Unwanted blood bath

*bam*

*bam*

The door to Mark's house was getting slammed on. A group of mad people were trying to get into the house of Mark under the woman's command. These people were all crazy, and only wanted to destroy. Under the woman's manipulation, the desire for destruction turned to focus at Mark. Mark, who wasn't really Mark anymore, but an embodiment of anger and hunger…

"Rargghh!!"

When the door had already been broken down, and when the group of mad people were already rushing in to find Mark, that's when a terrifying roar could be heard by everyone near proximity. The roar was from an enraged and hungry Mark that wasn't fully conscious. It was the roar of a beast…

Red eyes and fangs. Those are the unique and most obvious changes within Mark's body. Mark was no longer human, but a vampire that is hungry for blood…

The mad people. They were all victims for Mark's new powers to bloom. They were the nutrition that Mark needed in order to fully transform and officially become a vampire, because unlike the ordinary vampires, the woman set him up for greater power. Mark who has two souls, was the victim chosen as a heirloom. A powerful piece for the Queen of Draculas. A piece that establishes the name of her, because of its power that can even challenge hers.

Indeed… What Mark had been turned to is something almost similar to a Dracula. A Dracula is in short, a vampire that has lived long enough to gain their own free will and gain enough power. What Mark had been turned into, is a high ranking vampire. A vampire that has great powers from the start, and that is able to use their mind and soul. This means that unlike the average, Mark is not some brainless undead that desires for blood just to remain alive. He desires for blood because he needs to fill up his empty-like body in order to have his powers and to be able to use his mind.

And that's why he did what he did…

His nails that suddenly popped up to be longer, sharper, and thicker, they scratched right trough the skulls of the victims that don't have their mind under control. Bloodshed soon appeared left and right, and what's surprising, is that Mark didn't even need to use his mouth to consume their blood. The great amount of blood that formed a pool on the floor, they all naturally floated up in the air to be absorbed into his pores. His face, his arms, and even the areas that were clothed. The blood simply seeped through his clothing to get into his pores…

When everyone within the house was killed, and when enough blood was absorbed, that's when Mark regained his consciousness. When mark regained awareness of his surroundings, he almost threw out of vomit. The sight in front of him was too gruesome. Fresh corpses that had their bloods dried. Brain splatter, raptured hearts and livers… All kinds of nasty things lay on the floor, which forced Mark to run the bathroom, because his vomit couldn't be held back any longer.

"Don't tell me I've touched those intestines."

*Blergh*

Mark uttered and threw up right after checking the dirty state of his hands.

"Gross…"

*Blergh*

After a while, Mark was finally able to calm down. He had regained the strength to leave the toilet behind and to flush it, however, he still had troubles standing straight. His body was trembling. His legs, unstable. With a lot of trouble, he made it towards the bathroom sink. There, behind the sink, he only focused his attention on the water dispenser, because he wanted to clean his dirt hands so badly.

When Mark was done washing his hands with enough soap, he switched to rinse his face. Some water on his face is just what he needed at that moment. Too much had happened recently, and what's worse, is that he has everything recorded in his memories. The way he slaughtered those people. He remembers it all…

"Why? Why couldn't I do anything about it? Why was I such a beast?" Mark muttered to himself as he stared at the water going down the drain of the sink. He couldn't understand what had happened earlier. His memories… He only remembers seeing it, but doesn't remember doing it.

"No, I do remember. It's just… I didn't feel or think of anything. I was like a braindead anim-"

"Ahh!"

Mark let out a terrified scream, right before he was about to finish his sentence. The reason why, is because he caught the sight of a girl not too far behind him, when he was moving his head up to see his miserable self in the mirror.

Mark quickly turned his body to ask who the girl is and what she is doing behind him.

"Where is she?" When looking behind him, he didn't see any signs of her being there where he saw her.

"Hmm… Maybe I'm just going crazy after what ha- Ahh!"

Again, he let out the scream of his life when he looked back to the mirror. The girl was still there where he had seen her first, even when she wasn't there where the mirror describes her to be…