[Blood Diary Entry]
When I woke up, everything ached. My head throbbed in pain, I felt an overwhelming thirst, but the worst part was my senses.
My skin felt overly sensitive; even the slightest gust of air caused goosebumps all over me. My hearing was so acute I could hear the spider in the corner of the room weaving its web as if someone was shooting a gun right beside my ears. The smells were overwhelming; I could catch a whiff of the sewers and other unpleasant smells. Sight was interesting, I could see much clearer, but not as much as that 'red world' form yesterday.
Wait…
Yesterday?!
My heart rate shot through the roof.
Memories of everything that happened rushed by my mind.
Cold sweat drenched my back.
I looked around in a daze. I was looking desperately to find my mother. My eyes ran all around our apartment, but no matter where I looked, I couldn't find her.
A bad feeling took hold of me.
I got up from the ground, my legs still wobbled, though it was mostly nervousness rather than physical strain.
First, I looked in the kitchen, with a vain hope that I would find my mother just cooking breakfast with her usual smile, but she wasn't there. My gaze drifted to her room. With trembling hands, I turned the doorknob, opening the door. I saw mother frantically packing her stuff. She didn't even seem to take note of me.
I clenched my clothes with so much strength that they started tearing apart. They were stained with so much blood—both mine and yesterday's attacker—that I could no longer see their original color.
Of course, she is packing…
I mean, her own son is a monster. And quite frankly, I do not blame her for wanting to run away. Whenever I remember the cruelty and brutality I showed before, I start shivering, so why should I expect her to deal with it?
I silenced a treacherous hiccup, but my strength fails me, and I fall to my knees. Tears start falling to the ground.
It was then that I heard my mother stop pacing around and packing her stuff. I hear a gasp and hurried footsteps rushing towards me.
Mother kneels on the ground before me and starts fussing over me.
My heart twists with so much confusion that I almost lose my sense of self.
"What are you doing?" My voice was shaky and trembling.
"What do you mean by 'what am I doing'?" Her hurried voice echoed over the walls of our small apartment. She lifts my head and stares straight at my eyes when she notices my tears. "Are you in any pain?? Is something wrong? Are you okay?"
My confusion deepens, and in a daze, I just answer her questions honestly.
"No, I am alright…"
"Then what's the matter?"
"A-aren't you leaving? Aren't you afraid… of me?"
Her eyes widen, her breath caught.
"What… What are you talking about?" She follows my gaze to her suitcase, and when she understands the unspoken words, her hand moves to her mouth, her eyes turn watery. "You thought I was abandoning you?" She asks with a pained tone and an even more pained expression on her kind features.
"I mean, I don't blame you… I-I'm a monster."
She just pulled me towards her embrace; her arms hugged me with as much strength as she could muster. She sobbed quietly. Then she planted a few comforting kisses on the top of my head.
"My little knight, Mom would never, ever, be afraid of you." Warm tears fell on my hair.
"But then… Why were you packing?" I ask in an uncertain tone.
"We can't stay in this city, it's too dangerous." She pulled my head upwards, so we were staring each other in the eyes. "What you did yesterday, to keep us safe, will draw attention and danger. So, we need to leave as fast as we can. Mother has some family in a quiet town in Virginia; we will go and live there."
She caressed my face, much like she did when she was dying in my arms. The painful memory makes me wince and sob a little more.
Misunderstanding my state mother just hugs me tightly again.
"I will never leave you, son. Never."
Hearing her words, I start calming down a little.
Then the same 'memories' from yesterday echoed in my thoughts. I wince in a little bit of pain; the sheer number of this flood of memories makes the process painful.
I can't actually focus or grab too many details from them. But I feel them settling somewhere inside me. After that was done, some of those memories came back, this time much clearer.
"Darian, are you okay?" Mother noticed my pain and asked me in a worried tone. I just patted her back reassuringly.
I start focusing on these new foreign memories.
A young man who spent an unhealthy amount of time watching and reading fantastical content. Instinctively, I knew I was him and he is me, but not entirely. I had this odd notion that my life and my thoughts were entirely independent of his.
One of his memories makes me pause. I'm not sure of what to make of it. It relayed the man's knowledge of a show called 'The Vampire Diaries', and in it, a familiar name—Salvatore. Then I remember what mother said about family in a small town in Virginia, and it all falls into place.
Hungry for more information on what are essentially prophetic insights of my own world, I start recalling all of his knowledge of the show, and I even learned of a branch show called 'The Originals'. I also saw his reaction to the characters and their interactions. I saw him fawn over a girl called 'Elena', but no matter how much I tried, I didn't exhibit his same enthusiasm for the same characters he enjoyed. I drew my own conclusions and favored entirely different characters than he did.
This also explained that bastard from yesterday. A bloody vampire attacked me and my mother.
I sigh quietly in my heart.
Then came a second set of memories.
A brief run over the life of a being on a completely different planet. I 'understood', but didn't perceive, the passage of billions of years. I saw his arrival in the world I now call home, and I watched all of the events that led to my own birth.
New information caught my attention. A species, more specifically—my species. Higher Vampires. I pulled and drank greedily all knowledge of it I could. Oddly enough, they came from both of these 'past lives' of mine.
After I was done arranging my thoughts and understanding all the information stored inside of me, and I could perceive that these were not in my brain, they were stored somewhere else—in a place that at the moment I had no way of reaching.
I then looked at my mom and knew a difficult choice was ahead of me.