The Two Faces Of The Moon Pt. 3

Then, I felt like my 7th Sense is trying to tell me something that senses danger around here. I saw what it looked like to be a walking corpse as I went off the alleyway, throwing away the bottle disposing of it in the garbage can. It was just standing there... in the shadows, twitching, almost shaking. It stood there... menacingly.

Though I felt no fear, I have faced more terrifying than this.

So, it slowly walked into the light of the lamppost, where the surrounding flies started swarming all over the walking corpse. Felt like it wasn't human.

It had sharp talons, and its teeth were all sharp as scissors. And its eyes were red as the blood moon. Beaming light eyes glowing red in the dark. Then it started running towards me!

I ran towards him. Remember, once you are afraid, use that Fear as excitement!

It clawed at me, then I dived to roll onto the ground right before he could do it almost felt like I could read his mind, but no, I can't. His mind is filled with nothing but the rage inside it and corrupted evil. I stood up quickly and turned to do a roundhouse kick, then it fell to the ground. I stabbed him in the heart using my wooden blade.

Then it was paralysed. A stake through the heart doesn't kill a vampire, but it only paralyses it. Almost felt like seeing a catatonic mental patient once you stake one, honestly. Then it did its best to move but could not, just twitching even wilder, seeing it as if it was having a seizure.

This one is tough, I'd say. So, I grabbed the shovel near here and beheaded him. I took off the knife, put it back in my holster, grabbed the gasoline can near here, and set it ablaze!!! Another demon has been exorcised to go back to Hell hence where it came!!!

Then I saw the Fear in my lover across the other side of the street. She saw the terror in her eyes as I saw horror behind those used-to-be beautiful eyes that now looked almost traumatised and mortified.

She started to hate me forever and feared me...

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It had been like that. He and I had been having a love and hate relationship between the two of us. But the more days come, the more we started working together. We reconciled as one and stopped fighting each other. All because of one girl that loved us both, and he became soft.

But ever since she cheated on me with an eboy and left me for him. That's when Fear and I tore apart from each other. Because we shouldn't even be friends with some girl or anyone else. But to be friends because we are each other.

He is me, and I am him. He is my alter ego, and I am his good side. He is a sociopath and a narcissistic person. But I still love him. I am the kindest person you'll ever meet, but Fear ruins everything for me. Because I don't acknowledge him. That's why I started feeding him with my love and care. My support and everything.

And slowly, he changed. That's when we began to work together again. We always agreed to work together each time we fell apart from each other too far. And too hard on the ground from falling from one rabbit hole to another.

I've always seen my different aspects of myself as dissociative personalities. Which is true. My second opinion psychologist diagnosed me with DID when I was around 12 years old.

After the psychiatrist drugs me up on antipsychotics and other stupid medications that never worked. In each therapy session, I always beg to be good, which I promised to my parents just so they could let me out of the house again. And by the first second I do, Fear takes over, and he would start causing mayhem all over the city.

I mean it literally. He would go around drinking in the public streets, playing with knives in broad daylight in society like no one's watching. Shouting, screaming, and yelling at people who disrespect him would sometimes go too far to become a bit too violent for a human. Because for him, he is more like a morbid eldritch monster in his proper form, but I still accept and love him. That's what's so great about him.

He is so manipulative and charming that he would go his way, giving me what I want and what he wants. But mostly what I want. He's the reason for my suicidal and self-destructive nature. And being a menace to society.

But it's not his fault. All of us have a shadow self. And my shadow self is an incarnation of my past childhood traumas and all the times I've been bullied enough to become like this. For him to become like this. For him to be born with a huge dream to become an infamous serial killer. He would often go around lurking in the Darkness, stalking people.

Waiting for the right moment to strike his knife into their stomach, rip out their intestines, and use those to strangle them. I know it's inhumane the way it sounds, but he can do worse than that. That's just the tip of the iceberg.

But to be honest, he's not all that bad. Just don't get on his wrong side. He's usually a good person, or at least what he wants you to think. He's a chill person but just somewhat impulsive in his nature as a sociopath. He loves to get drunk, become a playboy, do lots of drugs, conspire in murders that he never does except for "one time" and "the other" and "soon".

But they mostly survive. The first one he had actually killed was 2nd-degree murder. I have pleaded insanity at court, so I was sent to the mental asylum. But it was all planned all along. It was supposed to be 1st-degree murder if my lawyer wasn't really good at his job.

And could have already gotten me in jail for years. But luckily, I was pleaded with insanity. Therefore, I have never been to prison but a month in a mental ward until Fear took over when he heard me crying, wanting to go see my dad again.

Fear acted as sane as possible, which is his most significant perk. No matter how insane he is, he can put up a mask of sanity. A facade.

But it doesn't usually last long. Usually, and eventually, he's going to turn from sociopath to psychopath. A sociopath is always calm, charismatic, and calculated no matter what. But a psychopath is unstable and violent. But both have the characteristics of lacking empathy.

But for myself? I'm an empath. I feel everyone's pain. And I feed on people's fears to make it my own. But Fear feeds on people's terror to sustain his living.

And not only that, before Fear took over me to become a delusional vampire. Which he wrote about. I wrote this one.

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This is a work of fiction. Maybe it is, maybe it is not. It is your decision to take which path you go to believe it or not… for your eyes to see the links and connections of the universe…

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On the 4th of January 1782

The greatest of all counts in the Vampire Council, Voltaire fell in love with a cult of Jesus called "Iglesia ni Cristo" in the Philippines. After he travelled there by sea from Romania, leaving his father, Mr Balaur, at the castle of Transylvania, just for his love as he yearned for her.

Voltaire was one of the greatest noblemen ever existed in mankind.

He did not care if the Iglesia ni Cristo in the Philippines was affiliated with Jesus's Religions. Rather, the Iglesia of Cristo does not believe in the Cross of Jesus. Rather but they think it is just a fiction novel in the bible. They based on something else about Christ and God, saying Christ was just a human and God is God without a doubt.

Voltaire's greatest weakness is the CROSS, but that cult was not an official religion YET until the present times of 2020. Became an official group affiliated with the church regardless of the secret blasphemy they hide.

There are such rules as DO NOT DRINK BLOOD, OR YOU DIE. And he only knew very little of the virgin woman's little religious Jesus cult until they were separated apart…

"I'm sorry Voltaire… we are to be married, but I cancel that now… I am in love with someone else now, but I do not care even if HE has a wife and child. I want to be his WHORE…!" says the virgin lady whose name was Jerusha.

Voltaire was left heartbroken. Then cried Blood turned into ruby in his hideouts around the world under the mountains until people found such vast greatness and too much value on this stone called "RUBY". Still, in fact, they are the bloody tears that came from Voltaire's eyes while he travelled through the secret passages under mountains.