Supernaturals

4. Dropped her off

DECLAN

I really felt bad for hitting her even though I knew that knocking her out was the only way I could get her to ‘listen’ to reason. No amount of explaining would get through to her, she had a very strong mind and wasn't going to listen to me especially since I was supposed to be an enemy.

I had just met her but I knew that much about her.

I was moving so fast that I hoped she wouldn't wake up as I moved. The shock could kill her. I didn't know where to drop her but I knew where not to drop her. I knew not to drop her anywhere close to where the demons stayed and also far away from the vamp territory. She would have more chances of surviving anywhere else.

With my speed, I would get to drop her off in three or four minutes. Then she would be on her own.

I remembered when Hamzak 101 started some sixteen months ago. It had begun as a viral disease killing people in one particular continent, and then as if the whole planet was consumed by the mother of all wildfires, the virus, known as as Hamzak 101, didn't only succeed in bringing the world to its knees, it ripped off the f*cking knees.

I had wondered how the other Supernaturals survived being that they have lived in different places before the Hamzak 101 taught the world a bitter lesson. Fortunately for the vampires, we had always lived together so it was easier for us to organise ourselves. There was no need asking how the humans fared, it was common knowledge. They all perished and then arose as nothing but zombies.

Some said there were some humans who survived the virus and are hiding. I couldn't say how true that was because since the last sixteen months the apocalypse started, I hadn't seen one human.

I got to where I thought was best for me to leave the witch. I ripped off the metal door of a store and placed her carefully on the floor. I made sure to secure where I left her so she won't become a target for the Undeads *(zombies)*.

I turned to leave and then went back to where she laid. She was so beautiful, I wanted to have her in my arms and tell her all the stories I knew. Now that either made me sound like a hopeless romantic or a total moron, but I really didn't mind. When the pretty witch was in the picture, who wouldn't. She was the very definition of beauty, and a definition I was confident everyone would accept without question.

For no reason, I bent and then kissed her forehead. Don't tell me, I know that was out of the ordinary. . .and kinda inappropriate but I couldn't help myself. I could swear I felt butterflies in my stomach, I felt electric surges around my whole body.

If I had met an extraordinary person of any sort, it was the witch that laid before me.

Choosing not to think of what my face would be back at home, I praised the universe for allowing me to see her. That was a special gift for me indeed. Also, my meeting her led to me saving her life, whether she appreciated it or not.

I hadn't really had any solid relationship in my life so far. It was always a one-month relationship for me. Less than a month at times. It didn't have much to do with the fact I had lived with vampires all my life. It wasn't that at all. I knew many young vamps like myself, who had been hopelessly in love with human girls—when there were still humans.

It had gotten to a stage where I told myself that this relationship stuff wasn't for me. I could blame it on the background of my family, I could say whatever I wanted but the truth was that I hadn't taken those relationships seriously. As much as I would like to toss the blame to myself for being a vampire, or that I had really bad luck with women, it was clear that the issue was with me and no one else.

If I wanted better relationships, I had to invest more, I had to be prepared to give it my all. In theory, that sounded quite doable but in reality, it really wasn't. At least to me, it wasn't.

Relationships came with a lot of b*llshit I really wasn't ready to bear. One of these issues had to do with privacy, another had to do with loyalty and commitment, also there was the issue of giving your partner enough time and care. All too much. There were probably a dozen more issues and whenever I thought about it, I would remind myself that perhaps it was best I stuck to j*********f. Nothing could go wrong there.

I left the witch there and then ran around the building she was in. I made sure I k*lled every zombie I saw as I went around the building multiple times. I prayed under breath; I wished she would get home safely.

I probably would never see her again, I thought to myself.

At least I would know that I put in some efforts to save her life. Even though I strongly doubted that she would ever appreciate my good deed. All I saw in her pretty eyes was hatred and anger. If I had allowed her, she would have ripped me in two.

I began to daydream as I walked back home. . .moving as slow as anyone would. I thought of having a normal family. Better put, I thought of raising a family and the idea of it brought warm smiles to my cold face. Thinking of it alone had made me feel so much happier. There were many reasons I felt raising a family with someone you truly loved was an experience above any other.

Firstly, what intrigued me was the idea of putting off your life and creating something special with someone new. I don't know for others, but for me, it was the most beautiful thing.

Also, the fact that you get to raise children makes it even more special. While I don't think I would ever have children, it was felt really good just thinking about it. I mean, a vampire can dream too.

For the last two hundred years, the population of the vampires had increased substantially. This was so because some two centuries ago, some top witches were forced to cast a spell that would make vampires be able to reproduce, as well as making magical rings popularly known as ‘daylight rings’, which allows vampires to walk in the day without being k*lled by the sun.

With vampires being able to reproduce, it was possible for vampires to actually raise a family and settle down for good. While getting married wasn't something really popular among vampires, the current era of the vampire culture allowed the vamps to have a taste of normalcy. . . if they wanted it at all.

I think I heard them before I set my eyes on them. There were three of them, all tired, anxious and scared. They were magicians, it didn't have to take one to know one. I could feel the power in them, I could feel the vibrant energy that flowed in their veins. While not quite as intense as what I felt in the other girl, they had powers in them anyway.

There were two girls and a boy. The boy had dislocated his left ankle, so the girls grabbed him by the shoulders. They seemed confused, none really knowing where to turn to.

They had to be friends of the witch I saw earlier, I figured.

They were crying, all three of them. At first,I thought it was because they didn't know where they were. In the apocalypse, that was more than enough to shed tears. But then I saw that the guy who had a dislocated ankle was bleeding from his lower abdomen. Seriously!

I ran to them, they didn't see me come, all they saw was me standing before them. None of them would believe that I actually ran to them, they could swear that I appeared before them with some sort of magic.

“Who are you?“ One of the ladies demanded, bringing out a fire ball from her hands.

It seemed the spell that made fire balls was witches' go-to spell.

“I'm afraid the answer you seek would do you no good.”

The bleeding guy stared at me warily, and then turned to his friends, “He's a vampire.”

Terror sparked in all their faces, it was almost as though they had seen a ghost.

Allowing the wounded guy to rest on the ground, they both brought out huge fireballs from both their hands. While getting incinerated would definitely not kill me, the pain could make me weak for quite a while. I ran to them quickly and knocked them out cold before they could realise what was happening.

My speed was making me feel like some superhero.

“Don't kill me, please don't." The wounded guy said, his voice barely audible.

He was so scared of me. I could feel it. I could see it. It was all around. The fear in him was so strong that he couldn't help himself from shivering and whimpering. It was a sad sight, no doubt, especially as he was bleeding out. Especially as he was dying.

Well, I felt he was being scared of the wrong thing. Me killing him wasn't what he should be scared of as he was already dying. His face had become very pale, his pupils dilated, and his breathing unusually unsteady. He was looking at me but I doubted if he could maintain his vision for the next ten minutes. He was dying, and time wasn't on his side at all.

I moved towards him and he tried to get up. He failed.

“Don't move, I can make you better but you have to trust me. We don't have much time left, you are dying."

“Don't kill me." He said softly.

Effect of the apocalypse. Nobody trusted anyone.

“If I wanted to kill you, you and your merry band of morons would all be dead.” I moved closer to him, raised and laid him on my lap. “ Now you would have to drink my blood, it's the only way you can be saved.”

Vampires blood was very powerful and could save humans when wounded, no matter how bad the wound was. As long as it was an exterior wound, vampire blood was sure to heal it. However, vampires hardly ever gave humans their blood. . .humans were nothing more than meal to the vamps.

“Your blood? No, I wo. . .”

“I'm not even going to push this, take it or die, you and I know you won't last the next five minutes.”

“I don't want to be a vampire.”

“Have you like, never seen any vampire movie? You become a vampire by getting bitten, not by taking blood directly."

I bit my palm and forcefully dropped blood into the guy's mouth, and he fell unconscious. It was normal, when he would become conscious, he would be fine.

Kinda crazy that he was dying and he had been reluctant to take my blood. Many would have jumped at the opportunity to live, whether it was convenient or not. Good thing I wasn't one who took no for an answer.

It was funny how I had gone through the trouble of saving witches—our sworn enemies. The hard thing was, despite my years of discipline, I still felt like sucking them all dry. You could master the nature of being a vampire, but those urges were there to stay. They were an integral part of our nature..

It was the vampire culture, it was our nature. And now, I would go back home to face the consequences of my actions.

Alone, as always.