"A vampire, according to popular belief, is a fanged creature that preys on humans by drinking their blood. Vampires have been depicted in mythology and fiction from numerous cultures for hundreds of years, mostly in Europe, though modern believe in them has diminished. The vampire myth revolves around the drinking of human blood or other essence (such as bodily fluids or psychic energy). Vampires are also shown as having razor-sharp teeth or fangs to aid in this endeavor. Vampires in most depictions are 'undead,' that is, they have been resurrected after death." Casey calmly absorbed the details she read and googled; she chose not to return to their former house and instead head to the computer shop in the hopes of learning more about the creatures she didn't realize lived the realm with her and other humans.
Because of what she had learnt, the first thing she did was take a massive breath. What was on her mind at the time was why vampires don't die and how to kill them. She acquired a lot of knowledge on vampires here as well.
"Vampiric creatures have been reported as far back as ancient Greece, where tales of creatures attacking humans as they slept and draining their body fluids were told. Throughout times of epidemic, tales of wandering corpses that sucked the blood of the living and spread plague arose in medieval Europe. Garlic has been employed as a natural bug repellant, natural antibiotic, and protection against various supernatural evils by many societies for millennia, from ancient Egypt to Romania. Garlic's anti-vampire properties are thought to have originated with these older beliefs." She clenched her fists again as she read an article that answered all of the possible questions about these unexplainable creatures, because when she saw her parents on the day they died, they were covered in scars and bruises on their bodies with no sign of being bitten anywhere on them, so her suspicions grew even stronger.
"Vampires can be created in a variety of methods, the most common of which is by being bitten by one. Sorcery, suicide, contagion, or having a cat leap over a person's corpse are some of the other techniques. Some people thought that newborns born with teeth, on Christmas, or between Christmas and Epiphany were destined to become vampires. While vampires are not normally killed by disease or other common human ailments, and they are often claimed to heal faster than humans, there are a number of methods for killing them." These were the final words she read in an article, and she could not figure out why her heartbeat had rapidly increased until she found herself searching for those who believe in vampires and kill and oppose them.
"Cacciatrici." When she looked for individuals who fought vampires, this was the first word that popped up. The young woman was practically uneasy with what she knew at the moment, which is why her hands became rapid at typing letters to answer questions she had been seeking for a long time.
Since this piqued her interest, she immediately began researching the 'Cacciatrici' organization. Since no members' faces are visible, it is possible that they are concealing their identities for the benefit of their loved ones.
"Madam A, she is the Cacciatrici's leading figure; while not everyone is familiar with their appearance, they may be recognized by the moon carved on the left side of their chest; this moon is unusual in that it is surrounded by red, which represents flame. We haven't obtained any information thus far because this group hasn't been exposed to the public in a long time." Casey sighed, knowing she'd have a hard time locating this group due to their secrecy; she knows they can help her in killing the vampires, but she's not sure how or where to begin. She inhaled deeply and gently rubbed her head to ease the tension she was experiencing.
"I need to track down the woman they labeled 'Madam A,' as she could be able to help me a lot." She muttered gently as she closed the article she had just viewed; the contents were brief and there wasn't much information to provide her about the group, but she was glad since she now had a symbol to remember.
"I know it's difficult, but all I have to do now is find someone who has the moon of flame sign represented in what I read earlier because that individual could be able to introduce me to their leader." She whispered gently once again, she adjusted her seat, and instantly closed her eyes tightly, as she always does when she has a lot of thoughts and issues, as it helps her relax.
"I shouldn't stress about it since my father will be displeased; he once stated that if someone thinks and feels about their problems all the time, they will get older and uglier. When he discovers that I am disfigured as a result of many thoughts, he may no longer consider me a child." Casey said jokingly with a weak laugh, others may think she's insane, but she doesn't care; she quickly recalls the times she was still with her parents, when they were happy and had many dreams in life.
She knew that if her parents hadn't died yet, she would have told them about her surprise house and they would already be happily together. Casey bit her lower lip, thinking she could still hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, but she was mistaken.
"I am going through a period of misery in my life now that you are gone, but I swear that your death will give me the strength to kill the people who killed you. Only then I will be happy." She said to herself again as she shed her tears, which she quickly brushed away. She stood up from her seat and decided to leave, but she was merely stunned when she spotted Sheena.
"I am reasonably convinced I will only see you here, I went to your place earlier and you weren't there, so I went home and there I saw nothing—" Sheena couldn't even finish what she was about to say when she saw her friend's obviously absurd and troubled expression, and she couldn't continue since Casey cut her remarks.
"What? Have you visited our old house?" Casey asserted that she even succeeded to drag her friend out of the computer shop where they were, where they conversed extensively. Casey's heartbeat practically raced as she realized that her concerns might be correct.
"Yes, because I assumed you were there." Sheena was perplexed, her gaze fixed on Casey, unsure where to begin speaking whatever she wanted to say. She even managed to look about confused.
"Sheena, my parents were killed because there were extraordinary people who planned to kill me so I made damn sure they were just watching and waiting for me to return to our old house. I am sure they won't stop, and what if they saw you? What if you were being followed? What if they use you against me, and worse, what if they murder you as they killed my parents?" Casey's voice could be heard, but it was one of strictness; she knew that if something awful occurred to her friend, she would no longer be able to tolerate it. She's hoping no one follows Sheena right now, and that no one saw her arrive to their old house.
"Sorry, I am concerned about you as well, and I won't do it again. I don't want to get in the way of your mission. Maybe nobody saw me since I couldn't get through your house because it was locked, so I left right away. Forgive me for what I have done." Casey's tone and expression only became serious once as Sheena stated those words, but she knew it was sincere in what she was trying to convey.
She was also aware that what she had done would jeopardize what her friend was planning, and she was concerned that she might wind up being an impediment. She understands what Casey is trying to say, and she also understands that avenging her parents' deaths is crucial in this situation, which is so close to Sheena's heart that her mind can't bear if she becomes a hindrance.
"I am confident they will never catch me alive, Sheena, since I know the detour in our house, but you? I can't stomach anything awful that may happen to you." Sheena observed Casey's eyes that seemed to have just come from sobbing when she said those words, but she was no longer allowed to question because their conversation, she now understood, was crucial.
"It won't happen again, I promise. Please forgive me for what I did; I will be more careful in the future." Sheena muttered something, and then she peered into Casey's eyes, who had now let out a deep sigh, later on, Casey hugged her to express her concern.
Following their embrace, the two immediately discussed Casey's main purpose inside the shop.
"I have a laptop at home, you can use it. You should not have left and then what happened to your clothes why does it seem like so much mud sticks there?" When Sheena mentioned it because of her question to the girl, Casey grimaced, her eyes almost burning with rage. She couldn't figure out if she said something wrong or the girl didn't like something she said.
"Why? Did I say something deeply offensive?" Sheena's voice sounded perplexed; she was still trying to recall the last thing she said to see whether she said something cruel or even harmful, but she didn't seem to remember saying anything improper.
She still watches Casey as if she's talking to herself in hushed tones; she's not sure what it is, but her friend appears to be losing herself.
"If I didn't know you, I'd assume you were insane, so what are you babbling about?" Sheena laughed as she pulled Casey's mud-caked clothes off her, which immediately drew Casey's attention, as if bringing it back to her consciousness.
"There's a guy who drives his motor fast, and besides being the cause of my muddy clothes, he almost ran me over. And did you know that instead of apologizing, he actually inquired about my worth?" Casey's cheeks nearly became crimson as she told her friend about those events, and she couldn't stop talking because of the strange annoyance she felt with the man she'd met earlier.
Instead of asking Casey about what had happened to her earlier, she is no longer able to get into what Casey has to say because she has only recently seen and realized during their long acquaintance that her friend is so annoyed with the person she just met, she has done nothing but silently chuckle.
"Only now have I seen you being annoyed like that in your whole life, what does the man you bumped into look like?" Sheena interjects since Casey has finally stopped talking, prompting her to do so as well.
Since of Sheena's question, Casey was almost unable to open her mouth; she knew how the man she had seen previously looked drop dead gorgeous even she did not see his face clearly, but she would not say it because she was irritated with him.
"He reminds me of the hideous wolf." Casey says something with such emphasis that Sheena looks at her as though taunting her. Perhaps it was due to her hate of the young man that her cheek reddened again as she pronounced those words.
"He is handsome." Sheena affirms that because she knows Casey well, she never says anything negative about anyone, no matter how they looked. She may criticize their behavior, but not their appearance, so Sheena believes that the man her friend was referring to must have been attractive and has caught her attention.
"Sheena—"
"I know you extremely well, Casey." Sheena chuckled and teasingly looked at Casey.
"When I come to your house, I'll also tell you a story about a handsome and dapper gentleman I saw in your area recently." Sheena murmured something and then caressed Casey's other arm, which was already crimson from the excitement she was experiencing.
"Who?" Casey asked
"I will tell you when we get home since you're so excited." Sheena laughed as she walked with Casey to get to her house.
Meanwhile, there's a man could be seen in the distance, beaming as he looked at a face he recognized, the face of a woman he had been looking for a long period of time.
"Finally, I found you, Leticia."