© 2025 Emir Buğra Bulut. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Content Warning: This story contains themes of Violence, Harsh Language, Murder, Extreme Gore, Mention of Rape, Acts of Mild Sexual Harassment and Substance Abuse. Reader discretion is advised.
Year 2025 - July 6th - 08.42 AM
The heavy, molding doors of the grand mansion opened wide from the outside. Hinges cried out in effort, rust scattering down from the metal, where one of the agents covered his nose, groaning. "This place smells like shit." He growled, whereas his colleague, a woman in a similar outfit of black and white, simply huffed. A response enough to show her approval of the situation. As they walked through the double doors, the decrepit interior greeted them. The male agent held out his flashlight, the beam of light illuminating the snuffed out chandelier, creaking ominously despite not even the slightest breeze making any contact. Walls and corners filled with cobwebs, dust reigned free whereas streaks of dried blood, now blackened completely, painted their surroundings. The doors behind them slammed shut, causing both to turn around in a whim of shock and terror, pistols raised, fingers on triggers. "Why were we here again?" The man asked, teeth clenched tightly. "The higher-ups are suspecting the presence of a powerful adversary," she said, glancing at her colleague, "perhaps a Vampire or something worse." "Worse? Mean this place is haunted?" "Most likely." The male agent was swift to pull away with a soft growl, already walking down the hallway stretched out before him. "Fuck this," he muttered, "We're killing whatever is present and leave or I'm going to piss my pants right about now." The female agent watched as her partner rush down the hallway, head tilted with raised eyebrows. "Impulsivity will be your death." Yet, she couldn't let him go alone, following the man by matching his pace. Each of their steps creaked the molding planks of the floorboards, the scent of rot seemed to get stronger by the second. The male agent, clearly irritated and filled with trepidation, checked every corner, door and opening he could find, whereas his partner stalked silently, watching their six. Soon they entered into another room, what it seemed to be the dining hall: long, round table present within the middle, a golden plate on it. As the male agent approached, his face scruntched up in disgust, a hand moved up to his nose. "Is this...?" The female agent stepped beside him, her expression didn't change, but her pressed lips was enough to reveal the unease. The plate was overrun with dried blood, in it was the severed head of a man, age unknown yet the facial cues were enough to figure out its gender. Maggots swarmed it, the scalp ripped off, revealing the shattered skull and the scooped out part of its brain. One eyeball hung from its socket while the other was completely missing, dozens of spiders, small bodies and long, thin legs, revealed themselves from the hole. The male agent swiftly reached out to the table's underside, hoisting it upwards before slamming it down with a grunt. The severed head rolled on the floor like a football, though before either agent could voice their concerns a soft tap echoed within the dining hall. Each tap drew closer, the sound seem to came from all directions, both agents lifted their pistols, ready to reach in a whim. Soon, a figure made its appearance, a woman, it was, pale skin, red eyes, wearing nothing but an underwear and a bra. She had her hands on her hips, lips curling sharply into a wide smile. "Look what the cat brought in~" She purred, eyeing the male agent intently. "Another step and you'll see Dracula in Hell, Vampire scum." The male agent growled, pointing the firearm at her without flinching, his partner following suite. The pale woman groaned, rolling her eyes with an exaggerated fashion as she huffed, "Dracula? Really believe in his so called 'legacy'? Puh-leaase... Let me introduce you two to the real 'King', his presence is the only thing that has blessed this peaceful world, the current age shall know blood by his hands." She clapped her hands twice, face darkening beneath the shadows, eyes and teeth glowing brightly with white light. A sudden gust of wind rushed from her, where the walls shook and splintered wide open, fresh blood gushing out from the holes. The crimson liquid slithered across the floor like a snake, inch by inch covering the whole ground with the stench of metal. The agents' attention didn't diverse from the Vampire woman, instead, their hostility was fueled by this very scene. "Now, for the grand finale, your end is nigh-" A gunshot, swift and echoing, the Vampire woman's eyes widened, smile faltering for a single moment as her hand covered her chest. Gaze slowly falling down to notice the hole in her flesh and heart. She coughed blood, instantly collapsing down to her back, lips pressed tightly as she exhaled softly, "Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. Thus I free your chains, for it is you who shall reign supreme against the face of good and innocence-" Two more gunshots rung, the woman's forehead now a gaping bullet hole, eyes losing whatever replica of life they had. The male agent huffed, his pistol smoking, "Was that too late?" He asked, turning towards the female agent, "I believe it was, we should go before-" The walls trembled yet again, the blood which seeped through the holes began to revert, slithering backwards before suddenly lunging towards the Vampire's lifeless body, wrapping around her like a dozen tentacles. Her body, now cocooned beneath all the liquid, began to slowly levitate upwards. It contorted, trembling violently as the blood began to swirl mid-air, taking the form of a sphere. "Okay, what the FUCK is that?!" The male agent raised his pistol yet again, a feeble attempt to gain some semblance of protection. The female agent took a step back, her eyes widening as the pistol between her hands slipped, clattering on the floor. "Its... that was a-a verse from Matthew. James, we have to go-" She turned towards his partner, their expressions bearing the exact terror. Just as the male agent, James, stepped back and turned on his heels to lead the way outside, he paused. Gasping sharply, the man swiftly raised his firearm, shooting twice at the shadowed doorstep before them. "Stay back- Don't get any closer!" He shouted, pulling away hard enough to bump into the female agent, his finger never letting go of the trigger, as if a leaf against the wind, he shook. "James?" The woman called out, her previous shock reducing into confusion filled with fear. Reaching toward James, she grabbed the man by his collar, shaking him violently. "What is it?!-" Then, silence... their bodies froze like ice, unable to move a single muscle, breathe or even blink. Behind them was a figure, lifeless, cold and extremely tall. The shadow of the figure extended a hand towards James, fingers holding on the man's head before crushing it in its palm like cherry. Bone shattered apart to gush out a fountain of blood, where the back of his brain squashed like minced meat, dripping from the figure's fingers. The female agent let out a shriek, lunging backwards, she tripped, falling on her back. Breathing erraticaly and crawling away, tears filled her eyes. Watching as James' eyes roll back in his head, jaw hang loosely, body limp. The figure let go of the dead body, letting it collapse on the floor in a heap. A soft sigh, and it turned towards the female agent, two crimson orbs in the darkness, the sunlight seeping through the barred windows, illuminating the figure's dark leggings. Its crimson eyes narrowed slightly, head tilted, identity unknown as it spoke with a deep, resonant voice; "Move an inch of muscle and you will die. Breathe just a bit loud and you will die. Speak just above a whisper and you will die." The woman's pupils trembled, mouth wide open, saliva dripping from her bottom lip as tears poured down like twin rivers. She didn't tremble, not like she could, her chest didn't heave, as if holding the single breathe she took long ago. "Good," the figure muttered, "...you know, you're quite provocative." The deep voice was definitely a man's, and by the sheer silhouette the agent could make out, he was huge. The man in the shadows took a few steps back, those eyes never leaving their target as he inhaled sharply, speaking through the unnatural silence filling the decrepit interior; "You look rather fuckable... not sure its because you're a woman or the evident terror in your being. You can..." He trailed off, as if unsure how to name it, "You can relax your muscles now." With the words spoken, the woman's reddened face eased softly, her knees parted slightly yet nails still clawing at the floorboards like a lifeline. The man in the shadows sniffled the air loudly, "Did you?-" He paused, crimson eyes narrowing just enough to reveal his curiosity, "Did you just urinate?" The question wasn't out of topic, the warmth between the woman's legs and its wetness soaking through the folds of fabric were true. Slowly, she nodded her head, in return the man hummed non-verbally. "I see. It was to be expected." Without any further words the man suddenly stepped out of the shadows, standing over the woman with his hands in pockets, eyes narrow as before. The sunlight seeping through the barred windows revealed his beauty, long eyelashes, pale skin, hunter eyes, high cheekbones and thin lips with a nose that was the perfect size and shape for his angular face. Yet, despite his facial appearance, the man stood as a damn obelisk physically, dwarfing the woman in both size and height with unnatural ease. This wasn't normal... He slowly crouched down to the female agent's eye level, reaching out a pale hand to her trouser pocket. Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly lunged, arms wrapping around his neck, lips pressing against his, tongue lapping at his pale flesh. The man swiftly pushed the woman away, which in return, she yelped softly, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as the actions rung within his brain as a recent memory. "What...?" She breathed out, eyes averted, narrowing down with shock. "Common side-effects of being in my presence, happens to men as well." "...I didn't... I- I want... I want more-" The man's hand pressed down against her shoulder, finally pinning the woman on the wall behind, his long, slender fingers clamped her flesh. "If I was so interested in raping a woman whose going crazy with terror you wouldn't be alive under me after five minutes, you understand that?" The woman, unwilling to move further, face flushed with the same fear enveloped in a new sense of embarrassment slowly nodded her head, in which the man continued to reach for her pocket. Pulling out a dark leather wallet, the man released the female agent, standing up to his towering height, his slender fingers rummaged through the item; revealing a single identity card, he hummed, eyes glancing over at the woman before returning to her card. "Aegis Corporation... Evelyn Matthews, born 1995, says that you're still a virgin here." A pause, the woman's embarrassment momentarily forgotten as confusion riddled her wide eyes, "It doesn't." The man clarified, tapping at his nose, "I can smell virgins. Their blood is innocent than those who are not." Returning to the card in hand, he took in all the details. It was completely black, letters and numbers white, where everything was neatly organized; from the name all the way down to the ID number. And in the corner was a small symbol, in the shape of a shield with an even smaller symbol of a sword within, etched in gold. It was possibly real, considering the glow, but he wasn't one for currency. "Vampire hunters, how typical." The man huffed, flicking the card back to the woman's chest, tucking his hands back in pockets. "Centuries pass in a blink, and you humans still keep track behind ghosts of the past. Just stop it, will ya? Vampires are long fucking gone, the only ones were that hot chick I banged a century ago and me. Now she's a damn orb of blood now." He said, gesturing to the sphere of blood, still present, still swirling as if alive. "V-Vampires aren't..." Evelyn ushered, her voice low, no different than a silent whisper. "They aren't what?" The man stepped forth, bending down to stare into Evelyn's eyes with his crimson pupils, their intensity itself enough to make her sob again... "T-They aren't extinct!" She shrieked, a last ditch effort to spit out whatever she was forced to speak. Evelyn crawled back into the corner like a frightened animal, curling, hiding her teary eyes away from the man. He sighed, leaning back and cocking his head back, the man offered a soft scowl at Evelyn. Without another word, he crouched, grabbing her by the ankle and lifting her as if she weighed nothing, holding the woman upside down. "When Luna blessed us with her light I was the one whom stood on top of many, heads hanging from by belt, my sword in hand. I was there when Dracula had been executed, there when the Vampires were put through stakes and burnt like damn rabbits over campfire, eating what remained of them as if leftovers..." The man slowly stood up, swinging Evelyn over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and leaving the room, the swirling orb of blood following his trail. "Vampires are dead." He growled, finality etched in a fierce mutter. Evelyn, still sobbing quietly and trying to hold onto whatever dignity was left in her grasp, didn't argue further, not like she could... this man isn't a human, that much was apparent, but the way he spoke and muttered those words? He was old, wasn't he? Really old. The mansion's halls were silent saved for the creaking floorboards beneath his bare feet, nails, unkempt and sharp, left little carvings on the dark, molding wood with each step. "Where are we going?" Evelyn asked silently, her voice hoarse from holding back a shriek. "To my room." He responded shortly, not offering further context. The female agent was left with nothing but a foreboding silence, listening in to the steps of the man who was carrying her like a damn bag instead of a human being. The man eventually halted all motion in front of a creaking door, which seem to open the path inside without physical interaction. He stepped through, hauling Evelyn over his shoulder to hoisting her all the way up, keeping her head level with his own. "There's only one way to find out whether or not Vampires aren't extinct. You claim they're still alive, I do not. Let us see which of us is telling truth." He released the woman abruptly, falling on her back, Evelyn hissed through the ache. She slowly sat up straight, massaging her waist before muttering, "This fucking-" Yet her words were interrupted with the sight beforehand. A coffin, dark as night, and from its interior seeped out an even darker mist, seemed to swallow all light, deeper than abyss itself. Evelyn slowly crawled back, eyes briefly widening, confusion riddled with uncertainty as she pushed herself from the floor, standing upright. The man's presence wasn't forgotten in the slightest, as it managed to hold an even stronger authority compared to this unnatural sight. His hand reached out, fingers, long and slender, clamping down on Evelyn's shoulder from behind. "Are you familiar with the Residue?" He asked, voice silk-like, yet with an undertone of unmistakable danger. Evelyn, feeling the lump in her throat grow stronger, simply shook her head as a way to disapprove her knowledge, which in return the man sighed. Hand pulled away, tucked in pockets, where he know leaned back against the nearby wall, like a giant sequoias compared to the female agent. "I believe you're familiar with fantastic fictional works, whether it be some popular names or simply generic things, imagine it as if it is... magic." A pause, the unnatural silence continuing to envelope them, saved for the swirling abyss inside the coffin, "This 'magic' is based on two things, belief and fear. To put it simply, if a large community of mankind believes that coffee is healthy, than the human physiology will be altered enough to gain every nutrients from drinking it. If that same large community is afraid of the darkness, than every dark space throughout the world will be a place of inevitable death." A beat, "Understand the concept?" Evelyn nodded, not offering a glance, a sigh, or virtually any reaction at all. She stood as still as a statue, hands clasped in front of her wet trousers, eyes gazing into the dark coffin. "You didn't know of the Residue, yet hunt Vampires under the Aegis Corporation," he commented, eyes narrowing with curiosity, "Interesting..." "W-Why," Evelyn ushered out, slowly and steadily turning on her heels to face the man, cranking her head all the way back, "Why am I here?" "To prove your point, of course," he said, "Vampires aren't extinct you said, let's see if it is true." Taking a step forth, man pushed off from the wall, now standing face to face - or rather chest to face - with Evelyn, he smirked down at the woman, sharp teeth revealing themselves as if pearls in the maw of an oyster, "I, Samuel Hayden of the Holy Roman Empire, stand before you mortal. When my call is answered those who dare to claim my Residue shall reveal themselves, in which I will put them through my claws like Vlad Tepes put the Ottomans through stakes." On cue, the windows shattered in a whim, the barring planks splintering as the figure of a man whizzed past Evelyn, causing her to shriek backwards, tripping once again. The figure blurred as he stood before Samuel, driving the shortblade in hand into the man's chest, pulling it down to tear open his clothing and chest. Blood sprayed through the room, where two gunshots were heard, it wasn't Evelyn who shot them, no. Another figure, this one a woman's, stood by the shattered window, her pistol's muzzle smoking like a damn chimney. Samuel, two bullet holes in his throat and a large, diagonal gash on his chest, gurgled softly, hitting his back against the wall before slumping down the floor. Evelyn's eyes widened, shock and confusion riddled with fear as she watched Samuel's glorious presence leave the room in a whim, like the smoke leaving a person's lungs, melding into the wind. The figures had one thing in common, crimson eyes and pale skin. The male sighed, tucking the dagger in its holster before turning towards the open coffin, "That was easy," he said, "Don't you think?" "Yes," his partner agreed, holstering her pistol in her coat. "It was to be expected. A Vampire waking up after a long slumber wouldn't be able to preserve their strength. Especially him." The Vampires slowly turned towards Evelyn in unison, their expressions unreadable, in thought, almost. The male Vampire approached the woman, standing over her curled form with curiosity. "Leave." The words were a command, but more out of pity than mercy. Seeing Evelyn not move, he tilted his head, unsure as to why this woman wouldn't do as he said. She appeared human, tan skin, the scent of terror and urine reeking off of her. "Were you his-" But before he could finish, Evelyn's hand shot out forwards, pointing where Samuel was, "He's..." She whispered, eyes finally widening as if to acknowledge the harsh truth... "HE'S NOT DEAD!!" Both Vampires' eyes widened, acting to their weapons but all motion froze when the resonant sound of clapping echoed behind them. Mocking, it was, as if admiring a theater performance. They whipped around in a whim, holding their respective weaponry towards Samuel whom stood just a few feet away, continuing to clap slowly. The sunlight seeping through the broken window offered enough illumination to reveal his pale hands moving, but his face, enveloped in the darkness of the room, shone brightly with his teeth and eyes. Two crimson orbs, evil and amused, and his smile, unnatural wide in the sides, as if the Devil himself gazing at the Vampires. "Good! Very good! Vampires does exist still!" Samuel chuckled through clenched teeth, a deep rumbling from his chest, enough to make his adversaries press their lips tight. The male Vampire growled, instantly dashing onward to close the distance between themselves, swinging the shortblade in a wide arc, he aimed at Samuel's throat, where as his female counterpart pulled on the trigger, he bullet soaring through the air towards the man's face. It happened in a blur, both the bullet and the blade whizzed past Samuel as his claw pierced through the male Vampire's chest, bursting behind him in a shower of blood and scattering ribs. The man coughed violently before being lifted and tossed across the room like a cannonball. The female Vampire leapt over his flying figure, looking back as her partner crash into the bookshelf, "No- Matt!-" She tried to call out, but was met with the wind of her forgotten enemy. Samuel's fist landed squarely on her right cheekbone, skull shattered, imploding outwards from the impact itself as her face, now a slump of skin and flesh burst into blood: from the missing front of her skull and face, her brain slowly slipped past, falling in a sickening, gut-wrenching squelch followed along with her collapsing body. The man's smile never wavered, it only intensified as he turned towards Matt, slumped against the bookshelf, covering the hole in his chest with a trembling hand. "What... what are you?" Matt whispered hoarsely, blood dripping from his lips as the man barely could stand up to his feet. Samuel hummed, scratching the side of his cheek before speaking, "Explain why you are here. To her." He said, nodding towards Evelyn, who looked a single moment away from emptying her bowels on the floor. Matt slowly looked up at the female agent, noticing her paled, sick skin, he sighed. Leaning against the bookshelf, he sighed, "We were here with my mate... because we had been waiting for this exact moment to break in and confiscate the overflowing Residue from his coffin." A pause, taking a sharp, shallow breath, he grunted, "Residue helps us Vampires keep up with the declining fear and belief factor for our kind, we are still present within humanity's fictional minds, yes, but we are loved, not feared. More Residue would mean power, and a way to exist without the fear of being reduced to weakness of Men." "How many Vampires are alive in this age?" Samuel suddenly chimed in, hands clasped together tightly, folded on his lap curiously, "Vampires... our kind had went into some kind of hibernation, breeding since the last century and a half because the sole factor that reduced us like mice was finally gone. And now I understand what that factor was, its standing right in front of me." A beat, "We bred like rabbits, every one of our kind, German, English, American, Russian... in hopes to regain control of the current age but... it seems with you present we can't relieve our golden age ever again, could we?" Matt's eyes gazed up to Samuel's, watching the man's ever-present smile widen slightly. "You should've died with the others, you fucking monster-" What followed was the ear-deafening squelch of Matt's skull shattering under Samuel's palm, the Vampire was left standing by the bookshelf, upper half of his head reduced to nothing but a bloody soup as his jaw hung limply. Collapsing, Samuel slowly backed away from Matt's corpse, licking the blood and brain matter on his limb like a dog lapping at leftover food. "We're going to have soooo much fun together, Evelyn~ You will be my new guide tour for this age... better not waste your breath further."