Chapter-48: Non-Human-2

Sitting by the side of the corpses that he had just killed, Drac looked at the man struggling before him. He had broken the man's leg, so he couldnt run. The poor guy was crawling on the snow to get away from him. While crawling, he screamed for help, but no one was coming. It was a very pitiful sight, but to Drac, this was an opportunity to find out what he had truly become.

Drac then lifted the sword by his side and made his way over the man. As he got the man to lie on his back, the poor guy started screaming with terror, begging for mercy. The pleading fell on dead ears, as Drac lifted the man's hand and made a cut on his palm. Like drinking soup, he then slurped the freshly pouring blood.

Taste like.. Blood. But I have no sensation of getting energy.

He then leaned forward to bite the neck of the man. While biting he noticed that his teeth had extended, and they had really dug into the man's neck. He could taste the blood in his mouth, and along with that, he could feel power leaving the man's body and coming to him.

So, I am kind of like a vampire. A Soul-Sucking Vampire.

He then let the man go and stood up. He glanced at the body that was lying around, feeling kind of sad for them. He doesn't know how, but he could feel what these guys' last moments were like. He could feel that most of them were scared, while some of them were sad that they were going to die like that. This made him sad.

Wait a minute, now I can feel the wrath. And then sadness as well? Does this mean that I can feel all sorts of emotions now?

Although it was good news for him, he finally had the ability that he yearned for most of his previous life, a part of him didnt like that he had lost his emotionless trait. It was because of this trait that he was able to be sane and make better decisions throughout his life. So, having lost such a trait, he didnt know what the future held for him.

Speaking of the future, what were these guys doing here in the first place? Were they looking for food? Then he remembered the night when he turned into his current form. That night as well, he saw 3 dozen or so soldiers in the inn, which he felt was strange.

We are definitely not in Sumor territory which warrants this many soldiers. Sumor Keep is far away from here. So what were these soldiers doing here in the first place?

It was then he remembered a crucial detail of the night. The innkeeper that night said that all of her rooms were filled, the only room which was available was one of her expensive rooms. Not her most expensive room. Which meant that night, someone was occupying her most expensive room, maybe someone important from the Sumor family.

Maybe I am reading too much into the situation, He thought. Still, to verify he started running towards the inn. Even his hunch was wrong, at least there he could get a change of clothes, his current one was soaked in blood.

It didnt take him long to reach the inn, and get a change of clothes. Then he made it upstairs, towards the most expensive room of the inn. As he went inside, he saw that the whole place was covered in snow, like the rest of the inn. Someone had left the window of the room open.

He could not find any signs of Vampas entering this room, or any bodies. Which was a good thing. After looking around for a little bit, he came across some trunks, making him realize that his hunch might be right. The first trunk that he opened, he realized that this one belonged to a woman. Along with the opening, the smell of lilac filled his nose, which was a familiar scent to him.

Helen. Helen Sumor. He then glanced at the other trunks and realized that this belonged to none other than the little twerp of the Sumor Family, Agatha, and Helen were in the capital from what I remember. So, what the fuck would have made them come all this way? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the capital?

Thinking about Helen and Agatha awakens some memories for him. And out of nowhere, an idea popped into his head. I wonder whether I should go and find them.

There was no logical reason behind such a thought, it was just a whim. But the more Drac thought about it, the more he felt like doing it. 

It was strange as he should be angry at them. Because those fuckers didnt come to Sumor Castle, his plan of creating discord in the Sumor Family was ruined. As they were not there, he thought that it would be for the best if he helped Mikaila. From his point of view, it is because of them that he had become the monster, that he is now.

If I track them just right, I can probably have my revenge and be on my way to find that bitch Victoria. He thought.

Conflicted, he went to the window of the room to think about what he should do. If it were told me, he would have just gone after Victoria, as it was the most logical thing to do. But his emotions were getting off him, he wanted to meet Helen. He wanted to..

Wait, am I lusting for Helen?

He thought about his first mistress and realized that was simply not the case. Helen was beautiful, but not worth so much of his time. It is only after a few seconds that he realizes that he wanted to find the mother daughter, because of Agatha. He was worried about that little girl.

Am I worried about her? His memories took him back, to when he took care of the little twerp and realized that he did care about her…

Walking on the snowy path, Drac had his mind occupied with the emotions that he was dealing with. He was frustrated and angry that now his emotions were leading his action, as he was trying to find any clue about the mother and daughter duo. On the other hand, he was glad as well, that he didnt just listen to his brain.

This is a very stupid decision.

He was able to find signs that someone had left the inn alive, the snow had made sure to erase all the traces. But he did check all the bodies in the village, and couldnt find their traces. Thinking they might have left the village during the attack, like him, he increased the radius of his search. And didnt take him long to spot a trail of smoke, around 6-7km south of the village.

Although the chance was slim that he would find Agatha or Helen there, he was still making his way towards the smoke. But he had promised himself that after this he would make his way to the Jonia Household. He had to make sure that he would catch the bitch Victoria before she leaves.

With his speed, it didnt take him long to reach the place. And what greeted him there was not something that he expected.

It was a rather big structure, from where the smoke was bellowing. The cross on the front made it rather easy for him to realize that he was looking at a church. But not like the typical churches, this one was big, around 3 stories tall, had like three towers, and had silver crosses of Lord Itab standing on each of the towers.

I wonder if I would be permission to enter the place, He thought while recalling the old tales of vampires from Earth, where they could not enter any house without having permission from someone from inside. 

He went ahead and knocked on the front of the door. He could naturally feel that there were at least 3 dozen people inside. The good thing was that as he was feeling full, he didn't think that he would attack anyone inside.

Within a few seconds, the door was opened ajar, and a man peeked outside. "Who… Who are you?"

Drac breathed in the man's odor and realized that he didnt want to eat the man. Not yet, at least. So he formed the fakest smile that he could muster and said, "I am a mana wielder. Can I come inside?"

"Nope," the man said and closed the door on his face.

The fuck, He thought, I smiled. I SMILED YOU FUCKER!

Now angry, he immediately punched the door with all of his might. The great doors of the church shook violently, but didnt budge. This made him angry as he was sure that if he had his two circles, he would have surely obliterated the door by now.

He started punching the door with all his might, and within 2-3 punches that door started shaking. He started hearing screams of people from inside. Which made him punch even harder. For some reason, he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of power. He liked the screams, it made him feel important, more powerful.

And it only some punches, that completely obliterated the hinges of the door, knocking those things down for sure.

As the door fell, he was greeted with a rather large praying hall. All the benches of the hall were stacked to the side. In the middle were mattresses and belongings of all the people of the church. On the other side of the church, just under the cross of the church were people. There were children and elderly in the mix, everyone looking at him with fear in their eyes.

A genuine smile bloomed on his face, as he felt their fear. The smile only widened, when he spotted a familiar brunette in the mix, along with the daughter that he had been looking for.

"Helen Sumor," he said as he took one step inside, only to jump back immediately. He didnt show it, but his feet felt as if they were burning as he stepped inside.

Ignoring the pain, he said, "I have come for you and your daughter. Come, right now," Everyone in the room turned towards the woman. 

Helen came forward, hesitantly, then yelled back, "Who are you?"

"My name is…" He then realized that he could not tell his real name now. He doesn't know why, at that moment he wanted to say that he was Nosferatu, but it was a very old-fashioned name, and he didnt want to stick with such a name for the rest of his life.

Then he remembered what Nosferatu wrote in his letter, how the second-class member of the Ulaspas family used the surname 'Ula' to go by.

With confidence, he replied, "Name is Dracula. I am here to help you. Come,"