Memoirs of a Vampire

Eight

The next days or rather nights were quite boring to me. I wanted to try everything at once, while Felix would've preferred to stay in the apartment, until I'd fully adjusted to my new situation. He just didn't specify, when that would be the case, in his opinion. I reluctantly complied with him, because he had a never ending repertoire of horrorstorys of newly turned vampires, he didn't get tired of repeating over and over. These vampires, driven by their instincts, murdered strangers, or if he really wanted to make me have a bad conscience, their families and loved ones, because of their poor judgement. By my referrals, that he would be by my side and that I had to learn to control myself somehow, I could finally convince him to a small excursion in the night from Tuesday, to Wednesday.

We walked through the deserted downtown area, at half past two and I finally got to try out my speed abilities, which are really impressive, if I may say so myself. The films do exaggerate a bit, but we are pretty damn fast. More than three times faster, than any crazily fit human and many times stronger. In addition our reaction time is unbeatable.

On Wednesday night we went to a late night screening at the cinema and for the first time I was around more than two people, which I handled without a problem. Moreover I attempted mind-control for the first time. And again I am, like with the blood lust, unable to to put this in adequate words. That's, like asking a human, how he gets his heart to beat. Okay, maybe that's a little bit to dramatic, but it really does just happen by itself. There in the cinema I didn't even plan it or initiate it deliberately. I just knew, that I was able to do it.

My 'victim', if you wanna call it that, was a man in his fifties. A few feet apart from him stood two girls, in revealing clothes. At first he only gave them an undoubtedly lustful look. When he then proceeded to catcall after them, and followed up with a sexist comment, I don't wanna repeat here, I've had it. With an ice cold, calm attitude I walked over, to talk to him and informed him in a friendly manner, what an asshole he was, whereupon he apologized for his behaviour, to than look at me, with these empty eyes, I now knew from Jacky. Fascinatingly I observed his portly, frozen face and waved my hand in front of his eyes. No reaction. He didn't seem to be there. Somehow spaced out and somewhere else with his thoughts. Cockily I instructed him to get his wallet and give me his money. Like in trance he did, what I asked for and I held 300 euros in my hand. When he began to gather his coins, I stopped him. Completely perplexed I instructed him to transfer a generous donation to 'Wildwasser' (German organisation, that supports victims of sexual violence), as well as to refrain from this behaviour in the future. Felix, who had witnessed the scene, with sceptically raised eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to go to the car. His expression did show some approval, though. I followed him, while staring on the money in my hands disbelievingly.

I usually wasn't like that. Confronting a stranger so confidently, at least not while being sober; and formerly, I would've rather been damned, than to interfere with other peoples affairs. From now on my action were driven, by the irrefutable knowledge, that I could do it.

We've all got fantasies about certain people, to just give it to them straight, instead of politely looking away. All those badass-daydreams I could now turn into reality, because from now on, none would contradict me, if I didn't want them to. The possibility of humiliation ceased to exist.

After this incident, Felix slowly started to relax. At first he had been afraid of me, attacking the guy in public, but he ended up liking my approach.

Thus the following afternoon I was allowed into town to go shopping. For everyone judging me right now: I am with you and I do agree with you, but Jesus, I was 17, so clothes and shoes were pretty much on top of the list of my priorities. Did I mention handbags?

At that age we're all shallow. Whoever is now outraged, that I didn't use my superpowers, to establish world peace, I have to disappoint. Even if I have to admit, that that was neither my first, nor my second thought, when I realised, how extensive my powers were, but I did have that thought in the night of the cinema trip after all. However unfortunately our codex says, not to interfere with the humans and their problems on a large scale. And yes, we do have a codex, even if it isn't written down anywhere. More on that maybe later.

In addition I do know for sure, that you, the reader, whoever you may be, could be doing more for an equal, better world, the protection of the environment and what else, guaranteed, but you don't. Why am I responsible all of a sudden, just because I could achieve more? Life isn't fair, rather unfair and cruel. We're all narcissistic monsters.

Now I'm getting more defensive and pessimistic, than necessary. After all, my third vampiric act was the demand for a donation, so I'm not that selfish. Let's just say I'm working on it.