6. The Slayer
The Slayer
Time passes quickly in the mortal realms, though this place is far from what I remember.
It’s confusing, loud, and overwhelming.
If the humans have advanced so much, why are they still so helpless and oblivious to the blood-sucking demons that lurk around every corner?
It’s not shocking that they haven’t used their new technology or manufacturing to protect themselves. The times are different, but humans have stayed the same.
Helpless, pathetic, and fucking annoying.
I mostly roam at night, but during the daytime, my human vessel gets hungry, and I have to feed it, which has been a whole ordeal. A woman screamed in fear over my size and the vastness of my voided eyes.
Usually I’m able to manipulate my vessel far easier, calling upon their features, but this one is proving difficult.
“Let me out,” he complains.
“Always whining and bitching. You’re making my head hurt,” I tell him, hoping he’ll shut the fuck up.
If this body wasn’t so strong and if I hadn’t had spent so much time in the void, I’d probably let one of those bloodsuckers kill me so that I could get a new, less annoying vessel. He’s lucky I’m desperate.
My mate has to be here. She can not be a farce. If I do not find her, I must find a way to end these cycles, to end everything. I’d need to destroy that book with my name in it for one, and figure out how to not get sent back to the void.
“Please. Please let me out,” the voice inside of me begs, and I’ve had enough.
“Shut up!” I boom out loud.
A human woman looks at me with fearful wide eyes, and I take a deep breath.
I stole these dark eye-coverings off a man who nearly hit me with his massive machine they now use, called a car.
His wallet has also proven to be helpful.
They no longer use coins in this time, just small rectangular things that store your money on them?
I’m not sure how it works. Either way, Gregory Tammish has been paying for all of my meals, which is great.
This town is a fucking bust. I’ve murdered every vampire within a ten-mile radius, all of them low-level and not a challenge at all.
I’m bored and I want my mate. Yet, my drive to kill is strong and nothing I do will stop it.
Tonight I’ll travel to a new village to see if they have a stronger population of vampires and I’ll keep moving until I sate this blood lust.
I could teleport to the new village, but that takes too much of a toll on my body. I’ll need a new mode of travel.
The woman who brought me food brings me a sheet of paper with numbers on it. She’s clearly terrified, her heart beating at an unnatural rate. “Your receipt and, um…you have some…ketchup? On your shirt?” she says and I glance down at the shirt.
“This is blood,” I tell her. “What is this?” I hold up the paper and she clears her throat.
“Your receipt to pay for your meal.”
I place down one of Gregory’s shiny cards and watch the humans coming and going from the shop. They all leave and get into one of those cars. They move fast.
That is exactly what I need.
The woman comes back and her face looks like she’s going to vomit and I automatically move my chair so she doesn’t relieve her stomach on me.
“Sir, the card was declined.”
“I do not know what this means. How does one get one of these cars?” I ask, pointing outside.
“Uh, well, you go and buy one. Do you have a different payment method?”
I throw down another one of the man’s cards and she walks away. The man across from us pays his receipt as she called it. He looks evil, wearing a dark multi-layered outfit, and he holds a handful of keys in his hand.
As he gets up, I follow him.
“Do not kill him,” the man warns, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m not in the habit of killing mortals…on purpose,” I say, following the man.
I hate wasting time, and I simply punch him in the face, relieve him of his keys, and stare down at them. There’s a red button, which must mean it’s important. I press it and groan as an alarm goes off.
The vehicle a few paces over blinks its lights and I realize the red button is to help me identify the vehicle. Humans have gotten one thing right.
A low curse slips out of me as I view it. The thing is tiny. Why would anyone choose this vehicle? There’s a jaguar animal on the front of it, and I wonder what the ferocious beast has to do with these modern machines.
I figure out how to get inside, and that’s where I get lost.
“Drive me to the next greatest village,” I say out loud to the car, which does not work. The voice in my head is quiet and I finally find the button that says start. When I push it, the engine hums with fury.
I hit a great many things on my way to the next parish, none of them living things, I don’t think. Until eventually I turn into a dark area with white lines the humans use to park their cars.
I sense a vampire is near, a strong one. I’m about to just let the car keep rolling since I can’t figure out how to make it stationary, and finally the voice in my head speaks up.
“Move the shift to the P,” he says, and I don’t know what he means. “Fuck. You’re not going to kill me doing this. Move the handle in the middle of the vehicle to the letter P and hit the start button. It turns the car off.
I’m amazed that my annoying vessel is correct, though I don’t tell him that. He needs to learn to shut the fuck up and let me take over completely.
There’s a faint glow in the distance and I see the vampire. He’s stalking someone, a woman with pink hair, I realize. My stake is in my hand, ready to go.
He attacks her, grabbing her pink hair and I don’t hesitate; my aim true as I throw the stake and land it right in the fucker’s heart. Gore spatters all over the place, and the woman is in shock, looking around to see who saved her.
I lift my nose to the air and smell more vampires coming, possibly too many for me to take on. I have to be smarter this cycle. Instead of gearing up for another fight, I leave, knowing that I’ve found my new hunting grounds.