What Come After Death Is Decay (8)

''Speak''

'Thought'

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Falling from the sky toward my certain death was not a thing I was expecting to happen to me this morning. Still, I was also not expecting to be taking a shower in a castle belonging, Bram Stoker himself, so today had been extraordinary.

Now, how should I solve the problem at hand?

Turning part of my jacket to Rashomon, I order to extend itself toward the ground before stabbing it with so much force that it cracks the bottom below.

The moment my Rashomon stabbed the ground, I commanded it to stop extending immediately, causing me to stop right on in the middle of the sky and, let say, the sudden whiplash was not pleasant. Still, it could have been worse, so I am not complaining now.

Now, here I am, in the air, using my Rashomon to stay above, I have a clear view of my surrounding area. In a far distance, in the direction that I was heading toward, I can see that there is indeed a town there, and the size of the city is relatively not too large but also not too small, well from what I can see anyway.

'Since I have that on my sight, and my Rashomon have the power to teleport... This would work.' I thought to myself.

I start to concentrate and command my Rahsomon telepathically, ordering it to teleport me right on top of the town's building.

Just like I expected, Rashomon came out of my back and started to spin around me again, and when I blinked, I found myself gently landing on the roof of the building I was looking at, with no sound at all.

'Silence and quite far, this teleportation power is beneficial.'

I should not be surprised by the distance of Rashomon teleportation because it did somehow teleport me here with me being conscious.

'Wait, Rashomon teleported me here because I was dying, so he teleports me to the place that was closed to where Mary is at.

Does that mean, if I thought something along the line of teleport to the place that can make me stronger, my Rashomon would teleport me to the location that would fit that description? But that seems to be very vague.

Besides, if I was dying, why wouldn't it just teleport me to a hospital or something close to it? Why would it teleport me to the place close to Mary when I don't even know that Mary exist?

Something is going on with my Rashomon here.' I thought to myself

I put that thought back into my mind, knowing that I would never get that answer anytime soon.

Stepping near the edge of the roof, I can see many people walking along the street and many cars on the road.

It's still relatively early in the morning, so many people are still on the street. I thought of immediately killing everyone in my sight, but I know that this is not District X; where can I do that and not need to care about the consequences.

But now, I am here in a town that has good law and order, and there will be a significant consequence of me start killing people right in the middle of the day, but does that matter to me?

No, not really, but causing too much chaos would not be a good thing now, would it?

Besides, I don't want to waste too much time killing many people so that I could have their blood, but that would be too annoying for me.

So, in the end, I have a plan, I will wait until nightfall and then strike.

Target a single person, and try to find the best way to squeeze out their blood as much as possible.

Now, what should I do until nighttime?

Jumping down from behind the building while leaving the plastic can behind on the roof, I land softly on the ground and make my way toward the street.

I plan to scout out the town, trying to see any exciting places in the city. I mean, this town is literary right next to a castle that belongs to Dracula himself, so there must be something more interesting around here.

I should get to learn more information about the place that I'm currently at; after all, I still have no idea where the hell I'm currently at.

I know that I'm a different country, it's clear that I am no longer in America... Or am I?

Now I think about it, and I might still be in America, how should I know?

But does it matter where am I currently at? Probably not.

Looking at the clock in the shop along the street, I see that it's only noon.

That means I still have a lot of time until nightfall, so what I really should do? Thinking while walking, I was not paying attention to where I was going, so of course, I bumped into someone when I turned the corner.

A little girl with black hair that seems to reach her shoulder, her cloth appears to be in pitch black shirt and pants, her eyes seem to glint with curiosity and something else that I cannot tell.

When I bumped into her, I caused her to fall back over, but she seemed not to be upset at all, but she seemed to be more amused than anything.

I look down at her, and when my eyes focus on her, every part of my instincts is telling me to run away from her, and yet my emotions are telling me to kill her now, right then and there.

In other words, a flight or fight situation, but why?

From what I can see, she seems to be nothing more than a girl who appears to be the same age as me, with a little unusual appearance.

"Are you not going to help me?" The girl asks, still sitting down on the ground, her voice full of amusement, but there seem to be something hidden beneath it.

"No", I answer and immediately walk away from her.

Talking and associating with someone like her would bring me nothing but a problem; a person that can make my body go into flight or fight mode is nothing but ordinary, and there is no way I would help her.

But a part of my mind also told me to help her; even though I would never do it, it was like someone or something trying to manipulate me to help her.

Whatever it is, it's not normal, but the way it's trying to manipulate me is very subtle.

Meaning something, or maybe even someone is watching me.