Abandoning

The vague street lights went glitching as the heavy rain poured. It started from grey shady clouds to opaque weather, the night came along with it as it shed down. The valley was filled with drunkards, street rats, thieves, and women eagerly following their husband's conceited and self-indulgent whims. Cars passed by rudely, splattering the water puddles on the sideroad, making people wet and mad.

This place. It was a hellish one for him.

He loathed staying alive within these infrastructures for so long. A place surrounded by the deep forestry, shrouded by the massive land of mother nature, and to top that, it is an obscure valley. Where his kind mostly stay, where there is no sunlight and where only few people live.

This. This is the world that he deserves. Is what he thought. One that has no greatness upon its stead, not futuristic, and nothing to look upto.

Underneath his black polyester hooded sweatshirt, was his skin almost blemishing onto the depths of the ocean, it was no longer pale as it used to be, it turned into a purple-coloured one. It was no bruise, but his entire complexion made him looked hideous; as the normal humans would say. His appearance worsens throughout the years as he wanders around the Earth. Everyday was a living hell for him, but he contained himself.

"I won't let these fangs crash on someone else's skin but on the animal as I am." He muttered and shifted his direction.

He entered inside an alley, where his abode is located. Opening the wooden door and gently closed it, by the looks of it, it seems that he should be fetching a new door again.

He heaved a sigh.

"How many years has it been?" Asking himself as he raised his palms and began counting. "Approximately, Centuries. Centuries have passed and this valley only ever darkened itself. As if I'm one to talk."

He faced the shattered mirror, had he not had a hard time pulling his hooded shirt off of his body, he could have saved some of his worthless time. Bruise-looking skin tone, almost matching his black hair, on top of that, his body was not that… bad. He had a good posture, after all that hunting he has been doing, as to say that it was one of his advantages. He did not need any of this

He groaned softly when his finger touched something hot, he gazed at what it was and it was the silver necklace attached to it was the pearl his mother bought him centuries ago. No wonder he almost burnt his flesh.

Their kind has not only been prohibited to expose their bodies to sunlight but to top that, silver things; jewelries, spoons and forks, and anything silver will also burn their flesh.

He went looking for a fabric, picked the necklace with it, as he stood there staring intensely at the necklace that his mother brought him years ago. A lot of melancholy and nostalgia rushed through his system however, the hatred was one to cover all those memories. Each time he remembers how his whole life changed just for a single night infuriates his head.

While he was mourning and gritting his teeth together, a stud was heard. He glanced at his back, reckoning it is where that noise came from. His face twitched when seeing what it was. He ruffled his hair in irritation.

"Why do I always forget to get this door fixed, repeating my words all day. It already has been years but this door stood strong for me. Now, it died upon my own selfishness. I should really get this change." As he walked towards it, a strong wind passed by, making his hair move. After reaching out to the fallen wooden door, he heard someone gasping.

He stroked his hair and saw a woman trembling after seeing him. She was the same woman whom those drunkards are targeting, a woman whom those men are eager to control, she looked bruised, her face clearly was beaten up to pulp, and her arms were filled with scratches. If not raped, anyone can say that she was being violated.

He arched his brows, worrying for the woman's sake. However, seeing her tremble from his mere sight. She must've been too out of it.

"Are you alright, young lady?" He tried extending his hand when he saw how she almost fainted.

But, he had no idea that it was because of him. After smelling her blood, his eyes must have been tinted with the colour red, his fangs suddenly itch, and the his instincts began to be more wary.

"M-Monster! You're a monster! You mortifying being! Aaah-" She shouted and escaped from his vission.

He then took a moment to reflect on himself and then it hit him, he was not wearing any shirt! Quickly, he dashed to wear one and he ended up punching his own face. What a foolish mistake it was. After a while, he felt conflicted. Having to hear words that he used to say from his mother's murderers. He was one of them now.

"What will happen next? I'm sure she won't let me just roam around after she saw my skin. And the eyes that beholds secrecy, anyone can say that she saw it. My fangs surely have been bare as well." He heaved a loud sigh and settled on for a seat, massaging his forehead to his hair at the back. "Self distraught, is this what one would say? No. It was just right of her to treat me that way. Even I disgust myself."

The same night, he decided to stroll around the dark forest. After that encouter, his teeth became agitated; gums itching, lips twitching, and his eyes felt warmer than usual. His true form disclosed and he had to get out of his house first.

"I almost killed every animal lying around this forest, a couple more years and it will go extinct." He muttered, with the use of only his hands and stern strength, it was unbelievable but he was able to get on top of its branches by just one push. It was one of traits he mastered after becoming a vampire.

Jumping from one tree to another, sniffing his best to find that certain scent from the animals. Bears, cows, goats, anything. As long as he can put a stop to his thirst. Although it won't fully cover his hunger, in fact it might worsen his stamina. But, Luther never had a choice, within centuries, after that tragedy that happened with his mother, he never ever laid his fangs to every human he sees. Instead, threw all of his needs and frustrations to the animals. Seldomly, his conscience attacked him and so he also took care of some of the animals int he forest, or else they might just go extinct with his continuous outbursts.

"Found one!"

It was a cow, the moment he saw it he went down the tree and used his sharp nails to pounce it. The cow mooed, as it tried to escape his grasp, it was not able to move anymore as the poison inside his fangs was released when he started biting it. The cow collapsed and luckily it did not land on him, or else he might have struggled, well, at least his human instincts inside him thought so.

"What a disgusting thing you must be." Someone behind him uttered with a cold deep voice.

Luther wiped the blood off of his lips, he snorted as he swallowed the blood while being disgusted by it. It was not the one his thirst was searching for, there's something inside him that desires a blood to quench his thirst. For the vampire in him just could not help it.

"Disgusting," He scoffed and turned around to face him. "You know what's disgusting?" Slowly, he walked towards the man. "Is the fact you slaughter innocent humans and suck each and every ounce of blood they have in their vessels. Taking their freedom out of their hands and affecting their lives as you please. Implant berserk without their will to, and what's worse is none of it can be changed. That's what's disgusting, Darick. Nothing but that is ever more heinous, abhorrent, and loathly pestering." He ended it as he looked at his eyes, directly. The rage in his calm yet outburst voice was obvious.

They stared at each for a while, intensely. Darick on the other hand chortled, avoiding his gaze and turning his back towards him.

"I'm not here to explain what's what, although I must tell you that eating is never disgusting. Blood is like how humans eat their meats, their breads, and their sweets. For us, vampires, well… Do I really have to explain it to you? You must know it by now, don't you? I don't think you're that ignorant as you tell me these things. We're all just people feeding ourselves, am I right?" He smudged a smirk.

"Huh, but humans placed no area as food! They are tributes of humankind, a kind where the above has been created mainly to survive and evolve forward, with your kind of people? I don't think there's a future to hold."

Darrick's jaws agitated. "What?! Don't be a hypocrite, young man. Try to open your mind more and think what if you're this cow that you just ravished? After that, you fry them in your ever so warm grails, put oils on them, and what? Smile and feast over them? Here you're telling me that merely drinking one's blood is disgusting? Atrocious!"

Luther was left speechless, yet he was pestered. "Huh, quit with babbling your useless rebuts. What do you think you're doing lingering in my territory?"

"Oh, quick to change the topic. Kids these days sure are rude. To be brutally honest with you, I'm only here for another bad news to deliver. Seeing you held yourself for these worthless peasants is indeed impressive, however, after those good deeds? Tsk…" He shook his head and steadily looked at him. "Still, they desire to take you down."

He flinched as he reminisced about the woman's face a while ago. He tapped his pockets and the pearl was no longer there. He must have left it inside his house!

"What do you mean, Darrick?"

He laughed evilly. "You know exactly what I mean. Am I too kind for this? Even after you kill HIM, you still have me guiding you back to live your life. After all, you're the only one left from his blood. He can never let you go since then."

He had his doubts with this man's words. Not a word would he ever trust from him however, as they say, pure bloods have their own inborn skill that they have been holding onto ever since they revive as the undead. Darrick here, he can see through the future, he views life differently as he knows what's gonna happen any moment from now, even if you're far, he sees everything. Everything that he desires to see.

"Go home, Luther. Get out of this place while you still have time."

That was the last statement he heard from him, after he ran fast back to his valley. Just to see that his house was burning. The smoke climbed above the surface as the fire flakes flew around, his house was old so it won't be for long before it turns into a complete pile of ash. His breath became heavy, he wanted to surge in to search for the pearl but the fire was stopping him. His lips were slightly parted, he was truly shocked as to what these people have done to his one and only abode.

"No. No way. Why? I have never done one obnoxious thing to them, even sacrificed myself for them to be sound and safe. Yet, this is what I get? This?" He muttered, as his insides slowly crumbled. He wanted to shout it all out, however no more noise came out of his mouth.

"There he is! The monster that made this bruise!" A woman's voice rang behind him.

He rapidly looked back and saw that it was the same woman he saw not too long ago, the one full of bruises from those filthy drunkards.

I made those bruises? Don't joke around! He wanted to tell that to them so badly, however before he could, they already attacked him. Holding their blades and knives, their torch brightened with the fire, and with their faces shouting and looking at him with such disgust. He was treated as one of them, and at this very moment he realized…

He was now the monster of the town. He was no longer the boy he used to be. No longer the man he thought he was.

As he left the valley, using his speed as an advantage, he stared at the ocean - looked at the bright moon above.

"Mother, wherever you are now. I'm sorry, I wasn't able to protect you back then. I regret it now. As I go on with my life, I hope you will forgive me. It's time to let go of you now."