Rejuvenation Pt. 1

You really wanted to know my real name before I died? Well, I'd rather keep my name anonymous for now, but until then, I will just narrate how the next part turned out…

I was at a bar in the Walking Street district of Angeles City. This part of the city is the sin city that looked like it came out of a cyberpunk setting in Tokyo from a dystopian future movie. It was a cinematic view from my very own perspective. It felt like another planet, perhaps something you'd see once you reach the year 2077.

It was quite a beautiful sight, I must say. That is when I went inside the bar, despite my 17th century suit, which the reason why I am wearing this was because I died, obviously. Every dead person has to wear a suit or dress for the occasion. Like every occasion, such as a funeral, even the star of the show, the corpse itself, lying down for all eternity.

Regardless of the dark humour, let me begin what has happened here.

Basically… I may have probably slaughtered an entire crowd of dancers and bartenders, even the strippers and dancers. Why?

Well, let me tell you!

I had myself invited into the strip club, which, of course, you already know me, a sociopath. Loves nothing but adrenaline.

The bouncer didn't let me in at first, but I seem to have realised that as a vampire, I can use mind control over him. So, I dominated his mind by the use of my intimidating words and he let me in with ease, no haste at all.

That's when I abused my domination power to get a free drink for the lady beside me at the bar full of dancers in the dancefloor, strippers in BDSM attire in cages with a leash in their spiked collars, and that's when the lady I tried to offer a free drink refused and told me "I have a boyfriend!"

That's when I looked at her and smiled, giving off the effect of incubus seduction. It was a demonic power that makes any woman lust for the vampire, which the lady was enthralled by my eyes and she leaned towards me as I held her close. She leaned back on her neck for me to bite in. Then, I pretended to kiss her neck by sinking my fangs inside her pulsing veins, lusting for her blood.

I could not help myself but to feel so much lust for this woman, the feeling of domination, the feeling of empowerment of enslaving this one singular woman to be mine for the rest of all eternity. The feeling of having to use her anyhow I want and she would plead me to do more consensually.

That's when I pulled away, making sure not to kill her, enough to make her slightly pale as I laid her down onto one sofa and left her there alone and tried to leave discreetly.

That's when her self-proclaimed boyfriend came to show that tried to hit me with a bottle, which he did, actually. The bottle was broken by my head, but I did not even flinch from the pain. My pain to tolerance had disappeared since I was already dead, dead enough for my brain not to make any nervous function to signal me pain at all. I am just a vampiric spirit inhabiting a corpse. And to sustain my youth and strength, along with my psychic power. I have to feed on blood.

How do I know this? I don't. It's my primal instinct ever since I regenerated from the dead to my Unlife.

That's when I slowly turned around and just glared at him. I was so angered by this that I thrusted my one straight hand into his chest and pushed his heart from his back, stabbed all the way through his body.

Everyone looked, the music stopped. But I knew I couldn't leave any witnesses. So, I just killed all of them.

Nobody will notice, if there's nobody to notice.

That's when… I went a bit too far, haven't I?

I had myself leaving the scene robbing all of their money and stripped down a rich man's clothes half naked and wore his suit, tux pants, his coat, and fedora. All in black in the bathroom after cleaning all the blood from me.

Then, I left through the backdoor until someone saw me. I sighed and said, "I didn't really want to do this."

And you know what happened next.

It's dawn, and I have to find myself a hotel room to stay in. That's where the money I robbed from those dead bodies come to play. But first, I had to order myself one bowl of ramen. I wasn't feeling hungry. I just felt like I wanted to.

That's when the chef man was happy and enthusiastic to cook for me as I paid him, and as well as giving him a tip of course.

That's when it was prepared, but could barely smell the food. That's when I picked up the chopsticks and lifted up big noodles and blew the fuming heat away. I stuffed it inside my mouth and tasted nothing. I tried to swallow, but I just ended up vomiting it out no matter how I eat it.

The chef man got disappointed in me, and in himself asked, "Wasn't my masterpiece good enough for you?! Is it really that bad?"

"No, sorry." I apologised in response. "I just have an illness that makes me vomit at random intervals. Please, do forgive me. Here's extra cash as a token of my forgiveness."

"No need, it's okay. But come again if you have to."

"Thank you. Cheers, mate."

Then I left before the sun came up, knowing to myself I might get obliterated. I headed inside a random hotel that I could find at my nearest destination. That's when I asked for a room, and then I paid for it at the counter. The lady seemed to be happy to see me, so I still had time to kill by talking to her before I passed out by six o'clock in the morning.

As soon as I saw the black skies turn green, that's when I headed up the elevator to my bedroom. It was room 666.

Then, I passed out dead asleep.

Sleeping as a vampire doesn't feel natural at all. I didn't feel rested. I felt like a dead man, literally. It was the exact same feeling by the second I died the first time.