The Book of Voltaire 5 VOLUMED BUNDLE

Book II - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Un/Holy Incarnate

After the test, he approved for the first time and I got what I needed. He bought me the best and highest quality coffee ever, but he wanted to make sure it's not brewing coffee grounds nor beans because once my mother came back home during the midnight of the first day of lockdown happened in Manila, she came back home that time of March 15, 2020, she gave me brew able coffee and I brewed too many shots into my espresso in just one cup using a teapot as I improvised on how I can make my coffee brewed which isn't instant coffee, I had to make my mind how I can make my coffee perfectly. So, I used 7th Sense for the first time in my life which I was not aware of that power's name yet, I used to call it Eagle Eyes, then I found something behind the old dreaded drawers where I looked there and found a teapot. I used this to brew coffee. I just had to use my wits and intuition even though they were just in training at the time. That was the day before my mother gave me tarot cards during August. Until she had to burn it because I predicted someone's death using it. And it was a close relative. Even with that eye-proof my father remained an atheist to all religious, occultist, and superstition alike. So, I had the time to go outside. Sadly, the curfew here has been declared once again. It is the spike of the second wave of the Coronavirus. As a vampire, I am immune to all diseases since I am already dead and cannot die nor get infected by mere diseases since anything I eat or drink becomes devilishly consumed by my vampiric blood cells which are purple. I once figured this out when I cut myself with a scalpel in a special private class in the school laboratory with my science teacher. That inspired me to become a hematologist, until now I still believe there is science behind vampires and all things occult and supernatural. Even if I wanted to spend my big brother's money on college for psychiatry, I wanted to become a hematologist after I had the fascination of studying my own blood. During that private lesson, I had to kill a frog and bring it to the laboratory back at the cemetery park where it's often flooded every rainy season. I brought it half alive breathing and gasping for its draining life. I was that psychotically sadistic as a teenager yet I never aged. I studied its blood by borrowing a microscope because I was interested in why blood was so delicious and the rest were not. So, I put my saliva into the blood after studying it where I found nothing but normal blood cells almost like humans. Then I saw my own saliva putting its receptors in each blood cell and the blood cells went dormant-looking. I was amazed. Then I used my blood this time by cleaning off the scalpel and cut my finger and put a drop of blood on the specimen's blood onto the glass and I saw that it was creating some sort of thing that I felt as if no one has discovered such reactivity into this devilish thing! My blood cells attached to the blood cells of the specimen's and the specimen's blood cells turned the same shape, size, and color as my own blood cells. So here I learned how vampirism works. But what about my venom once I feed and bite? I haven't done it yet. That is a question that remained to be a mystery until I got my own laboratory and donor test subject.

Back to the story, I was too tired to go outside so at night I felt the adrenaline surge inside of me needing to run faster than I was on coffee. Blood is my nighttime coffee and coffee is my daytime blood. Although there is a bit of blood inside my coffee stream. HAHAHA!