An overcrowded, smelly, and unruly street, Silas was struggling through the crowded street of unsanitary people dressed in rags disguised as clothes, at least that's what Silas would call them, even though he wore the same thing.
"Hey, move aside, you smelly bastards!"
Silas shouted at the crowd, demanding them to move aside but to no avail; the only result of his demand was a Punch to the face by a man three times the size of Silas, also wearing rags disguised as clothes and sported a very mean look with a few scars, he was a low life criminal, and he was also very mad at Silas, Silas after taking the punch and feeling dizzy and a pounding pain on his cheek retorted by shouting,
"What the fuck, man!!"
the man spat at Silas's face.
The crowd saw this and started walking around the two while whispering to each other about how uncouth their display was.
Silas realized that he stood no chance against a man who was much stronger than him 'shit, I shouldn't have yelled… but fuck man, this crowd is insane! I should probably run now if I can…'
Silas stared at the big man and whispered.
"Sorry, scary guy…"
He dashed into the crowd, pushing them aside and stepping on toes while repeating 'sorry, sorry, sorry, everyone!' in his head.
Eventually, Silas reached an alleyway between two buildings; he sat down and sniffed something peculiar. It was shit…
'Fuck, why! Who the hell let their dog take a shit at my home!'
Silas was visibly furious since this alleyway was where he called home because he didn't have money to stay at a shared house; he claimed this alleyway as his own and guarded it with his life.
'How will I clean this up…? Well, I don't have any paper to clean it, but maybe. No, well, I have no choice. Amelia will be here soon, and I can't have her birthday party with shit on the floor; it would be a terrible look. My chances with her would be over if shit is here to welcome her for her birthday.'
Silas takes off his vest, which leaves his baggy shirt to hang loose on his torso; he pinches his nose and walks towards the dog shit that's by his bed which is a knitted blanket Amelia made for him on his last birthday.
Silas walks over to the shit while pinching his nose and slowly lowers his hand, which holds his vest ready to receive the shit, then right before he picks it up.
'But I like this vest a lot… but I also don't have any other clothes to pick It up with… fuck' Silas, with regret in what he's about to do, swiftly picks up the dog shit and ruins his precious vest in the process,
he quickly throws his shirt and poop to the other side of the alleyway, far enough for the smell to no longer infect his home.
Silas, with a rather annoyed face, tried to justify the sacrifice of his only vest with Amelia coming soon. He wanted her birthday to be unique today, and she finally turned 18.
'All right, let's get things ready. Wait, am I forgetting something? Shit… I forgot to get her a present fuck how could I forget something so important.'
Silas, with his hand on his head, whispered curse words under his breath.
He turns the corner in the alleyway and kicks some boxes he has there.
After destroying some boxes full of nothing, he spots something peculiar: it was a glowing red flower with nine pedals that rested on a small patch of dirt at a dead end of the alleyway near his home.
'I don't remember that being there… how is it glowing? And how did it grow so fast? Well, that's a question for another time. It's a perfect present for Amelia, especially since she loves red; I wonder what's the name of this flower?'
Silas walks towards the flower and picks it up off the ground, or instead tries to. He pulled lightly at first, but it didn't budge.
'What the fuck isn't this a flower? It should come off easily.'
he pulls with all his strength, though there isn't much because Silas is rather skinny because of a lack of food. The only upside in his look is his face. It's a step above the rest, he would often tell himself.
The flower finally moved, and a thin vine buried deep in the ground.
'This will be a chore to tear out… but it's for Amelia.'
after trying to pull it out with some progress, the flower looks very tall, almost reaching his knee
'Well, pulling it won't work, but if I could cut it… Yeah, let's try that.'
Silas went back to his home and rummaged through a box by his bed, and after searching, he found a pair of scissors.
'Yes, I knew I had one!' Silas looks up and realizes the red moon is rising.'
'she'll be here soon... man, I'm excited to see her!'
Silas walks back to the flower.
'I guess I win weird flower.'
he cuts it successfully.
'Amelia should be here any second now.'
the sun has fully descended, and the red moon now showers the street in a red tint, fully absorbing the world in a ruby darkness.
'The night is as pretty as usual, but this night is special.'
Silas finishes cleaning his home the best he can.
He looks out onto the road, and there he sees a beautiful woman. She is skinny but gorgeous with jet black hair like Silas, wide eyes, a button nose, and full lips, and she wears a white dress with dust on her skirt.
As she walks across the street, she sees Silas, and a smile grows across her face, and she increases her pace, rushing towards Silas.
'Wow, she is a beauty… she never disappoints'.
Silas shouts, "Hey pretty girl, you ready for a special birthday!?"
In response, Amelia rushes towards Silas and hugs him tightly.
"Yes, I am, Silas."
she giggles, and she lets go of him and asks him.
"so, what did you get me? I've been wondering all day what it could be."
Silas smiles and grabs her hand, then bows down to kiss it.
"I think you'll be surprised, my lady,"
he said with amusement in his voice.
"Cause honestly, even I am."
Amelia is shocked by the kiss on her hand, and what he says only makes her more curious and excited.
"I'll be looking forward to it then."
She smiles brightly, revealing the most beautiful smile Silas has ever seen.
Silas blushes a little at seeing something so beautiful and invites her to his home.
"C-c'mon, let's go in…"
Amelia giggles at his break of character and walks in. She is shocked at how tidy it is, even though it is part of an alleyway.
'It's shocking how he lives here, but honestly, it looks better than the shared home I live at, and is that? … yes, I can't believe he decorated it for me, fufufufu.'
She looked at the roughly cut paper, which read Happy Birthday, Amelia. It hung between two walls tethered to it at both ends, she softly says with a bit of emotion.
"Thank you, Silas,"
Silas is behind her and smiles, then takes the glowing red mysterious flower he hid behind his back and holds it out, ready to show her the gift. And with joy in his voice
"Turn around, birthday girl."
Amelia, with a smile on her face, making her bare excitement visible,' turns around, and at the sight of the gorgeous flower glowing in her favorite tint of red, she gasps and covers her mouth with her hands, her face full of joy!
"Oh my god, Silas, how? What!? How is such a beautiful flower glowing, and how did you even find a flower here!"
She quickly grabs the flower from his hand and holds it to her nose, smelling the luscious scent it provides her.
"Wow… I never smelled something so good before; thank you, Silas. I can't believe something like this can even exist."
Silas, satisfied with the present he provided her, said with pride in his voice.
"It descended from the heavens, my lady."
Amelia giggles and walks towards his bed, and sits on the blanket she made for him.
"You still use this, huh? I feel like my present to you last year, compared to this flower, I'll surely give you something amazing this year."
Silas sits beside her, and just as he is about to speak, he hears.
Thud!
A loud sound from the alleyway where Silas found the flower at
"… wait here, Amelia, I'll go check it out."
Amelia, now with a frown of worry on her face,
"Don't go. I have a bad feeling Silas…"
Silas looks back at her and says,
"Okay, sure, your gut has never been wrong."
He sits back down beside her.
THUD!!
"What the."
With a look of worry on his face, Silas grabs his crowbar, and Amelia sees this.
"Silas, I'm scared…"
Silas, with nervousness in his voice
"I have to see what it is, Amelia, so please stay here…"
Amelia, with a frown on her face and her arms crossed over her knees, pushed up against her chest.
"Okay…"
Silas advances and turns the corner to the alleyway with nothing there; it is darker than before, but Silas knows something is off.
"Where are you, bastard? There has to be something or someone here..."
He walks forward.
"Ahhhh!!!"
he hears Amelia scream. Without thinking, he rushes toward her, and once he turns the corner
He froze.
"SILASS HELPPP!!!
Silas can't do anything but watch as a tall, pale man with long hair and clothes as dark as the sky sinks his fangs into Amelia's neck.
"HEY GET OFF HER CREEPP!!!"
Silas charges at the creepy man and readies his crowbar to swing at him, but before he can, the man stops biting Amelia and falls. The man is a blur now, moving towards Silas.
Silas can see the man's eyes; they're blood red but full of sorrow, regret, and sadness.
Before he knew it, Silas' neck was also being bit and his blood being sucked. He dropped the crowbar and felt weightless; he started to fall but was held up by his neck by the man's fangs. Eventually, he stopped sucking Silas's blood.
Silas fell over, still in shock over what had happened.
He looked at Amelia, who was also looking at him.
'I guess this is it… I won't be able to live with her as I had hoped… I might as well say it now.'
Silas struggles and gets closer to her; she sees him getting closer and does the same until they're close enough to feel each other ragged breaths, Amelia whispers.
"Silas…"
Silas, with tears in his eyes, not ready to die Silas whispers.
"I-I love you, Amelia…"
Amelia is shocked, and even though she is in pain, she forces a smile on her face along with some words.
"I love you too."
The world turns black for both of them.
"So, this is death... it sucks… at least I can find out what's after - "
Silas is now in a black void, feeling searing pain as if his body is being reformed.
"Agghhhh, what the fuck is this!!!"
His teeth burn, his chest tears and is reformed, then tears again, and all his muscles are torn apart and redone countless times.
Silas is in a cycle of pain, devouring his body, his bones being reformed, and his muscles changing.
"Fuckkk!!!"
Silas wishes this would be over soon, but the more he wishes for it to be over, the longer it seems to last and the more it hurts.
"FUCKK END ALREADY!!! NO WAY THIS IS THE AFTERLIFE, IS THIS HELL!!???"
Silas is convinced he is experiencing, and a woman's voice resounds.
'(welcome, you're now one of us, Silas. My name is Vampier, and you have started your transformation; say my name when you are ready to transform fully)'
Silas awakens.
. "What… I'm back. Did I get resurrected? No, that's not possible. I surely died. And that voice, Vampier, right? Maybe I should say that name, but I have to be cautious. I have no idea what might happen next, like what if I die again?"
Silas looks at Amelia.
'Good, she's fine, but she looks different… oh, her hair… it's white snow white; how is that possible?? She even looks better much better. Almost too good, actually, remarkably good… but how did she change so much? She's rather pale as well. She almost looks like a snow princess; she's not as skinny anymore, in fact, her whole body shape has changed, and… well, it's rather good...'
Silas was shocked at Amelia's sudden change.
'But no doubt it's her. I'd recognize her anywhere. I wonder if I changed too.
Silas removed his shirt and examined himself. He looked down at his body, and he felt different. He felt strong and light before; he used to be skinny and frail with slightly sunken cheeks, but now, he looked muscular and ripped.
"Wow, I did change a lot, but how? Well, as if it matters, I'm hotter now, heh!"
Amelia starts to open her eyes slowly, and she sees Silas beside her with his shirt off, poking his biceps.
"wha- what am I looking at, Silas? And how… how am I Alive?
Silas was shocked and embarrassed but glad.
"Yes! You're back, and I have no clue, but we look different now; like, look at me; I'm not super skinny anymore, and I have muscles."
Amelia blushed, looking at his face and hair.
"Silas, your hair is white like super white, and your face everything changed!"
She silently added.
'Wow, when did he get so pale?'
With visible shock in her face and a stutter
"More than just your body changed, Silas. You look different but in an excellent way."
Silas blushing
"y-you too..."
they stare at each other for a while.
"Ahem! Let's get up. It's still night; I wonder how much time has passed. Well, let's just be glad we returned from death, haha."
Silas attempts to get up off the floor, but when he puts his hand on the floor to support himself, his hand sinks into the concrete.
"What! How, I know I feel stronger, but what the fuck is this"
Amelia was shocked at the sight of his hand falling through the floor.
"… Silas, are you okay?
Then, an overbearing thirst arises in both of them, a craving for something they can't explain, but they need it. Amelia, with concern in her voice and furrowed brows
"Um, S-Silas, are you thirsty…?"
'His neck looks tasty... but no! That would hurt him, but… I don't know if I can. stop myself!'
Silas sweating
"Yeah, I am…"
'Her neck it looks … I want to bite it. No! I can't; it's Amelia we're talking about. I'd bite no one… wait, maybe she wants my neck as well… well, that guy sucked my blood; maybe we need the same thing. I'll let her do it."
Silas tilts his head and exposes his neck to her more, and he closes his eyes. "Here, Amelia, I think you need it. It's alright. I won't be hurt."
Amelia, now nervous and with her new fangs exposed, 'Is he offering his neck to me? No, I can't, but… he said it is okay.'
Amelia grabs his face and whispers, "Sorry, Silas."
Then she proceeds to sink her fangs into his neck. 'Oh my… it's so good. His blood tastes like the best thing that could ever exist! I love It; it even makes me feel good. This is dirty…'
Silas hears her moan as she sucks his blood. At first, it hurt, then he started feeling pleasure, then did the same to her. He bites her neck with his fangs. 'so gooood; this is better than any food imaginable.'
They're both sitting on the floor, connected by fangs