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Sinking Dread 2 - or ‘This Hunger for Blood… this Hunger for Souls!' (Vampire-Centric SI)

There’s a few things my first ‘calm’ day of being a vampire allowed me to understand without having to worry about getting my ass murdered or staked.

First thing first, anything that went to my memory after I was bitten would be remembered with insane precision. This extended also to the memories of the people I ‘absorbed’.

As I found a bed to crash in right through the ‘blurry’ facts I had of one of these guys I killed having a lone flat in the outskirts, I spent the entire night enduring a never-ending nightmare.

A feverish recollection of five different lives all joining in one. It was not fun, but it wasn’t something that really hurt me. I managed to find a way to eventually ‘pull out’ of that experience and… took a bit of coffee to dump down any remaining dread within my throat.

Not my finest moments, but definitely the kind of mess that defined a planned scam that I would go for later that day. After all, I had memories of their bank accounts, so I would be able to drain them by drawing checks with their signatures. And yes, I could mimic their signatures to perfection.

This was an exploit, a life hack, but one that I needed as I had to get as much cash possible before leaving Seattle. Because, truth be told, even with the kind of power I had, I had nothing to fight against Victoria.

She was far more experienced and ruthless in fights, and while I was able to handle my own by using the tough guys’ experience on each other, I still had enough ‘EXPs’ to beat that bitch.

So, I had to bail somewhere else and I was sitting down with the laptop of the flat’s owner. I went through a few lists of potential locations to check, but I actually paused to one in particular that I troll-searched to see if that was a thing.

Mystery Falls was a thing- That was the place where Vampire Diaries happened and… I am quite sure this didn’t make any sense. I mean, vampires and vampires, but they weren’t the same kind of vampires. TVD’s Vampires being slightly superior due to some limitations of the Sparkle-Guys that were meant to make them ‘more grounded’.

So… Forks? Nope! That’s not a place I wanted to go to as I knew Victoria was planning to go there, there were the Cullens, the doggies, and soon also the Pasta Vampire Clique to check on Bella’s kid.

…

I had to improvise a bit, you see. I couldn't exactly go to random places and pull a Ted Bundy. That just wasn’t Gucci and far from what I would call ‘in my style’. I had to go to a place where I could ‘suck’ more Vampires or other supernatural monsters to further gain the edge on my main goal of exterminating the Glitter-Tossers.

After some more digging through the internet, I found the best place to start causing some shit while also not getting noticed by big bastards in the process. With the location set, I went to the nearby clothing shop to buy myself something that would serve as my trademark outfit. Dark-gray shoes, dark jeans, a black shirt, a baggy red jacket and a pair of sunglasses with red circle lens.

“So, how do I look?”

The guy by the counter gave me a deep frown of fashionable disappointment, but I took it as envy. I was fabulous and I refused to allow others to judge my respectful reference towards a proper fuck-mothering vampire.

Clothes? Check. Supplies? Quickly bought so… check! Bank Exploit through checks? Done-so! And for last, right before the end of the day… a ticket to Savannah, Georgia.

What was the plan? We are about to ruin ‘First Kill’. It was a series I barely heard about, I read some shit about it while thinking of watching it but… nah, there was just something a bit pesky in my mind when you put gender-related stuff as a main topic in your show. Romance should, on most occasions, be on the side.

I mean, if you’re making a show with vampires and trying to rip Twilight a bit then you can say I am a bit miffed about it. After all, isn’t the definition of insanity repeating the same mistakes and hoping that these will eventually make a right?

So yeah, I am about to go there, go wrecking ball on the plot and get myself some more power. The more people I devoured, the better. Of course, I wasn’t going without a selective list of fuckers that needed to die. I wasn’t going to pull on the card of ‘bloodthirsty murderer’. I just didn’t need that kind of PR at the moment.

What I needed was, however, guns. Like, yeah, I am a vampire, but I can’t exactly deal with long-ranged issues with some proper firepower. Luckily for me, I am in America at the moment and Seattle was not unfamiliar with organized crime. It took me a while to ‘sort’ the memories I had from the vampires I drained before learning of a spot where some shady businesses usually happened.

It wasn’t much, but I did find a thug in the area that had just the kind of info I really needed. An exchange for later that night, one that focused on drugs but where many guards would have guns of various caliber. Mostly ARs, but also a handful of handguns.

I waited for the proper time to strike, getting myself ready with two cars to block the only ways out from that large alley where the exchange was happening and then, in what many witnesses would recall later on by the press’ reportages from the various news channels, pure chaos erupted between gunshots, scrams and many dead people.

None of them was doing this for the ‘right reasons’, none of them had a right to expect mercy for some of the shit they had done in groups or individually. I just killed and drank, adding more ‘souls’ in me while also securing a hefty amount of weaponry that could be used to do several interesting things.

I would be back to the flat, have some dinner, take a nap and, much to my relief, handle the nightmares with greater control. I think that the more I absorbed, the less issues I would have with the after-effects.

Either that or humans just didn’t have the same kind of ‘dense soul’ as vampires which, truth be told, sounded absolutely ironic considering vampires were known as the soulless ones in many iterations where they are present.

So, I was back to the flat, resting a bit when I perceived a cold gust enter the bedroom. All windows were meant to be closed, so I was quick to wake up but hesitated from just jumping the intruder. Something about their smell felt ‘fearful’, nervous even.

Faking a yawn, I stretched a bit and then remarked loudly.

“Can the intruder of this humble abode please shut the window? I don’t want to know if two vampires can catch a cold.”

The lone figure there tensed up, still relying on some of the darkness within the place but complying as I heard the window being shut and the cold now missing. Scratching my belly, I frowned through the darkness, and saw how short the figure was.

“Who are you, kiddo? And why are you here?”

Hesitation, then procrastination and, finally, some resolution.

“B-Bree. Bree Tanner, sir. You… How are you still alive?”

Surprise, confusion and then… I realized what was up.

“Oh, Sunlight doesn’t kill us. The redhead lady is not exactly an honest woman.”

Bree frowned. “But we are… vampires. Shouldn’t that kill us?”

I actually yawned at this, seeing her approach the bed as I shifted out of the sheets. I was wearing some sleepwear, so it wasn’t like she could see much.

"Fictionwise, yes. Literally-speaking, it’s more of a ironical expectation. We don’t die, we… sparkle.”

The deadpan on her face was divine at this revelation.

“You are… You are joking.”

“Will prove it to you tomorrow. After all, I have a feeling you don’t want to leave to go back.”

She tensed up, the girl looking nervous. “H-How?”

“You sound and behave smartly, and I doubt the red-haired bat is sending new vamps after me after I took care of her dogs,” I replied calmly, yet smiled a bit. “I can tell you are not meant for that place.”

“I don’t- I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted. “But it’s not exactly curable. And the best you can do is adapt.”

There was silence for a while, then Bree huffed. “So… you don’t mind. That I stay here and be a bother?”

“I wouldn’t say a bother, more like a surprise. And sure, the place isn’t mine anyway as it was once owned by one of the bastards that I killed.”

“Oh.”

I stood up from bed and went to look for some sheets and pillows for her to keep by the couch. The girl didn’t complain and I think it had to do something about the chick coming from a worse spot before being turned.

The name felt familiar but… heh, I didn’t mind. After all, I just had gotten a padawan for myself and… needed to buy a few more resources and another plane ticket before the flight.

I was, however, unaware that this was how the second life of Bree Tanner got a whole lot odder than she could have predicted…

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