Reincarnation of the Bloody Souls

Prologue

 "Los RCOVX y los DLORG han declarado oficialmente que después de cinco años de constante investigación sobre la genética verificada, han llegado a la solución para borrar las patas amenazantes del vampirismo sobre el mundo. El Dr. Gaston Winslett de DLORG nos dijo, "después de tantos años de esfuerzos constantes de nuestros científicos de la cabeza, es claro como el agua que esta espantosa amenaza de vampirismo puede ser aniquilada, totalmente." Otro profesor de este Institiute ha afirmado: "estamos haciendo todo lo posible para proporcionar la seguridad mundial." La paciencia se espera de la gente en general. Veremos cómo el Dr. Gabrielle Wells de RCOVX describió su opinión con estas siguientes palabras: "he visto cómo nuestros cocientíficos han trabajado duro día y noche para desenterrar el arma secreta contra el monstruo." "aseguramos la seguridad del mundo, pero el arma tardará cierto tiempo en desarrollarse". 

Nuestra pregunta es que cuánto tenemos que esperar hasta que se active el arma. ¿Estamos a salvo hasta entonces? El Gobierno ya ha producido un antídoto para los virus de la cría. Pero el número de muertos está aumentando con cada vuelta de la página del calendario. Hay un motín todos los días fuera de los RCOVX y los DLORG creados por el público furioso que están asustados por sus vidas. El conteo total de víctimas en la actualidad son 83 hombres, 300 mujeres y 100 niños, entre los cuales 75 son niñas de 13 a 15 años de edad. Las mujeres son principalmente dirigidas a la cría por los vampiros viciosos. ¿Cuántas víctimas tendrán que enfrentar su fin hasta que el gobierno lance el arma definitiva? Para conocer las actualizaciones de noticias, Manténgase sintonizado con WWN Channel."

["The RCOVX and the DLORG have officially declared that after five years of constant research on verified genetics, they have come to the solution to erase the threatening paws of vampirism over the world. Dr.Gaston Winslett of DLORG told us, " After so many years of constant efforts of our head scientists, it is as clear as water that this gruesome threat of vampirism can be wiped off, totally." Another professor of this institute has claimed, " We are doing our best to provide the world's safety. Patience is expected from the general people." We will see how Dr. Gabrielle Wells of RCOVX described her opinion with these following words, " I have seen how our co-scientists have worked hard day and night to dig out the secret weapon against the monsters. We assure the world's safety but the weapon will take a certain time to develop." 

Our question is that how much we have to wait till the weapon will be activated. Are we safe until then? The government has already produced an antidote for the breeding viruses. But the numbers of dead are getting increased with each turn of the calendar page. There are riots every day outside the RCOVX and the DLORG created by the raging public who are scared for their lives. The total count of victims at present are 83 men, 300 women, and 100 children, among whom 75 are girls of 13 to 15 years old. Women are mostly targeted for breeding by the vicious vampires. How many victims will have to face their end till the government will launch the ultimate weapon? To know the news updates, stay tuned to WWN channel."]

The cacophony of the female Spanish news reporter blared through the damaged speakers of a decrepit television. The white dying light was emerging from its inside to light up the distorted pixels on the screen. A ripped, torn and broken Victorian leather chair was sprawled discontentedly on the mossy floor. Piles of beer bottles were rolling here and there like those poor beggars on the Indian streets. A loud growling noise was echoing inside the room, subduing the harsh sound of the T.V.

  A man, looking like a crumpled paper, was lying with his face downwards on his bed. His left hand was touching the floor limply. Hot breath escaped his nostril every time he snored like a fat pig. The tattered shirt he was wearing was tainted with oil and dirt. A rotten smell of his sweat and beer overpowered the fresh molecules of air, creating the atmosphere unbearable for a normal human being. Swirling round and round, the ceiling fan, at last, stopped its breath.

 A bulb, hanging from a half-ripped wire, died after flickering a few times. With a whoosh the television shut down on its own, reminding the owner that the power was gone, again for the fifth time in one month. 

Ignoring the voices of the decayed furniture, the old man slept peacefully, dreaming like a child. Or was he? The way his brows were joined in a knot, it seemed he was having some undesirable feeling in his sleep. His phone vibrated for the third time beside him until its battery released the last left charge. The chair in front of the closed window was loaded with unwashed, dirty clothes. However, there was no sign of life except for him. The walls were absolutely lonely, no picture of a family; nothing. Only a few shades of the yellow, ranging from dark to light, was painted on the vertical concrete surface. 

Suddenly, the fragile closet door rattled with constant banging from within. The muffled shout of a person, enveloped by a torn piece of cloth, was coming from the mysterious wardrobe. 

With an irritated grunt, the sleeping Rip Van Winkle woke up from his deep slumber. His red, glossy eyes, filled with rage and sleep, were glowing in the darkness of the closed room. Thumping his big, heavy feet on the wooden floor, he walked closer to the closet. The banging from earlier came to an immediate end as if the person inside was afraid of the upcoming fate. 

" ¿Qué? " ("What?") His loud manly voice burst out with anger, " deja de golpear como un animal!" ("Stop banging like an animal!") And with that his right palm connected with the hard texture of the wardrobe in a threatening manner. "Bitch! You're pissing me off!" He turned around and walked outside of the room,  leaving it hollow and cold.

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Another nightmare, another disrupted unconscious condition. The same story, the same face, and the same agony covered him every time he shut his eyes to doze off peacefully. He felt tired, sick of his own traumatic nights. And the fact that he had already murdered five women added more to his exhausted chest. However, I have to keep killing, he thought to himself and then he looked at his hands which were trembling furiously with a nervous breakdown.I can see blood sticking like a glue all over my hands! He had never encountered this type of weakness in him but the way his body deteriorated with every rising of the sun, he knew he was growing old and weary. He was different now, he had changed; changed for good though. 

Necessity is what turns a man into a beast, and a beast is still better than a man without any purpose to live. He had had once lost the purpose to keep breathing, but now the light of darkness cradled him in an embrace. Immortality was never what he wanted yet he was granted that doom. Now was the time for revenge. 

He flew over the rotten deads like a hunting dog so that the smell of gory blood and tattered flesh could give him the strength he wanted. Now not the time for thinking rather the act of doing. He told himself and bent down to pick up the dirty rope. He needed the soft, warm and fleshy body of that pretty woman. 

On the other hand, the woman behind that closed casket was sobbing like a lost child. Her whole body was shaking with true fear. She thought about how she used to ignore the beautiful gift she had known as life. She recalled how many times she cut her wrist and wanted to bleed to death. And still, when she was facing her own deadline, she desired to escape from this claustrophobic hellhole. With drumming heart and assembled strength she banged the wooden door again while whispering, " ¡que Dios me ayude!" ("God help me!") before passing away into oblivion.

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Author's Note

Those who know Spanish well, please don't kill me. I am not familiar with the language. The lines are translated by the Bing Translator. If you find any error or mistake, feel free to let me know. The application of a different language is just for the sake of the story.

Thank you!

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