The Book of Voltaire 5 VOLUMED BUNDLE

Book I - Chapter 8

PART IV: Nightmare Overture

Chapter 8 - More Fun with Pestilence

I went outside of my bedroom and it was late in the morning already. I must have slept in while writing my novel... again. My dream journal that is. I went to eat my food ready on the table, brewed my double espresso, chugged it while smoking with a Winston Red Cigarette stick. I felt the high, but not too much adrenaline.

"Let me guess, the vaccine has arrived?"

"So, you heard the barangay Kapitan announced it early this morning? I got up as fast as I could but you were still asleep. I didn't want to bother you. I experienced both movies and you get in a bloody rage once the vampire was disturbed while sleeping. The same thing happens to you each time I wake you up. You never know I might turn like you."

"Death is the greatest gift to humankind."

"Yeah, enough with your aristocracy and British accent let's go, dress up."

"Yeah, I knew we were going outside to get vaccinated not only because I saw my cleaner outside clothes were ready on my bed, but also I had dreams about it. I had a dream that I was Gokudo again."

He went quiet in the silence for the moment after what I said about the Gokudo.

"Well, I'm going to dress up, my boss Yen-san sent me a message saying I did a damned great job last night. But I think I spent all of my money on buying a private jet or something."

"THAT WAS JUST A DREAM!"

I sighed and went to the bedroom.

Using my 7th Sense, my father already knows I'm a real vampire and a Gokudo in the first place since the first time I killed those 20 gunned men using just my knife just to join the Gokudo. I had mysterious reasons why I joined it. I prefer not to tell of the post-trauma I am having right now on why I joined in the first place, another reason is I want to kill people that's all. That's just vampire nature, we kill people for blood. Not for money or whatever, we don't care about money but the Princes of the Underworld Government does, I don't. What I only care about money is self-reward for the things I did to earn it. The good things I do. Not those sociopathic vampires who bred the Underworld Government out of a video game "Vampire: The Veil's Mask" for some bullshit reasons. These vampires who bred the Underworld Government out of fiction are just... pure madness. What kind of person would make fiction into reality? Hypocritically speaking I do, but I do not use other people's own fiction to breed my own reality. It's literally plagiarism and copyright. Just like any other content or BOOKS! I tend to use references but I do not use their own stories and plots to make it my own, they are credited for their own imagination and I have my own. We all have our own fantasies so why not use our own instead of being a fraud just to make yourself famous? Why? Is it because the other artist is better than you that you have to use a fake identity for fortune and fame? Somewhat like that? It isn't fair for everyone to do such things. It's when you were in high school, you are the smartass, and the dumb ones copied your test and homework but they got the higher scores than you did. The stupidity in this! The frauds!

The same intro and prologue happened now we start the chapter...!

And here I am, in Guagua, stuck. Another new reality is happening whenever I do something different. It's a butterfly effect, once you do something, the entire world changes, just like how The Flash went back in time just to save his mother from dying and the entire world went to World War III between heroes and the heroes became villains instead, the whole world went to down and The Flash had to go back to the future in the same wormhole to stop his previous self from changing the past in order to make the present and future the same as before. This is why creating a time machine is dangerous. One small change will change the whole world. Another thing The Flash archenemy told him "Instead of letting Hitler stay in Art School to prevent World War II you saved your mom!"

See how that goes? No matter how horrible one's past is, everything will just turn out worse if you ruin God's plans for the world for yourself just to make your own future better by going back in time and change it, your own future, and the rest of the world's future will be in post-apocalypse! Just like any other science fiction movies, that's what happens each time a time traveler changes the past, this is why Marty was warned by his grandpa who invented the car that is the time machine not to change anything in the past not to alter it no matter what but he did and he slowly started to be erased from existence. Do not change God's plans with your stupid time machines and ideals to make the future better, you are not God, God knows better for he is neither good nor bad but he is Absolute, the Alpha, and Omega. He is grey , not the white nor black but in between. He knows what is good and evil, just like Lucifer said, the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden will turn you into a god, after Eve ate it, she knew between good and evil and that is how why Humanity wanted to play God, the forbidden fruit's curse and blessing runs through our veins!

Walking down the road of McArthur Highway, I walked all the way to DHVTSU Bacolor and ended up in my godmother's home. She invited me as I intruded, she gave me a cup of coffee and a cigarette. She asked me how I've been recently. I told her I kept getting the 9 of Swords. She asked me what I meant by that. I simply answered the subliminal obvious for witches and fortune-tellers, nightmares. I told her my stories were repetitive and reoccurring each night. And in one night the same intro happens but in the same chapter I do different things in order to avoid the same ending. But they all end up in the same cliffhanger and wake up to another reality which is just another dream. Honestly, I wanted it to stop. She told me maybe a priest can exorcise the demon out of me. I told her I might just set the crucifix on fire and suck the blood out of the priest's neck. But yes, there is a demon inside of me that goes by the name of Vayne which is also partially my fault. Why? I wanted to have the dreams I wanted to happen and they happen in my dreams that keep repeating thanks to my psychological thinking pattern. Madness, doing the exact same thing over and over again expecting things to change, the definition of madness itself is pure insanity! I know I keep repeating my own words in the previous books and in this book as well and will be in the future if this repetitive nightmare will not seize into its cycle! It's driving me mad!

She told me to calm down and maybe the coffee is making me a bit more nervous. I told her I've been this way with or without coffee each time I wake up in the morning. The nightmares are the cause, not the coffee. Although I know that coffee worsens anxiety, coffee never gave me anxiety, in fact, it helps me boost my creativity in order to avoid the conflict of being lethargic, apathetic, and depressed. It helps my intuition too. Levels up the mindset I have. And once after 6 hours, it disappears. And I crash into oblivious narcolepsy.

It makes me jittery in the end though.

I started to vent to her and rant about everything that has happened in my dreams and nightmares. I'm asking her if this is reality or just another dream, or am I in a comatose?! She told me she is a hundred percent sure that this is reality. Yet I still doubted even if I needed confirmation, but dreams have no evidence it could be a dream unless it's lucid. Too much vividness in the dream makes it realistic enough for you not to think you are dreaming but if it looks weird enough and unrealistic you start to lucid dream depending on your brain and the stress level you are going through. The higher the stress levels the more vivid the dreams that might eventually turn into nightmares. As far as I have studied- THAT'S IT! IT'S MY STRESS IS THE CAUSE! I went back home that night after realizing it and went to bed after taking my pills especially the sleeping ones.