[Blood Diary Entry]
The light died down, and my senses stopped kicking at overdrive, finally calming down a bit.
I breathed in.
And coughed out loud. Tears flowed down.
God, this air is so filthy…
It reeks of pollution. Makes me want to gag.
I clench my hands tightly at my side, seething in fury. My knuckles whiten. A thread of red heat runs beneath my skin.
If I could, I would butcher the one who tossed me around like a broken toy.
But that would be about as useful as being angry at the sky for the rain or for a tornado.
Sighing, I let all my emotions flow out, returning to a calm state of mind so that I could understand and react properly to the situation at hand.
The polluted air tells me that this world at least has a developed industry, or they drew the short stick as far as the atmospheric lottery goes…
This also tells me that I absolutely am not in the same world my kin were thrown into…
So, no witchers, dragons, and sorceresses for me, I guess.
I looked around, studying my surroundings.
Trees. Trees everywhere, a veritable sea of them.
Above me, a dark sky, and a single moon. So, either it is nighttime, or I find myself in a world of eternal darkness…
I really wish it is not the latter. I'm kind of sick of infinite twilight—beautiful Veythra could be, it could get monotonous really fast—or in this case, endless dusk.
Sigh…
I perk up my ears, searching for sounds, seeking signs of society, and studying the fauna at the same time.
I hear familiar sounds all around, sounds I thought I would never hear again.
The hoots of lonely owls. The screeching of wandering foxes. The subtle and unmistakable song of Earth, or at least something that mimics it to a point.
Far in the distance, I hear the soft buzz of electricity flowing through copper wires. Soft explosive booms of combustion-driven engines. The sound of rubber tires screeching to a stop.
The choir of humanity…
I smile. A wide and happy smile. The first in ages, perhaps.
I am home.
But what version of it?
There seems to be a certain pulse in the air.
A force that fights against my very existence.
My brows furrow in confusion and weariness.
By the look of things, this world's laws do not take my existence kindly. I kind of understand it… Higher Vampires are really anomalous creatures, beings that shouldn't exist in the first place; that is how ridiculously powerful we are.
So, it makes sense that a world would reject me.
I feel the atmosphere around me trying to change me, to subject me to its own set of rules.
But I'm not about to let that happen.
I might not have earned these powers, but they are mine. And I will not stand for them being taken away from me, or changed, even if it is by a minute degree.
So, if you want to dance, little planet, let us dance.
I gaze with a serious expression at my right hand.
My already sharp nails turn even sharper; they elongate to the point you could say they resemble swords more than nails or even claws.
I swing them on my left wrist, and I hear and feel my flesh tearing with some resistance.
Bright red blood flows from the wound. I will not allow my own body to heal the damage for the time being.
And from the flowing blood, I weave an incantation on thin air.
"Thaur maen lir'aen, hul vahr'thir aen rhain'ul.
Vahr'maen nak'ath, lir'na thaur huln'aen.
Eclthir aen'vahr, rhain mael Sol'Vahr."
(By my will, let me hear the song of blood that calls to mine.
A current uncorrupted, untouched by the world's decay.
May its rhythm answer, and in answering, preserve me.)
I almost sang the words from the ancient vampiric dialect that my brother and I developed with the passage of time.
Vahr'tahl.
A dialect that holds power in every syllable, in every intonation. It is both language and command.
Powerful and beautiful beyond compare.
The spell would allow me to seek for blood.
Blood that called unto mine. One who sang a song that resonates with my own.
Pure and untainted.
So that it may bear the weight of my existence.
In a few seconds, I felt a pull.
A connection.
My eyes glowed bright red for a second.
My spell worked.
Two enormous bat wings erupted from my back.
They fluttered softly. The dark leather glowed beautifully under the night sky.
And just like that, I shot towards the sky at monstrous speed.
A few sonic booms detonated on my path, but I couldn't care about whether it would attract attention or not; I was running out of time.
I saw a massive city beneath me. People scurrying around its streets. Couples sneaking into quiet corners. Oddly dressed people conducting their shady businesses in abandoned alleys.
My eyes were drawn to an inconspicuous window. Utterly unremarkable.
But I cared not for whether it was a rundown shack or an illustrious manor; what mattered right now was the person inside of it.
My body turned into mist, and I slipped through the cracks of the window.
Before long, my body reformed, and I was standing in the middle of a modest—but rather comfy—apartment.
As I looked around, I noticed a young woman, hair dark as night, eyes deep and blue as the ocean. She had delicate features and puffy red lips, almost the same color as blood.
Her eyes were wide with fear and awe. I guess it's not every day that someone gets an unwarranted visitor that materializes in the middle of their home.
She was huddled in the corner, atop a sofa that had definitely seen better days. An old book with a thick leather cover in hand.
I walked over to her in steady steps.
I saw her eyes widen with fear, her mouth opening and closing, probably trying to understand if she should scream in fear or berate me as an intruder and tell me to get out.
Cute…
But she'll have time to react later.
Once I reached her, I put a hand on her forehead, delicately, to not startle her any further. I have no intentions of harming her whatsoever.
The world spun around us, and everything distorted for a while.