A Soulless Ghost (2)

"I am not a human. I'm vampire too."

Shit! I felt my heart throbbing in dull pain as my fear became reality. This freaky pale guy in front of me was really a vampire. He was no different from the ones who murdered my parents.

It was insane! I had no idea about where the destiny led us to or what kind of crazy game it got me involved. Out of all kind of disaster, why did we got to be attacked by such mythical creature like vampire? And why did they target me? Why did that vampire even bother to turn me into their kind?

And now what? Another vampire saved me from death. Everything was so insane that I want to laugh at it.

'Ah, maybe this was how a crazy person felt.'

I got up from the bed where I had been spending my time for days, went out through the door. It was my first time moving my own body that felt nothing like before. Like it wasn't mine. Everything just so different, the sight my eyes got me, or the scent I smell, or the voices I could heard.

The room was large and several bookshelves lined on one side of wall. There was wide window with white long curtain on the far side of wall. I found a two meters tall mirror stood next to a small table with Sansiviera on it. I walked toward the mirror, stared at a shadow reflected there.

'Is that me?'

I didn't look to change much. Wavy black hair as waist long, thin cheeks, dan hazel brown eyes that I inherited from dad. It was still me, but not the same me.

I wasn't sure what was different. But it really felt different. I mean, beside my skin that turned paler, all of my senses felt strangely sharper.

My gaze stopped at the patient clothes I was wearing. It seemed that Zero had sent me to a hospital before brought me here—wherever here was. By the way, how long I've been here? How many days had passed since I last remembered it. How long had I been unconscious?

I reached my clothes and raised it so I could see a bandage around my stomach. My gut told me to open up the bandage on my belly.

A grin that I never had before appeared on my face. There was nothing behind the bandage. Even though there it was still fresh in my mind when the vampire hand stabbed in it, made the blood splattered all around. I could even recall how painful it was. And the wound was definitely still hurt when I first opened my eyes. But not even a single scar left there.

This is not normal. This is so not-human-like.

I turned away from the mirror. Hatred burst when my eyes fell on my own reflection there. That person was not me.

I walked toward the stair, and went down. My head couldn't stop analysing the abnormalities in my own body. First, the wound that was perfectly gone. And these sensations my senses got me. It was nothing like before. Not to mention, I've been refusing to eat for days but this body felt nothing wrong at all. There was no hunger, nor fatigue, nor pain.

I knew Zero tell me the truth. I felt it myself. Vampire's blood was turning me into their kind, slowly but surely. I would eventually lose my human side. And when that happen, I didn't know what would remain in me.

On top of that, what was Zero actually planning by saved me and brought me here? One understandable possibility was that he wanted the same thing as those vampires who targeted me. My blood.

After passed some rooms, I found what I was searching. Kitchen. I ran to the counter and grabbed a knife. Without second thought, I cut my wrist until blood flew out like flood. Gritted my teeth from the pain, refused the urge to stop.

I refused to give myself to anyone. And I would not let any vampire suck my blood. I'd rather welcoming death like an old friend.

Then out of sudden, a hand took away the knife from me. Throw it away and broke it. To be more exact, the knife turned into dust. I gazed up to found Zero stood behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Zero did not respond to my scream. He grabbed my bleeding arm and brought it closer to his lips. For a second, I was sure I knew his intention. He would suck my blood dry!

But I was wrong. Zero licked wound from where the bleeding came. In the next second, I could see the wound was closed.

"Stop it!" I jerked my hand, tried to get away from him. But he didn't budge. He was too strong. "You can't stop me or I'll fucking kill you!"

I punched his chest several time. Tried to make him move away. But he remained unmoved with a hand still holding mine.

"You could think as you please about me. Just please don't die."

"You crazy bastard!"

I kept on punching Zero's chest even if it had no effect. I had no idea about what happened or what I was doing. More than that, I didn't know why I was crying in his arm.