action suffers a great consequence. The woman looks at me. The white of her eyes turn dark red.

Wait… I look at my hand, having a firm hold on her wrist.

“My gloves!” is all I can utter at this moment.

I have forgotten my gloves in the toilet area. How can I be so stupid… I’m unable to touch any living being with my bare hands. If I do so, it dies. Everything I touch turns into dust. It’s a curse I have carried with me ever since I turned. It has barely posed as a problem the last few years. But I… I touched her without gloves on.

“W-Wait. No. I’m sorry, please!” I beg for my actions to reverse themselves. But what happened cannot be undone.

The woman’s eyebrows furrow and her eyes look back into mine, filled with betrayal. “H-How cou-ld y-ou,” she chokes on her own blood. She is in immense pain, I can tell. I let go of her hand, terrible guilt now washing over me.

She takes a look at her shaking hand, which gets covered with popping veins inch by inch. The sounds coming from her are agonizing. She stumbles backwards, now nearing her end. Tears roll down my cheek, as I carry her.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know my gloves were…” I’m unable to finish my sentence, as my non beating heart breaks seeing her mouth all covered in blood clots.

It’s ironic, really. I was barely able to resist the smell of her blood before, but now even though I’m covered with it, I don’t seem to mind.

Her body shivers uncontrollably, until it stops moving at all. I hold her limp body, watching my tears fall on her veiny cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I keep repeating it, somewhere having a wishful thought that I could go back before all of this happened.

But her body stays unmoving. I scream and I scream, all of my human feelings washing over me now. This shouldn’t have happened. My ignorance allowed this to take place. And I will never forgive myself for it.

I hear sounds of a crowd nearing by. In total panic, I let go of her body and hide in a nearby alleyway. I crouch and hold my hands over my own ears, trying to ignore the screams that are coming from the spot where I just killed a human. The tears are now streaming down, my thoughts racing. What have I done? I should’ve never went to that bar in the first place.

Fuck, I need to get out of here before they find me. I try to leave the guilt there and run from myself as fast as I can. I am a monster. And no matter how hard I cling on to the little humanity I’ve got left, I will always remain one.