Monsterized

Chapter 4

 The enigma of death, a profound uncertainty that lurks in the shadows, always unpredictable and untimely. Death, with its ethereal presence, silently awaits at every doorstep, choosing its moment when least anticipated. It shows no bias towards wealth or benevolence, indifferent to stature or kindness. It mercilessly claims its victims, be it a peaceful slumber or a daring escapade. The mystique of death as it asserts its dominion over all, reminding us of the fleeting nature of life.

Here I am, facing the inevitability of death itself. All my previous actions have showcased my reckless and foolish nature. How can I find a way to enter my crush's room without his consent and attempt to wake him up? Little did I know that my curiosity would lead me down this dangerous path. Who could have anticipated that he had turned into a vampire? It seems that karma has finally caught up with me, and it takes great pleasure in the misfortune that has befallen me.

As I gazed up at Philip, who was feeding off my blood and draining me of life, I couldn't help but notice how strangely attractive he looked. Despite my impending demise, there was an undeniable allure about him. Determined to meet my fate with style, I cautiously reached towards his torso, hoping to feel a set of well-defined abs beneath his clothing.

At that moment, something extraordinary happened. It was no ordinary spark; it carried a sense of magic and wonder. Unsure if this was how characters in fantasy novels sensed magic, I knew one thing for certain: it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. This single spark multiplied, giving birth to two, then three, and soon there were countless enigmatic sparks dancing on my palms. As they connected, a warm and comforting sensation enveloped me. And then, unexpectedly, I witnessed a mesmerizing sight - a radiant purple light emanating from beneath Philip's chest. I stood there, astounded by the ethereal display unfolding before my eyes.

As I tried to process the bewildering sequence of events, the sensation in my hands suddenly vanished, only to connect with Philip's chest instantly. Phil was forcefully thrown backwards in a split second, crashing into the wall opposite the bed with great impact. The force left visible cracks on the wall, evidence of Phil's unexpected collision. The whole incident left me utterly perplexed, struggling to make sense of the surreal turn of events. With a mixture of fear and curiosity, I cautiously got up from the bed and examined my own hands, noticing the faint remnants of tiny, fading purple sparks. My attention then turned to Phil, who remained suspended on the wall as if time had stopped. After what felt like an eternity, he detached from the wall with a sudden jolt, descending rapidly to the ground below and leaving a significant dent in its wake.

While trying to process my actions and their consequences, I was taken aback by Phil waking up.

"Shit... My head is pounding," he groaned as he slowly rose to his feet. Reacting instinctively, I assumed a defensive stance with my hands held out as a shield. 

"Stay away from me!" I trembled. "I won't allow you to drain my blood!" Phil looked utterly puzzled by my behaviour and words, so he attempted to calm me down. 

"Jean, relax," he said in a soothing voice. "I'm not sure what happened, but I promise I mean you no harm." As if to prove his innocence, he raised his hands to show me that he posed no threat. However, I hesitated to trust his words. 

"No harm? You've already caused far more damage than y-," I paused, suddenly noticing something different about the 'Philip' in front of me. 'Since when does 'Vampire' Philip speak? All he ever did was growl and almost turn me into a withered old prune.'  I locked my gaze with his crimson eyes and couldn't help but sense a genuine sincerity emanating from them.

Asking for confirmation, I hesitantly uttered, "Is it you, Philip?"

 Noticing the fear in my voice, he calmed me down, choosing to tread cautiously. With serenity, he responded, "Yes, I am indeed the one and only." Slowly, I withdrew my hand and regained my composure, standing upright. Unable to meet his gaze,