A New Reality of The Full Moon's Illusion Pt. 2

Now the past is the past. Forgive, but never forget. But he quickly forgets my sins against him for the likes of him. Because he's an understanding man. I used to write books of hatred about him, how I imagine killing him every day and how I would live without him.

But each of those books I wrote ends with a tragic ending of missing my father. No matter how much you hate your parents, never ever go against them. No matter how strict, no matter how overprotective, no matter how much they want you to be at the top, neither do they neglect you, except for the paedophiles who rape their own children should burn in Hell. If I had a role in Hell, I would rape paedophiles there.

But nonetheless, once your parents are gone and have passed away. You will not comprehend how painful it is. It happens to everyone in my lifetime. Teenagers nowadays hate their parents and have so much hatred for them, but once they pass away, they cry.

The contradiction here is terribly scripted by God's plans. They wish they didn't hate them in the first place and have loved them and wished they spent more time with them whilst they were still alive. This is why I never go against my own father.

That is why we are so close to the point he rides on to my vampire lifestyle and obsession and even treats me with the vampire aesthetics I love riding on the vampire movies I watch on Netflix. Back then, I watched a vampire movie on Netflix. He wasn't so interested until we started getting close. When I hiss at the sunlight, he smirks and chuckles.

In all honesty, I have a warm heart grinning and chuckling whilst writing about my relationship with my father as his son. We went outside today and stopped by a blood laboratory, and for no reason, we went inside and asked the clerk how much is a blood test was to know a blood type.

I thought he needed a blood test again because he ran out of prescriptions for his high cholesterol levels to go back to his doctor. I asked him for the same doctor who aided me during my hospitalisation during my final awakening as a Vampyr.

"I say, father, why are you here? Asking for a blood type test? And just left?" I asked as we left after he asked and forgot what the clerk answered.

"I want to know if I'm a vampire, Klei."

This happens when one person gets too intrigued by vampire movies and books. It was terribly hilarious. GOOD GOD! I never laughed so hard in my life. HAHAHA!!!

He never lets me buy expensive coffees. But he let me this time, anyway. He was so kind. That movie Dracula we watched on Netflix last night made us closer since we live in the same bedroom. He immensely enjoyed the film. Then today, I got vaccinated as well, but my father did not.

I went into the cemetery that same day. I cried so hard many times, smoking and drinking a cup of espresso from Housebrew visiting my dead grandma. It was my father's mother. She was and still is my favourite grandma, and if I get the chance to go to Heaven, I will meet her and cross paths with her once again and be held by her like a child.

And to be honest, I wish I could have spent more time with her. She feeds me often and spoils me too much with coffee and chocolate. But neither alcohol nor cigarettes except our other relatives in the Bacani bloodline, which is my father's family tree. They give me lots of cigarettes. And I get happy with just that.

And the rest of them see me as the angelic child that fell from Heaven and gave grace and radiant sunshine to them. Even as the blackened angel I am now, they still see me as that child with glowing white wings, just like a Seraph. Thinking of that made me feel nostalgic, even if I can't remember my childhood.

Thanks to the traumas I had during my childhood, always hated by every other kid, bullied, and cast out of their social groups. I was always alone. I spent too much time in the cemetery. As it was nighttime, the dragon tattooed men who worked there gathered around me and told me I was the next one beside that grave of hers. This is what I hate about being an associate with the Japanese Criminal Organization Families, Gokudo.

I used to be in Japan, giving me the title "Shinda-gumi no Kyoken", meaning Mad Dog of Shinda Clan. I was the 2nd in command of the entire branch of Shinda of the Gokudo. Those days were over, but they wanted to return that to me. They have no idea who they are dealing with. I am Yen-san's favourite one-man army hitman.

They have no idea what atrocities I've done in Japan. I used to slaughter an entire family in one headquarters of the Sendhouse family with only a tiny tanto knife with all of them had limitless ammunition of guns. But they did not get to kill me. I used to be a flesh-eating vampire at that time.

Had my other eye stabbed once, letting them give the first hit to me with their best shot? So, I am going to do this again. I pulled out my wooden stake as they laughed at my weapon. They grabbed their shovels and knives, and guns. I did not pull back my restraints like a mad dog this time. I let the leash out, and the cage opened.

But I let them take the first shot. One of them stabbed my left eye. Ahhh, brings back nostalgia from Japan. I slowly pulled out the knife from my eye socket as the eye in the blade was thrust with it inside. I ate my own eye and pointed the knife at the one who stabbed me and laughed hysterically.

"Orewa ningen janei zo. Bukkoroshitteyaru ze!"

Then I went on a killing spree and drained their blood. They have no idea who they are dealing with. Thanks to their blood, my eye regenerated itself. It no longer feels a tickle. Then I left a note on their bodies.

"WE THE SENDHOUSE Gokudo FAMILY GOT KILLED BY SHI-SAN FOR ATTEMPTING TO KILL HIM AS HE WAS ARMLESS AND ALONE IN THIS CEMETERY WHILE HE WAS VISITING HIS DEAD GRANDMOTHER."

And said my catchphrase.

"When you reach the gates of Hell, tell the Devil I sent you, so he'll double my salary."

I left without a word in my mouth except for their own blood dripping down the side of my lip.

I went to the underground club of the Kebab restaurant where there is a bar and karaoke. I saw my old friends.

"Cain!" they greeted me happily.

"Please, I do not go by that name anymore. Call me Prince, Prince Alukarde, at your service. In short, either call me Prince or Alucard."

"That name is harder to pronounce than Cain. Alright Prince, join us!"

"Don't mind if I do."

They offered me a drink, but I refused.

"I do not drink... wine."

They said it is not wine but beer.

"What's the difference? They are both alcohols. It brings out your true nature."

The other woman took out her pocket mirror and did her mascara.

"What is a purpose of a mirror? No one can find vanity in one's own gaze."

The night went on, and they all got drunk the night. At 9 PM, the store closed, and we all went outside to have more fun. They said they celebrate because the Vaccine around here in Pampanga is already here. I went to the chubby woman and asked for her name. She gave it hers. So, I mesmerised her.

"I want you to do something for me... because I have a question."

She looked at me.

"I want you to look deeply into my eyes and tell me... what is your deepest, darkest, most forbidden carnal desire? If you tell me, I'll tell mine. I swear it, for my word is my soul."

"Sex... with you especially." She answered.

"We have the same desire... two great minds alike are just best friends, but two people with the same desire are each other's souls... soulmates."

So, I took her to a motel and had intercourse with her, then drained her dry. But I fed her my blood during her dormancy. After that, I escorted her home. I sighed. I walked around the empty streets of the ghost town barangay Santo Nino. Then a group of fraternity thugs surrounded me.

Another bloody rampage happened in that same area. Left a note.

"I ASKED FOR A DEATHWISH BY TRYING TO KILL AN INNOCENT YOUNG ARMLESS BOY WITH US HOLDING DEADLY BLADES AND BLUNTED WEAPONS WE DESERVED TO DIE. HE WAS ALONE AND WE WERE MANY.

BY THE WAY, THIS BOY IS NOT HUMAN. WHEN WE REACH HELL AND MEET THE DEVIL, WE WILL TELL HIM HE SENT US HERE SO SATAN CAN DOUBLE HIS SALARY."

So, I moved on after another feed. Gruesome, I'd say. Anyway, I went to San Fernando City in Downtown Pampanga, very far from this part of Guagua.

I spent the nights talking to people using my silver tongue, mesmerising them, playing friendly, a wolf under a sheep's clothing, except the wool is black. I went all around San Fernando City, Angeles City, Mexico City, DAU, Lubao, Guagua, Bacolor, and Betis, playing as a shade in the shadows of the light under the moon onto the surface of the moon.

Feeding on every exciting person I meet and turning them into ghouls. Then, as the sun was rising to see, the skies were turning green now... I sprinted home.

I slept all day. I woke up in the daytime, ate food, took my pills except for the sleeping ones since my father had promised me about the pills that make me sleepy. He gave me his word, after all. Once he swears, he never backs down on it.

The nightlife is for me. The day is the wife I elude, but I always cheat on her with the night!

Since the daytime is abusive, I get myself lured by the mysterious dark seduction of the night as my mistress.

For I am the Lord of Shadows!

Prince Alukarde/Alucard has been rumoured around the entire province and made my own social media page and account on each platform and application. Started taking pictures of myself and the places I go at night as "@PrinceLunaceAlucard", then I became the Lord of the Night!

Then the time has come. After a month later, my nightlife is over... I had fun having intercourse with many women and feeding off the blood of each intriguing person I met. As I said, I have a palette for blood, a connoisseur, a gourmet, and have a special diet.

The character of the person is the flavour of their blood. I became extraordinarily viral and famous both internet and in the mundane world. A parasitic life of a mosquito, maybe a leech that is emotionally attached to people, following flies where there is flesh to be found. Here I went to study at home for the ALS examination to skip all 3 grades of high school I didn't get to finish, thanks to my 4 years of house arrest and a month of asylum days. Then, here on, I aced the scores for the ALS exam. I took a scholarship as well and went to college.