The Blood King (Wattpad Exclusive Version)

CYKO

 

April 6, 2005, 2:24 a.m. - Miami

I spend the next weeks killing more than usual, as if by doing so, I could be free of the ever-present memory of Lucy. Every night I went out in a mindless blood hunt. I was reacting instead of acting. Each time I took a life, my rage increased. Ironically, I felt more alive than ever. My senses were sharper. My instincts more tuned. I was becoming something more than a vampire.

What exactly? I was not sure.

Due to the large amount of blood I was drinking night after night, my healing process sped up enough that I almost regained my old self in no time at all. Some of the burn marks were still visible; but for the most part, they were almost gone. And my hair was growing too. I couldn’t wait to move out of Lucy’s place, out of the state, the country, the planet - anywhere, but as far away as possible from the reality that Lucy was gone, forever. 

I left Jason alone to deal with the moment. His concerns regarding those immortals running wild were short-lived. Using his superior skills, he hunted them down one by one. They were no match for him. Jason’s ability was far superior against their superhuman strength and their capacity for resurrection. Besides, they seemed to be driven by specific goals. They were obsessed to be in places they needed to go, people they needed to see; it was like being brainwashed. In fact, it could be said that they were. My impostor, somehow, implanted specific thoughts in each one of them to follow up. It took Jason a while to realize this and bring it to my attention.

Then it began.

First, I didn’t know what to make of it. In time, I realized that my brain was dragging images of strange memories. I saw myself in odd places, doing strange things. Then they became familiar, and I began to remember.

I recalled the face of Hunter, the vigilante, but I couldn’t remember the place. We were inside a building, and we were fighting. No, he was trying to fight me, but all was useless.

Using all my powers of concentration, I tried to position myself in the right place and time. Only then did I remember that it happened nights before my final confrontation with the thing that took control of my body.

The consequences and the ramifications of the events that took place in those nights were beginning to be known to me, and as I was about to find out, it would change my existence as I knew it. 

*******

March 11, 2005, 1:47 a.m. - Miami

 It was a familiar scene …

There were screams and gunshots everywhere. The place was in darkness, and there was debris all over the floor. It was an office building, and there were bodies all over the ground.

I tried to see beyond the smoke. My body sustained the impacts of the lead projectiles shot at me from assault weapons nearby. The bullet wounds were not serious; they healed almost immediately. Their hot tips penetrated my skin but could not go deep enough. Instead, they fell to the ground as I moved.

I heard more screaming.

I saw crushed skulls against the walls. I heard the voices of men praying in the middle of the darkness. I saw police uniforms surrounding me, and I attacked them all.

I am an unstoppable killer.

Then the figure of Hunter came out from the gunpowder smoke cloud covering the place. He was not afraid. I felt his anger, and I smiled at him.